Sorghum, false capital.

Jing Zhaoyin couldn't remember the last time he was standing in the palace hall.

After the fake capital was reduced to a companion capital, and Huang Liang's majesty became the companion emperor, this palace located in the palace of the king of Chu was abandoned day by day.

Until later it became an equally deserted palace.

It is only at certain important times that the hall reopens its dusty doors.

Jing Zhaoyin then remembered that the last time he came here was when he accompanied His Majesty the Emperor to the throne.

This old man, who is nearly sixty years old, probably never thought that he would be able to step into this hall again.

Standing on the long snow-covered steps that cascaded upwards, he subconsciously looked back behind him.

Unfortunately, there were no axe men behind him, and the crowds rushed to chop him into pulp.

Only His Majesty's attendant, who had brought him, followed not far behind.

The wind and snow in the fake capital have a tendency to become smaller.

It's just that it still hangs over the land.

For a while, this old man felt that he might not be Jing Zhaoyin of Huangliang, but Lu Ming.

The buildings in those palaces were neatly arranged in the wind and snow, and the emperor was just an inconsequential position, so the entire palace city was not well defended, and it was very deserted.

It's just that Jing Zhaoyin smelled a trace of unusual meaning in those desertions.

He looked at it in silence for a long time, and then turned around, and in his hand was the jade wat that he had found again after turning over for a long time, although this gale spring examination unilaterally launched by the Hanging Xue Academy was not over yet.

However, Jing Zhaoyin's impeachment excerpt, which was written based on the roster, was already submitted to the palace this morning.

And then the story is that I thought that His Majesty the Emperor would only say good, and he would soon approve a good word.

As a result, Jing Zhaoyin, who was waiting at home, ushered in a handwritten edict to go to the Hajj.

The old man stood in the snow for a long time at home with the edict, and at last, at the urging of His Majesty's attendant, he realized what had happened, hurried back to the palace, prepared some things, and hurried to the palace.

It is about that Jing Zhaoyin does have a good official reputation, and the attendant has also seen it in his eyes since he was a child, although many things cannot be said clearly, but when he was sent to the front of the council hall, he still stopped and said a word of caution.

"When you enter the palace later, don't call Your Majesty, but your Majesty."

It's just this sentence, Jing Zhaoyin asked again, and the attendant was just silent.

Today, everything seems very strange.

So Jing Zhaoyin walked very slowly, holding the jade wat and walking up slowly, the door of the main hall was open, and the wind and snow were blowing obliquely towards the hall.

Jing Zhaoyin stopped at the last few steps, stood there and straightened his spring clothes, and then walked up in a dignified manner, led by a guard who was already waiting outside the door, and walked in.

The hall that has been absent for a long time may still retain the appearance of the last time Jing Zhaoyin came in.

It's just that today's Jing Zhaoyin didn't dare to look up, not even the appearance of His Majesty, but just reverently knelt down in the light snow at the gate.

"The subordinate Ji Ruhui will meet the king."

There was silence in the hall.

Jing Zhaoyin didn't look up, just closed his eyes and looked down in the snow.

The hall seemed to be empty, and the chill of spring snow was constantly enveloping Jing Zhaoyin.

It is naturally difficult for the elderly to bear this cold.

It didn't take long for Jing Zhaoyin's body to start trembling.

With such a sincere kneeling posture, it complements each other.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that His Majesty the Emperor sounded very pleasant.

"It turns out that Lord Jing Zhaoqing's surname is Ji, get up."

Jing Zhaoyin kowtowed slightly.

"Thank you, the king."

It's just that when the old man raised his head, he was stunned, half of his body seemed to freeze, and he stood at the door of the temple with half of his knees very strangely half-bent.

A wide and gorgeous black background red decoration imperial robe was worn on this emperor who was always plain on weekdays, and the somewhat bloated and obese emperor sat quietly on the imperial chair in front of the palace, and there was nothing funny, those slightly bulging stomachs, but there was a kind of calm majesty in it.

Seeing this old man like this, Emperor Companion smiled and said, "Ji Qing thinks that the appearance of the lonely king is very ridiculous? ”

Jing Zhaoyin lowered his head in fear, and said in a deep voice: "The king is majestic and prestigious, and his subordinates are taken by him, so he has such an ugly state, and I hope that the king will forgive his sins." ”

Emperor Companion smiled indifferently and said, "It's okay, please ask Ji Qing to come forward." ”

Jing Zhao Yin bowed to the wat.

There was no one else in the main hall, and if Jing Zhaoyin followed the usual practice, it would naturally be impossible for him to appear in the front of the palace.

It's just that now that things are chaotic in the fake capital, and it is a separate summons, the boss still went forward, and only stopped when he reached the position of the Nine Divisions.

Emperor Pei just smiled slightly and looked at Jing Zhaoyin.

"Let's do it again, the Lone King hasn't seen the boss for a long time, and I want to see it more clearly."

When Jing Zhaoyin heard the latter sentence, he subconsciously clenched the jade wat tightly, and then was silent, walked forward, and stopped at the position of the former third duke.

Further on, there is a high platform that is level with the emperor.

There is only Zuo Cheng, who used to be the empress of Huangliang, who once stood.

That was when the ministers of the world were at their peak.

Zuo Cheng welcomed the empress into Beijing and took the emperor's order, intending to divide the imperial power.

It's a pity that in the end, the empress found the person of the Demon Suppression Division, and directly washed the court in blood and regained the artifact.

Kyung Zhao Yin stood there, quietly bowing his head slightly.

There is only one monarch and one minister, and it is naturally quiet and extremely weird.

The emperor sat there, quietly flipping through a certain document in front of the case.

Jing Zhaoyin's handwriting is very neat.

However, Emperor Companion looked at it very roughly.

It's like you're just flipping around.

After hurriedly flipping through it, the emperor put the book of impeachment aside, sat back slightly on the emperor's chair, and looked at the wind and snow outside the hall.

"The Lone King wants to reset the position of Ling Yin Zuo, what does Ji Qing think?"

Jing Zhaoyin only realized at this point that the title of Ji Qing was extremely unusual.

Jing Zhaoyin is under the Ninth Division, so naturally he can't be called Qing.

It's just that in the ancient Chu period, there was never the position of Jing Zhaoyin, and it was just a casual call for Jing Zhaoyin to think that he was just accompanying the emperor.

At the moment, however, this does not seem to be the case.

Jing Zhaoyin knelt down in the audience and said with a throbbing voice.

"The subordinates don't dare to discuss this matter."

The smile of the accompanying emperor disappeared, and his eyes fell from the wind and snow to this honest and terrified old man, whether it was pretending or being real, at least he gave enough gestures.

"Lord Jing Zhao Yin is not a subordinate, the world only hears about Jing Zhao Yin and does not know about the Nine Divisions and the Lone King, it has been a long time, it is the abolition of the ministers of Kyoto, and it is also in the hands of adults, how can it be a subordinate?"

The emperor's expression was not cold.

It was in that calm tone that sounded even more sarcastic.

Kyung Zhao Yin knelt there and said nothing.

So His Majesty, who had been ignored in the world for a long time, finally began to have a cold look.

"Why don't you dare to look up and see this king?"

Jing Zhaoyin prostrated there and said softly: "The minister is ashamed of His Majesty, and he is ashamed of his relatives, so he doesn't dare to raise his head." ”

"If you don't dare to look up to see this king, you can look up and see the world? When the adults came, they didn't keep their heads down. ”

Jing Zhaoyin took a deep breath, as if he had made up some kind of determination, and said in a deep voice: "The subordinates seek for the world, not for the king, so they can see the world, but have no face to see Your Majesty." ”

As soon as this remark came out.

The whole hall was cold.

And the emperor laughed instead.

Jing Zhaoyin could only hear that very pleasant laughter, but he didn't know what he was thinking, because he didn't know what Emperor Companion was thinking.

"Yes, the adults have been working hard for Kyoto for a long time, and if it weren't for some things in the world last year, I'm afraid that the prestige of the adults would be even worse."

Emperor Companion chuckled softly.

"Such a prestige, but it is also suitable for Ji Qing as the lone king, not to mention, since the adult is the Ji family, this matter is even more reasonable."

Jing Zhaoyin knelt in the hall and was silent.

Two quaint tokens were thrown down and landed in front of Kyung Zhao Yin.

One piece is engraved with Gu Chu Wen Ling Yin, and the other is a left disciple.

"Ling Yin is still a left disciple, Ji Qing can choose one by himself."

Jing Zhaoyin looked at Gu Ling in front of him in silence.

Both of them are naturally the ultimate existences of human beings.

Compared with Jing Zhaoyin, there is a huge disparity in the status of nature.

It's just that.

One minister does not matter to two dynasties.

There is no one thing to do.

Jing Zhaoyin let go of the jade wat in his hand, pressed his hands on the dark and cold jade of the council hall, and kowtowed again.

"The subordinate is old, begs for mercy and returns to his hometown, and collects his bones."

The atmosphere in the hall was cold again.

This old man, who has lived in the capital for decades, chose another path between Ling Yin and Zuo Tu.

After a long time, the emperor stood up, walked down the stage in person, helped Jing Zhaoyin up, and said with a slight smile: "My lord doesn't have to be like this, it's just a joke of the lonely king." ”

Jing Zhaoyin stood there calmly and said softly, "The subordinates are panicking. ”

"If the adults don't want to, then this matter will naturally be stopped."

Emperor Companion bent down, picked up the two ancient orders, and rubbed them in his hand.

Then he slowly paced to the door of the main hall, stood in the wind and snow that flew obliquely into the hall, and said softly: "My lord has worked hard for the world, and the lonely king naturally understands that it is just a matter of the nine divisions, and you can't act rashly, please go back." ”

Jing Zhaoyin knelt down and kowtowed again in the hall, and said softly: "The subordinates retire." ”

Emperor Companion nodded calmly.

The old man picked up the jade wat and walked towards the outside of the hall, and in the wind and snow, the white head was added to the white head and slowly walked down the steps.

After a long time, the emperor stretched out the ancient order in his hand to the side.

"Since he doesn't want to, then you can do it."

Someone walked out of the shadows of the main hall, and it was true that the world had not known this Lord Fengchang, who was older than Jing Zhaoyin, for a long time.

Maybe when I saw him on the road, I just thought it was some old man from a wealthy family.

Lord Fengchang, who was nearly seventy years old, had a cold face and took over the order Yin Zhi, which represented the supreme power of Gu Chu.

"Don't make a mistake about the Taiyi Spring Festival."

The voice of the emperor was very flat.

The emperor who stood in the wind and snow had majesty for the first time.

When he began to awaken some desires and ambitions with the support of the goddess.

The king of Chu naturally does not necessarily have to be surnamed Xiong.

It is also possible to have a surname.

"I understand."

The sound in the hall fell silent again.

The old man who walked slowly down the steps in the wind and snow in the distance walked for a long time, and when he was about to leave the long steps, he finally glanced back at the hall behind him.

Maybe you shouldn't be looking there.

It's the ancient Chu palace in front of him, where he passed by when he came.

That place, which was once used as a place for the three princes and nine divisions to rest while waiting for the court, may be the real court hall of this land from now on.

The sky has changed.

The old man stood silently in the wind and snow.

And he's just a poor guy who has been put up.

......

When Liu Chunfeng got the news that the old man with a little wind and snow brought back from the palace, he was watching the snow on the streets of the world.

is already thirty years old, and the former spring breeze boy, after the incident of Minghefang and the change of the Hanging Courtyard, there is about a little spring breeze proud.

After eating a bowl of noodles at a roadside restaurant, I walked briskly down the long street with an umbrella.

Then he met the old man who came out of the palace with a solemn expression, although he was already a little old, but he was still in a hurry.

The boss was worried, and the dean of Yushan under the umbrella called him several times, but he didn't react until Liu Chunfeng pulled the sleeve of the old man stained with wind and snow.

Jing Zhao Yin came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, and looked at the incomprehensible college dean under the umbrella on the street.

"What's wrong, my lord?"

Liu Chunfeng grabbed Jing Zhaoyin, held the umbrella and saluted, then frowned and looked at the old man and asked.

Jing Zhaoyin walked under the eaves of the street, looked up at the snow, and sighed for a long time.

"The palace has changed."

Jing Zhaoyin just said such a sentence.

So Liu Chunfeng realized something, frowned and looked at the old man and said, "What did Your Majesty say?" ”

"Your Majesty?"

Jing Zhaoyin laughed self-deprecatingly, then shook his head, and said, "We should call him the king, the king." ”

Your Majesty is the title of the later emperor, and the king is the title of the king of Gu Chu's ministers back then.

Liu Chunfeng stood there in a daze.

Yes, he thought about a lot of possibilities.

For example, if he died, the Hanging Yuan was controlled by turbulence, and Jing Zhaoyin refused to submit the register until he died.

Many accidents are among them.

Only I never thought that their Majesty the Emperor really had ambitions.

He thought that such a thing should have been completely destroyed in the death of those generations of emperors.

Then he remembered the name of the Witch Cult again.

Yes.

The Witch Cult is not a sect as it was rumored to be in later generations.

It is another name for the land of Guchu.

The goddess has returned, so naturally she will stand on the side of King Chu.

Such a temptation.

Even if His Majesty the Emperor has been saying good for countless years, it is naturally difficult to resist the temptation.

When did the problem start?

Liu Chunfeng stood under the umbrella and watched the southern snowstorm that was still falling silently with the old man beside him.

Then I thought of a certain key node.

Yes, autumn water cliffs.

When the goddess left the fake capital, he was naturally clear.

So on the high platform of Wushan Mountain, which is a piece of Yunmeng Daze, what kind of conversations have been there that made the Emperor Tong, who should still be afraid of Huai'an, change his mind?

Liu Chunfeng naturally wouldn't know the flaws in such a sword that could never be pulled out by Qiushui.

So he fell into a dazed silence.

Thoughts are like the snow that flutters under the sky.

"I don't understand."

Liu Chunfeng said softly.

The old man said slowly: "But we have to admit that the wind spring exam, and the story of Minghefang at the beginning, have become a joke. ”

Liu Chunfeng smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Yes."

Yes.

That's a joke.

No matter how good his reputation is, no matter how high his realm is.

In the final analysis, he is not the one who accompanies the court.

Just the head of a college.

The Gale Spring Test is a sword used to break through those obstacles.

It is also Liu Chunfeng's help to meddle in the affairs of the court.

But when His Majesty, or the King, calmly vetoed the list.

All the stories have become useless.

"No matter how comfortable Your Majesty is, this is Your Majesty Huangliang after all." Liu Chunfeng said softly, "It's me who is too self-righteous." ”

The prestige of the monarch is unfathomable, and the king's heart is unpredictable.

This truth has been forgotten by the Huangliang people for too long.

After Liu Chunfeng was stunned for a long time, he also calmed down.

Jing Zhaoyin, who was on the side, looked at the change in the expression on the face of this thirty-year-old and still young man, as if he realized something.

"The previous thing is indeed Lord Lao."

Liu Chunfeng turned around and saluted Jing Zhaoyin again, and then calmly looked at the long street in the world.

"For the rest of the story, adults can have a good rest."

Jing Zhaoyin frowned and looked at Liu Chunfeng.

"What do you mean?"

Liu Chunfeng said calmly.

"Adults, next, you need to protect yourself, Kyoto may be very chaotic, and sometimes, Kasumiin may not be able to take care of adults."

Jing Zhaoyin looked at Liu Chunfeng, who was calm to indifference, but there was a look of horror on his face.

"What does the Hanging House want to do?"

Liu Chunfeng said softly: "It's not okay to enter the court with literature, then it is just chaos to enter the court." ”

The Hanging Courtyard is the world of culture, but naturally it does not mean that there is only a world of culture.

After all, Wenhua Yuan is only one of the three main courtyards.

Whether it is the Qingniu Courtyard or the Witch Ghost Courtyard, even if the Hanging Courtyard in the world has only experienced a big chaos and a purge, it is still an incomparably powerful force.

Jing Zhaoyin said in a daze: "Are you trying to .....?"

Liu Chunfeng said softly: "Yes, as the adults think, the Hanging Temple, I want to enter Kyoto." ”

Jing Zhaoyin was covered in wind and snow, and stood there trembling all over.

After a long time, the boss calmed down a little and said in a low voice: "Do you know that if the Hanging Courtyard of the World steps into the territory of the fake capital together, the one on the tall building may no longer sit and watch." ”

Liu Chunfeng said calmly: "I know, but don't you think that everything that the Hanging Courtyard has done so far is just against our useless and ambitious Majesty?" ”

Kyung Zhao Yin was silent.

"It is also ridiculous to have the ambition to shock the world without the ability of Emperor Huai'an."

Liu Chunfeng turned his head to look in the direction of the palace city in the wind and snow, and said in a deep voice: "So whether it is Your Majesty or Your Majesty, the Lord we are targeting has always been our goddess." ”

"It's just a moth to a fire in order to die."

The old man stood in the wind and snow and said slowly.

"But dear Lord Ji."

Liu Chunfeng looked at the world calmly.

"If no one stands up and dies first, no one in the world will ever stand up."

This fake capital Yushan said calmly.

"Emperor Huai's words, I like it very much now."

"Floating geometry, don't dare to go until you die, don't dare to come until you die."