People gathered around the palace, standing in the wind and snow, intending to watch.

After all, everyone saw the two gentlemen of the Hanging Courtyard, heading towards the imperial city in the wind and snow.

This kind of thing is naturally one of the most popular in the world.

The two gentlemen seemed to be carrying something covered with a cloth, and they did not know what was inside, and headed towards the palace gate.

Some people think it's a huge amount of silver tickets, while others think it's a war letter.

After all, it is held in the hand, and it can't be a person.

There were people waiting in front of the palace gate, but when they saw that it was only the gentlemen from the two courtyards, they were still stunned.

His Majesty's attendant looked at the two of them very strangely.

"What does that mean?"

The gentleman in the courtyard said with great sincerity: "This is the chilling cicada that Your Majesty wants to see. ”

The attendant was silent for a long time, then stepped forward, lifted the red cloth on the fine tray with his hand, and then put it down again, and said sincerely, "Sir, don't embarrass me. ”

If he really brought this plate, the chilling cicada that looked dead for an unknown amount of time, to Emperor Companion.

Probably he won't have to live.

After all, today's emperor is no longer the emperor who only said it was good at the beginning.

The gentleman in the courtyard was equally sincere.

"I'm sorry for the different positions."

The attendant thought to himself that you had a choice, but I didn't have a choice.

"I need to return to the king to give you an answer."

The attendant said in a deep voice, turned around and walked towards the depths of the palace on the palace road, and then the guards on both sides closed the palace door again.

The story at the palace gate is uneventful, and there is no such picture of humiliation and anger that the world wants.

If His Majesty the Emperor were here, perhaps something like this would probably happen.

But His Majesty is not here, he is just a close attendant, so naturally he will not choose to fight with the Hanging Courtyard.

People stood far away in the snow with some disappointment.

It's just that the two academy gentlemen haven't left yet, and they are still standing there quietly holding plates.

The people waited patiently.

It was a long time before the palace door was reopened.

The previous person appeared at the door again, looked at the two gentlemen in the Hanging Courtyard, and said with a strange expression: "The king accepted this cicada, but it was just ....."

The gentleman of the academy narrowed his eyes and said, "Just what? ”

The attendant looked up at the onlookers in the wind and snow, and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, please chill the cicada again." ”

The snow in the city still doesn't stop.

Even those onlookers instantly felt the solemnity that overflowed in the wind and snow.

The two gentlemen of the Hanging Courtyard frowned, but they didn't say anything, handed the plate in their hands to the attendant, and then turned and left in the snow.

The meaning of a request is naturally different from that of another invitation.

Especially in the face of such a plate of chilling cicadas, the one in the deep palace still made the decision to invite again.

This is something that no one expected.

They thought that His Majesty would be furious and would have someone come and overturn the plate.

This will make the world feel much more relaxed.

The emotions on the surface are naturally not enough to be afraid.

And when he is calm and indifferent, it becomes a kind of momentum.

The cicadas watched quietly from the eaves behind the crowd.

Liu March also stood aside with a slight smile.

"Now the pressure of public opinion in the world has returned to the senior brother."

The cicada stood there calmly.

"It's not on me, it's on the Hanging Courtyard, they can't find another cicada to send it over."

Although this is not impossible, the first time to send a chilling cicada is ironic.

The second time I sent a chilling cicada, it was a poor skill.

Liu March didn't say anything more.

The cicada watched it for a while, and the movement at the palace gate gradually calmed down with the departure of Mr. Academy.

The people were either silent or talking solemnly, and dispersed in twos and threes.

The cicada also turned around and walked in the direction of the Hanging Courtyard.

After walking for a while, I found that Liu March did not follow, still standing under the eaves, quietly watching the world.

Probably also noticed the gaze of the cold cicada, and the ugly and independent Taoist in the wind and snow said softly: "I'm offstage, senior brother." ”

Naturally, it is like this.

If someone is on stage, there will naturally be someone offstage.

There has to be someone to watch the plays, even if it's just one person, for those big plays to be meaningful.

Liu March also had his own stage, and Han Cicada was a person watching the play at that time.

It's just that now I have a different identity.

The cicada tilted her head and thought for a moment, and said, "That's true. ”

Liu March naturally has no reason to get involved in the fake capital.

He has always been involved in the affairs of the goddess.

Han Cicada left the long street outside the palace, where Liu March stood alone for a long time, and then walked along the long street.

I didn't go far, but I looked up at the depths of the Wind and Snow Palace.

First frowned, then frowned, and calmly left, saying nothing.

......

The entrance of the Wind and Snow Hall.

Yan Li quietly looked at the plate held by the attendant in front of him, and in the plate was a dead cicada, but probably because of the heavy snow in the world, it did not become very ugly, and still preserved the appearance of his life, like a small green and black fruit.

Yan Li stretched out his hand and pinched the chilling cicada, looked at it in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully.

"This humiliation, I suffered alone, and then what?"

There was a very suppressed anger in the voice of the departed.

Master Ling Yin stood aside and said calmly, "The world has seen it." ”

"What if you see it?"

Yan Li turned his head and frowned at Ling Yin.

Ling Yin said slowly: "No matter how noisy the wind is, it is just the wind after all. The king humiliates the ministers to death, and the king humiliates the people. At least, in the current world, you are the master of this world. When the people of the world see the king endure like this, their hearts will naturally not be at peace, and those who use the hearts of the people are nothing more than to make them feel emotional. Regardless of joy or sorrow, as long as there is emotion, the hearts of the world will be more inclined to the king. ”

Yan Li's brow stretched slightly, and he put the cicada back on the plate.

"What about the chilling cicada again?"

Ling Yin turned his head to look at the world, and the voice in the wind and snow was extremely cold.

"The king is humiliated and invites again, but if the Hanging Court does not accept it, he will be disheartened by the whispers of the world. O king, you must understand that not all people in the world have a firm position, and out of ten thousand people there are only two people who oppose each other, and most of them are blank observers. Wherever the wind blows, they will look. ”

Therefore, those who were holding and watching jokes at the beginning, when they heard the news from the palace, they even lost their smiles, and the atmosphere was hoarse and their expressions were solemn.

For the people of the people, for the people of the king.

The two are always mutual.

After leaving this point, I couldn't help but have some awe-inspiring emotions in my heart.

Turning his head and looking deeply at Ling Yin beside him.

"Aiqing was really just Lord Bongchang who was in charge of the sacrifice of the gods?"

Monarchs and ministers are not familiar, which is an extremely rare thing in the world.

Ling Yin raised his hand and saluted respectfully, and said softly: "This is given by the first emperor himself, and the king should have watched it back then." ”

Feng Chang is the head of the Nine Divisions, so he naturally needs to be appointed by the emperor.

Yan Li smiled: "Aiqing should understand that Gu is not like this. ”

Ling Yin said slowly: "Worshipping the gods, why don't you observe the world, your majesty." ”

Yan Li stood in front of the steps of the Wind and Snow Hall, calmly looking at the world.

Although the council hall is not a high-level hall in the world, it is also higher than the ordinary place after all, even if the palace wall is deep and the wind and snow are majestic, you can also overlook the world.

After a long time, Yan Li said slowly: "So what will the Hanging Courtyard do?" ”

Ling Yin shook his head and said softly: "The academy is also an unusual place, but the lower ministers don't know it. ”

It is precisely because I don't know that the kind of response that does not surprise everywhere is extremely shocking.

"But in any case, the Hanging Courtyard is seeking a reason to enter Beijing, as long as the king does not give them a suitable reason, they can only be silent in the wind and snow outside Beijing."

Ling Yin analyzed very calmly.

"The goddess looked down at the world, and the world was looking at Kyoto. The more you are at this time, the more you need to hold your breath. They are rebellious ministers and thieves, and you are the king of God. ”

Yan Li listened to this passage and looked at the high-rise buildings in the palace.

He hadn't been to that building in a long time.

"The Divine Lord?" Yan Li chuckled softly. "Maybe."

"I heard that the chilling cicada is the cultivation of the Great Dao of the Northern Liuyun Sword Sect, which makes Lord Yin feel that if he really ignores the so-called popular rumors in the world, forcibly enters the palace, and stands in front of Gu with a sword, do you think the goddess will really bless Gu?"

Ling Yin said softly: "So I have ordered someone to bring those Nanchu witches left by Shu He into the palace and hide them in the palace. ”

Three thousand axemen may have been chopped into meat by the cicadas.

But three thousand Southern Chu Wu.

It is enough for the cicada to die in the palace.

Yan Li squinted at the wind and snow and said, "Very good." ”

......

Ling Yin left the palace and walked without a sense of existence in the wind and snow.

Huangliang Jiusi has naturally long been unknown to the world, but it is the more subordinate Jing Zhaoyin, who has become a frequent visitor in the eyes of the world.

Even though he was wearing the robe of Gu Chu Ling Yin, no one recognized that this was the Fengchang Lord who used to be them.

Naturally, Lord Bongchang is not a mysterious person.

Just a person who has no sense of existence.

Under the rule of Gale, the worship of the gods has become a fictitious thing, and naturally no one cares who Lord Fengchang is.

But today there were people waiting for him.

It's an ugly-looking person.

When Lord Ling Yin was hanging out in the fake capital last year, he also saw such a person.

It's just obvious that the temperament of this person at that time and this person today is completely different.

Liu March's matter, among the fake capitals, only Emperor Accompany and Jing Zhao Yin have a little understanding, so Lord Yin naturally doesn't know who this person is.

The lonely old man in the snowstorm must be a little vigilant when he meets such a person.

Lord Ling Yin stopped, stood there and looked at Liu Yue with a frown, not knowing what this discredited nameless man was doing here.

"Who are you?"

Liu March was blunt.

"Willow March."

made Yin Cang's eyes shrink suddenly.

"Huaidu Soldier Squire, Liu March? It turned out to be you? ”

Liu March smiled softly and said, "Naturally, yes, but that was a thing of the past. ”

Ling Yin could naturally see that it was a past.

Who is Liu March?

The appearance is extraordinary, and the pride of the northern Taoist is fluttering.

It's not the way dogs look when they see it now.

"I'm just a prisoner of the goddess now."

Liu March was very calm.

It's just that Ling Yin obviously can't calm down, a soldier from Huaidu appeared in Huangliang, and he also has something to do with the goddess, no one knows if there is a great variability behind this.

Liu March naturally could see that Ling Yin was thinking about something in the silence in the wind and snow, and said calmly: "Lord Yin doesn't have to worry about anything, the matter between me and the goddess is not a human matter." ”

Ling Yin still frowned, looked at Liu Yueyue and said, "So what are you waiting for me to do here?" ”

Liu Yueyue looked at the palace behind Ling Yin that was covered by wind and snow, and said slowly: "Those people of the witch and ghost path were ordered by adults to enter the palace?" ”

Ling Yin looked at Liu Yue deeply for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "How do you know? ”

Liu March smiled slightly and said, "I just happened to see something." ”

Just as Liu Chunfeng said at the beginning.

The power of Dao Yun and the witch ghost Styx is extremely repulsive.

Although Liu March's Shenhai still hasn't recovered, it is also a trace of the power of those obscure witches and ghosts that can be detected in the wind and snow.

Ling Yin stood there with a frown.

Liu March seemed to have just come to ask this question, and after asking, he didn't say anything more, as if he was afraid of the cold, withdrew his hand, and walked past Ling Yin.

"My lord is really good."

The praise of the soldier from Huaidu in the far north is obviously rare.

It's just that Lord Yin can't be happy no matter what.

Because of the appearance of Liu March, it is too strange.

Not only the Huai'an people, but also the Huangliang people, they all thought that this Huaidu military squire had already died in Daze.

Perhaps in order to reassure Lord Yin, Liu Yueyue's voice came again.

"Adults don't have to worry, I'm just a passer-by in the snow, just a person watching a play, and what happens on stage has nothing to do with me."

Liu Yue stopped there and looked back at Lord Ling Yin's back with a deep gaze.

"I just thought it was interesting."

......

When the cicada returned to the Hanging Courtyard, the two young men were roasting a fire in the Sword Courtyard.

Cultivating the way of sword posture is naturally extremely boring.

In Mr. Qi's absence, the two young men secretly returned to the door of the small room, moved the stove out, and lay down comfortably.

At this time, when he heard the sound of footsteps, he was startled, and a carp stood up, and when he saw that it was a cicada, he lay down again.

"Brother Cicada, you're back."

Zhao Xingxing said weakly there.

Since they slowly matured, Zhao Xingxing didn't call them Brother Han anymore, what Brother Cicada, Brother Cicada, Tengger, all screamed nonsense.

The chilling cicada was also a little depressed.

After all, it is naturally not a happy thing to accompany the emperor and rebel against the army.

Just seeing the lazy appearance of the two little teenagers, they also had some lazy thoughts, walked over, squeezed Zhao Xingxing's legs away, leaned on the fireside, and sat on their knees.

The tranquility on the side looked at the sorrow between the cold cicada's eyebrows, but asked.

"Brother Cicada, aren't you going to be Your Majesty? I don't seem to be very happy. ”

After the people knelt down on the long street of wind and snow, the cicada made a decision that went against the ancestors.

Tranquility and Zhao Xingxing naturally knew.

Probably too excited, the two young men couldn't calm down to look at the stones, so they simply thought about it around the fire.

Zhao Xingxing even thought about it, because he was very familiar with Brother Cicada, so he finally went through the back door and went to be the general of Zhenbei Xingxing, and then he was careless about people's lives, fish and flesh people, and finally rebelled by the people under his jurisdiction, hung himself up with a thousand knives, and fed the body to the dogs.

After all, I know in my heart that a teenager like myself is probably a cannon fodder in troubled times, and I can only fantasize about going through the back door to be refreshed.

The boy is cranky and doesn't break the law anyway.

Not to mention, Zhao Xingxing's three views are quite correct, although he thinks that he cares about people's lives, fish and flesh, but he also knows that this will be chopped up and fed to dogs.

Han Cicada naturally didn't know what strange things the two teenagers had thought of.

I wanted to talk to the two little boys about the gate of the palace, but I thought about it.

Talk to them about a hammer.

The young man's temperament is probably - Brother Cicada, don't be afraid, just break in directly, chop off the dog with a knife, and we will support you.

Sure enough, before Han Cicada even said it, Zhao Xingxing had already climbed on his shoulder.

"Is that dog accompanying the emperor to do some tricks, Brother Cicada, don't be afraid....."

The cicada covered her ears helplessly.

Tranquility didn't talk nonsense like Zhao Xingxing, glanced at the cold cicada's tightly knit brows, and then pulled Zhao Xingxing aside and said, "I'm glad you let Brother Cicada be quiet." ”

Zhao Xingxing frowned, sensing that something was wrong, and then turned his head to look at Tranquility.

"No, isn't that what you asked first?"

“......”

Serenity sincerely admits her mistakes.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have asked."

The cicada just waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

The two teenagers stayed quietly on the sidelines, letting the cicadas roast the fire and be quiet for a while.

Although what such a thing is, Fang Zhiqiu and they will naturally consider it seriously.

It's just that since it has become a fire that has been raised.

Naturally, the cicada can't stay out of it.

It was there that I carefully sorted out the context of these things.

It's just that Han Cicada is just a killer of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect after all, and it is impossible to understand everything.

Fang Zhiqiu couldn't be like Han Cicada, who sincerely cared for the target of his assassination.

There is a specialization in the art industry.

The sword courtyard was quiet for a long time, and the two teenagers were probably a little infected by the solemn atmosphere, Zhao Xingxing was not happy anymore, holding his sword, sitting by the fireside, looking at the wind and snow outside the courtyard, and sighed.

"It's thirteen today."

Today is indeed the thirteenth day of the first month of the year 104 of the Great Wind Calendar.

The year is coming to an end.

It's just that this storm shows no signs of stopping.

Tranquility is also a little confused, although the two are just elementary school students who have just entered the academy, but they also seem to regard themselves as part of the academy.

"If the courtyard wins the people in the palace, what will happen to the goddess?"

It's not just a quiet confusion.

It's also everyone's confusion.

So Liu Chunfeng, from beginning to end, they just talked about raising fire.

And not a prairie fire.

Han Cicada turned his head, looked at the two little teenagers sitting inside, and said softly, "Take your time." ”

It naturally makes sense to raise a fire.

For example, these two teenagers who have also begun to have a sense of mission.

Maybe insignificant.

But no fire was sudden.