After a moment's trance, Xu Yuan subconsciously stood up, and his voice was slightly puzzled:

"Didn't she go to the National Teacher's Mansion for the New Year today, why is she still in the mansion?"

As he spoke, Xu Yuan rubbed his dizzy head, and walked in the direction of the gate of the inner courtyard, but he was generally really drunk, and he could walk in a straight line in the flat hall with three turns, and the surrounding heavens and earth transferred him Even if he was running the Blood Yuan Heart Technique, it was difficult to stabilize his body, and he walked two steps quickly to hold on to the beams and pillars in the hall to avoid falling on the ground.

The wind and snow caressed the black robe, Xu Yinhe stood at the entrance of the hall, looking back at Xu Yuan's slightly funny movements, and his voice was gentle:

"It's almost ugly now."

When it's ugly?

Thinking about running a little, Xu Yuancai reacted that the ugly time was behind Zishi, the distance between the National Teacher's Mansion and the Xiangguo Mansion was actually not too far, and the ordinary beast car ride was only about a quarter of an hour, and Ran Qingmo's footsteps must be shorter, but I heard this father say that Ran Qingmo had been outside for half an hour.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan held on to the beam and sighed lightly:

"She probably came back after accompanying the national teacher to welcome the New Year."

"That's pretty much it."

"Huh" Xu Yuan chuckled and then fell silent.

"Aren't you going to see her?"

“.”

When you are drunk, your thoughts will run very slowly, and the strings of reason will easily break, but Xu Yuan has not reached that level at the moment, he was silent for a while, he glanced at the flying snow under the dark sky, and said softly:

"If you see her tonight, why hide it in the first place."

However, after being quiet for a while, Xu Yuan still asked:

"Father, I. How long will this suspended animation last? ”

Xu Yinhe glanced in the direction of Miyagi with deep eyes, and said:

"At least, when he's dead."

Xu Yuan's eyes were slightly solemn:

"Li Yaoxuan?"

Xu Yinhe's voice was very light:

"Except for him, there should be no one else in the dynasty who can use the word death."

"That's right."

Xu Yuan's voice was slightly disappointed.

Xu Yinhe hesitated for a moment, but still explained aloud:

"He will definitely do something to the prime minister before he dies, and he is not afraid of his father, but you can't."

Xu Yuan shook his head slightly:

"I suddenly thought of the Heavenly Prison Pavilion and said that Li Yaoxuan would die last year."

Xu Yinhe glanced at Xu Yuan in a little surprise and reminded:

"This kind of unfounded deduction and prophecy cannot be trusted."

"I know."

Xu Yuan replied softly, but there was some embarrassment in his eyes.

According to the timeline of "Cangyuan", the prediction of Jiantian Pavilion is actually quite accurate, but in the forty-sixth year of Jiajing, Emperor Jiajing did die.

However, after a moment's pause, Xu Yuan tried to stand up straight, glanced in the direction of the gate of the inner courtyard, and said:

"Father, can I ask you for something?"

Xu Yinhe's face was as usual, and his words were still to the point:

"About the Sword Sect?"

Xu Yuan smiled when he heard this:

"I can't hide anything from you."

A touch of helplessness flashed in Xu Yinhe's eyes:

"Since you returned to Beijing for the first time, you have consulted a lot of internal references about the Sword Sect in the study, but this kind of thing cannot be a father, the Sword Sect is the leader of the Sect Alliance, and only by getting rid of it by thunder can the sect be deterred."

Xu Yuan rubbed his eyebrows, took a step forward, and said with a smile on the corner of his lips that he already knew:

"Of course I know this, but father, I mean can I leave the affairs of the Sword Sect to the child?"

Xu Yinhe's eyes were as sharp as an eagle falcon in an instant, staring at Xu Yuan:

"You have already talked to your father about this once."

After Jingjiang Mansion killed Qin Mo, the protagonist of the plot, Xu Yuan had already used the Tianxun Yuanjing on Xu Changge's body to ask his father for a chance.

This time, though, he wanted more.

With his eyes on him, probably because of drunkenness, Xu Yuan didn't have any scruples, and after taking a deep breath, he said softly:

"I just asked for a chance this time, and this time I want to take full responsibility for it."

This time was different from the past, that time he could just start cultivating, and now after experiencing the Prosperous Mountains and the Northern Realm, he believed that this father would give him this opportunity.

Xu Yinhe slowly closed his eyes and asked slowly:

"Because of Ran Jianli's apprentice?"

Xu Yuan smiled slightly:

"Well, I promised her that I would find a way to save the Sword Sect, and she believed it."

Xu Yinhe's eyes brought a touch of thought, as if he understood something, but he still spit out a sentence lightly:

"It's an unfulfilled promise."

"How do you know you can't do it if you don't try?"

"Changtian, you're still a little drunk tonight."

"If I'm really drunk, I'll go to see Ran Qingmo by now."

“.”

“.”

The wind and snow whimpered, and the hall was silent.

Xu Yinhe's grip behind him tightened and loosened, and he exhaled a breath of turbidity helplessly:

"What are you going to do?"

Xu Yuan was overjoyed when he heard this, but looking at the middle-aged man in front of him whose sideburns were already gray, his mood was also inexplicably complicated.

This father was really good to them, even though the destruction of the Sword Sect was an important part of his plan, he was still willing to make changes because of him.

After considering the words with a slow thought, Xu Yuan said quickly:

"I've actually been doing this for a long time, but I can't tell my father about the specific plan yet, but now I can only tell you that if my plan goes well, I don't even need to use troops against the Sword Sect."

When Xu Yinhe heard this, the corners of his lips hooked up a chuckle:

"Long days, the way to fulfill one promise cannot be done by making another promise."

This reply did not surprise Xu Yuan.

Pie-making is a technical job, but this dad is obviously not a man who can eat empty cakes.

With a low laugh, Xu Yuan looked at his father and said:

"So I won't use any help from the Prime Minister in this matter, but I just need you to inform me of all the plans for the Sword Sect, and then give me the authority to order the commander once when the plan is implemented, just once."

Xu Yinhe still didn't agree immediately, groaned a little, and asked out loud:

"What if your plan fails?"

"I will destroy the Sword Sect with my own hands."

“.”

“.”

After getting his father's promise, Xu Yuan braved the wind and snow to shake out the main hall of the inner courtyard, and on the way back to his courtyard, he inevitably passed by the main gate of the inner courtyard.

The snow on the ground had been up to your feet for more than an hour, and the creaking sound of stepping on it could be heard far away in the silent night.

His gaze stayed on the thick and wide courtyard gate for a moment, and Xu Yuan silently withdrew his gaze, without any intention of stopping.

Ran Qingmo should be behind that door.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, she should want to come to the inner courtyard to ask him if he has returned home for the New Year, but she is afraid of disturbing their reunion.

He could even imagine the big ice mound behind the door, circling around and hesitating to knock on the door.

The corners of Xu Yuan's lips unconsciously hooked up a smile, but the pace under his feet did not stop.

The sound of his snow treading should be heard.

Separated by a door, Ran Qingmo probably only needs to probe a little with his soul to see him.

However, Xu Yuan was not worried at all.

Because her master said that it was rude.

So along the way, Da Bingtuozi will never use his mind to explore other people's yards.

Thinking about these things in his heart, Xu Yuan had already unconsciously passed by the gate of the inner courtyard, and returned to his courtyard with his eyes down.

However, I don't know if it was an illusion of drunkenness, but before stepping into his courtyard, he heard that the inner courtyard door seemed to be opened from the inside.

Xu Yinhe's eyes calmly swept over the snow full of footprints outside the door, and landed on the ink-clothed girl standing at the door.

The girl in ink looked at the suddenly open door and the middle-aged man who appeared at the door, and subconsciously paused, and her dark eyes widened.

She didn't seem to expect someone inside to suddenly open the door.

But after seeing the person who came, it was clear in my heart.

She was discovered.

Silence for a moment,

Ran Qingmo looked at the middle-aged man at the door, and asked cautiously tentatively:

"Uncle. Xu Yuan, did he go home today? ”

“.”

There was no immediate response, and the middle-aged man stared at the girl in ink quietly, as if he was considering something.

After a long time,

In Ran Qingmo's expectant gaze, Xu Yinhe said softly:

"He's dead."

“.”

“.”

Silence, you can smell the falling snow.

The cautious look froze on his face, Ran Qingmo blinked, and then a pair of black and translucent beautiful eyes gradually widened, the red slender fingertips clenched under the sleeve robe, and the red lips opened, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

She's not stupid,

She immediately thought of what she had seen and heard in the Prime Minister's Mansion these days.

All the subordinates and guests in the Prime Minister's Mansion never mentioned Xu Yuan.

It doesn't make sense.

It's really unreasonable

"Squeak."

In silence,

She subconsciously took a step back and stepped into the snow, looking at the black-robed middle-aged man's gaze changed from quiet to chaotic, his breathing gradually cramped with his chest, and his quiet and elegant voice was incomprehensible and confused:

"He's dead?"

Looking at the girl's reaction, Xu Yinhe sighed in his heart, his expression did not change in the slightest, and his voice still maintained this tone:

"Yes, he said it himself."

(End of chapter)

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