Li Yuanxi said in a deep voice: "This jade pendant was given to me by my husband at the crown ceremony, and its rank is also superior among the magic weapons, and it has been raised by Haoran for many years, although it is not as good as your sword, but there is a priority, and there is no other way at the moment."

Hearing this, Wang Dingzhou and Liu Xiangbei were shocked, and Li Yuanxi's husband was naturally the mountain master of the Confucian Academy.

In the entire territory of the Han Dynasty, there are only three academies, which shows how respectful the status of the mountain master of one academy is.

Since it is a congratulatory gift from the teacher at the crown gift of the proud disciple, the value of this jade pendant is self-evident.

For a while, the eyes of the three of them were all focused on the boy holding the snow rabbit in his arms.

Ye Ziyu's gaze looked outside the palace gate, as if it had penetrated through layers of thick walls and landed in the entire capital.

The sky was covered with blood clouds, and dark red blood rain poured down.

It was supposed to be the moment when the sun was rising, but at this time, even the sun in the sky was covered by this blood cloud, and a terrifying and oppressive atmosphere permeated the sky over the entire Liang Kingdom's capital.

The people in the city were really frightened by the terrifying fluctuations coming from the suburbs yesterday, and they all thought that some terrible natural disaster was coming, and they packed up their belongings and prepared to flee.

Fortunately, this is the capital of a country after all, and Yu Yang had ordered the yamen of various ministries to pacify the people before he set off to take Li Yi to the northern suburbs yesterday.

Under the leadership of the adults, the servants in the yamen guided the people in an orderly manner, and the four gates of the capital were also guarded by the forbidden army stationed in the camp on the outskirts.

Some people who insisted on going out of the city were also politely "invited back".

The imperial court also posted a special notice for this matter, so that the people could wait at home with peace of mind.

Near the east gate of the capital, in a slightly dilapidated house, a middle-aged man rolled up his tattered robe.

scolded in a low voice: "Hell, is this weather going to be cold to death?"

The man is obviously only about thirty years old, but his temples are gray, and white hair looms between his hair.

As soon as he wanted to get up and take a look outside, the roof was ticking in the morning.

The family didn't have much to eat, and every day he had to go into the mountains to cut wood and sell it for money, otherwise the family would have to run out of cooking.

It just so happened that there was an earthquake yesterday, and even a corner of the city gate building was shaken off.

He didn't want to flee, but where could he flee? Staying under this roof, it's raining and there is still a head cover, isn't it?

Flee outside, and starve to death on the road nine times out of ten.

He can't compare to those big families, there is an endless stream of maids and servants, and dozens of large wooden boxes can't fit in the fine and soft house.

At the moment when the man got up, a dirty little hand grabbed his trouser leg, and it turned out that there was a little girl with pigtails in the room.

The little girl looked like she was only three or four years old, and she looked up into the man's eyes.

Although his face is full of dirt, his eyes are very smart.

"Daddy, where are you going? Would you like to take me with you?"

The little girl said in a milky voice, her big eyes full of anxiety and antiquation.

The man glanced at the little girl, and a gentle smile appeared on his numb face.

He touched the girl's little head with his big rough hand, and said softly, "Little girl, Daddy went out to see if the rain had stopped, and chopped wood for the little girl to come back and cook and eat."

As soon as the little girl heard the word cooking, her eyes suddenly lit up.

She reached out and touched her little belly and said, "Daddy, the girl is hungry."

The man rubbed the little girl's hair lovingly, got up and rummaged in the house for a long time, and finally found half a dough cake in the rice jar, which was leftover from the previous days.

He handed the dough whole to the little girl, and the little girl stared at the dough when she saw it.

The two little hands grabbed the dough and was about to pass it to his mouth, but the man's stomach rang out inappropriately at this time.

The man smiled awkwardly, and was about to put down the little girl and get up and walk out.

Little

The child grabbed his trouser leg again, and handed the bread to the man with both hands.

She said in a childish voice, "Daddy, you have to work, and the bread will be eaten for you."

There was a flash of crystal in the man's eyes, and he hurriedly turned his head away.

The voice was a little strange and said, "Little girl eat, Daddy is not hungry, Daddy is going out, don't run around when you stay at home, Daddy will come back and bring you something delicious."

After speaking, the man ran out without looking back, his steps were slightly flustered, which showed that his heart was already fluctuating at this time.

The blood-colored rain didn't stop him from moving forward, not to mention the blood rain, even if it was a knife, the man couldn't let his baby daughter starve.

In the lobby of Zhenwei Dart Bureau, He Ling, who was wearing a red dress, sat on the top, and her pretty face seemed to be covered with a layer of haze.

His face was slightly pale, and he bit his red lips tightly, listening to the noisy discussion of the backbone of the dart game below.

There was already a rain of blood outside the hall, but this did not attract the attention of everyone in the hall at all.

Perhaps, what they are discussing at the moment is far more important than their own net worth and life.

A few uncles who were extremely polite to He Ling on weekdays were sitting on one of the few chairs in the hall at this time.

They picked up the fragrant tea in their hands and blew it gently, and their expressions were extremely elegant and calm, which was incompatible with He Ling's melancholy at this time.

The fat man who was instructed by He Yue the day before yesterday was among the disciples who were discussing in the hall, and he had the loudest voice.

In the middle of the night, an old man with white eyebrows, who was sitting closest to the main seat, put down the tea cup, and coughed lightly as if to moisten his throat for the next speech.

Suddenly, the noisy voices in the hall were silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the white-eyed old man at this moment.

He Ming glanced around with satisfaction, and finally landed his gaze on He Ling next to the main seat.

"Niece, your father's matter can basically be determined now, and he is also for the good of the dart game, but he has caused such a monstrous disaster, offended the internal guard Lord Liu, and even offended the imperial court."

He Ming paused and continued: "The root of the Zhenwei Dart Bureau is in the capital, and there is no way to go anywhere, so far, the only way to do this is to let you go and explain the situation to Lord Liu of the internal guard, or you can be exempted from the sins of everyone in my Dart Bureau."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the tea cup again and took a sip of fragrant tea, but the corner of his eye stared at He Ling.

A few old men who were sitting couldn't stop nodding their heads after hearing this, and the disciples in the hall also began to talk about each other.

After these words reached He Ling's ears, her face became even more ugly.

He Lingqiang sat up straight, and the mist in her eyes was already condensed.

Since she was a child, her father has always stood in front of her to shelter her from the wind and rain.

Although He Ling is not a princess, because of his father's relationship, he lives a happier life than a princess.

In just two days, her life was completely shattered by a thunderbolt from the blue.

He Ling stood up violently, ignoring everyone's surprised gazes.

walked straight to the fat man, grabbed the fat man's hand and choked up, "Ma Li Dao, tell me, is my father really dead?" Did you see it with your own eyes?"

Ma Li Dao looked at the pretty face of pear blossoms and rain in front of him, even if he used her as a cow and a horse on weekdays, he couldn't get in touch with her so closely, let alone that his fair and slender palms could take the initiative to hold his hand.

But now, he didn't dare to look directly into He Ling's eyes, and a look of struggle flashed in Ma Lidao's eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill on his body.

A cold gaze stared at the Ma Li knife, and looked down the line of sight, it was He Ming.

Ma Li Dao suddenly shuddered, hurriedly broke free of He Ling's little hand, and said loudly: "The hall owner was dragged up the mountain by Lord Liu and didn't come down, I had the courage to go up the mountain to look for it, and I just saw him being slapped into a blood mist by Lord Liu's palm, which I saw with my own eyes, Miss, I hope you can mourn and change and save us Zhenwei Dart Bureau."

With that, he fell to his knees with a thud and lowered his head deeply

Buried deep in the ground.

The rest of the crowd followed suit and knelt down in front of He Ling.

The lobby suddenly echoed, "Miss, save us, save Zhenwei Dart Bureau."

When Ma Li Dao said the four words he saw with his own eyes, He Ling's whole person seemed to be drained of his spirit.

Standing in a daze, tears could no longer be controlled and dripped on the ground, she suddenly felt that her eyes were dark, and she fell to the ground headlong.

As for the sound of everyone kneeling on the ground and pleading, she only vaguely heard the phrase "save Zhenwei Dart Bureau".

Ma Li Dao is his father's absolute confidant, and he follows him like a pug on weekdays, and He Ling still believes what he says.

Since he saw his father killed with his own eyes, this news is probably true.

As for saving Zhenwei Dart Bureau, with her little bit of martial arts, how can she save it?

After He Ming saw He Ling faint, his brows furrowed slightly.

With a wave of his sleeves, he asked the people in the house to step forward and carry He Ling down.

Immediately, He Ming got up and coughed lightly, and after the silence below, he said lightly: "The Zhenwei Dart Bureau is the condensation of my He clan's painstaking efforts, and it is also the root of everyone, and you have all heard the current situation, so let's talk about it, what should I do."

After saying that, he sat down on the empty seat of the hall master, and an old man sitting behind him got up and said, "What else can be done now?"

"I can only hand He Ling over to the internal guard, the disaster was caused by his father, the father and daughter will pay the debt, let's prepare another generous gift, and ask the person who can speak to ask the adult of the internal guard to intercede, presumably Lord Liu will not be angry with the whole dart game because of this matter."

He Ming nodded after hearing this, and said in a deep voice: "Now if you want to keep the dart bureau, there is only this way, you can do it, the sooner the better, the gift goes to the treasury, go to the hall owner's private treasury to find it, don't be stingy with the treasures that are sent out now, as long as you can keep the dart bureau, there is still hope for the future."

A few sitting old men got up and hugged their fists at He Ming, and then took their respective people down to arrange various matters.

As for the blood rain in the air, although it looks a little oozing, what can it be?

They have done more than the rain of blood.