Kyoto, the core place of Haoming, the place where the dragon veins of the world meet, the Spring and Autumn Period of the country did not fall, the invasion of the Northern Desert in that year, also patrolled under this majestic city and could not enter.

Towering Kyoto, at this moment, is in front of you.

Chen Mingye looked at the magnificent capital in front of him, and a trace of inexplicable vicissitudes suddenly rose in his heart.

He left here three years ago, and he finally returned three years later.

It's just that now he can't even return here as he is, so he can only hide and hide in the shadows.

He chuckled softly, but his fists clenched unconsciously and quietly.

It's sunset, and the crowds of people coming and going in Kyoto are still raging. In early winter, most people have changed into thick clothes, but even in Kyoto, there are too many people who face the cold weather without robes to protect against the wind and cold.

At the gate of the city, the guards were still checking the crowds entering the city one by one.

The leader of the King of Jin, naturally no one dared to stop him, and the guards recognized the figure of this prince from afar, and just waited for him to come over, he stepped forward and saluted respectfully, and immediately let him go, and the people behind him naturally followed into the city.

On the way to the king of Jin, he naturally arranged for someone to book the restaurant first.

The prince made a move and booked a restaurant, which is naturally a famous restaurant in Kyoto - Yanyun Pavilion.

By Chen Mingye's side, Meng Che introduced to him with great interest while pulling the reins: "This Yanyun Pavilion is the most famous restaurant in our Kyoto, and the dishes and styles in it are really unforgettable. ”

Chen Mingye glanced at him, and seeing him so excited, he couldn't help but quip: "The Meng family is such a Washington mansion, do you still need to worry about the restaurant outside?"

"What you said, my family has always been a thrifty family," Meng Che rolled his eyes angrily, "Do you really think that this famous name in Kyoto is called for nothing?"

Xiao Hong's eyes widened when she heard this, and she stared at Meng Che with a wink, just waiting for him to continue.

"Don't teach bad children. Chen Mingye said helplessly.

"The people take food as the sky, and the son said, they don't get tired of eating, they don't get tired of being fine," Meng Che lifted his robe and dragged a few ancient sayings with a serious face, "How can this big thing of eating and drinking be regarded as bad teaching?"

Chen Mingye was too lazy to argue with him, and one sentence broke his mind: "I think you don't just covet the food of this Yanyun Pavilion." ”

"Hahaha, Brother Chen is really a wonderful person, of course the famous place of Yanyun Pavilion is not only its food," Meng Che said, raising his eyebrows at Chen Mingye, compared to the eyes that a man understands.

"Aren't you afraid that Mrs. Meng knows?" Chen Mingye glanced at this guy with a smile.

"Ahem, today is the invitation of King Jin, how can there be no reason not to go. Meng Che swore an oath.

"Sort it off. Chen Mingye nodded.

"How did Brother Chen feel when he first entered Kyoto?" Meng Che saw that he had a flat look all the way, and couldn't help but want to find a conversation to arouse his interest.

"Sure enough, it is prosperous, compared to Yuzhou, it is like heaven. Chen Mingye said perfunctorily.

Meng Che glanced at him suspiciously: "Brother Chen, you can see so much when we walk down the street?"

Chen Mingye shrugged his shoulders: "I had to say this when you asked me, and you also know that we just walked down the street." ”

Inexplicably choked by him, Meng Che said a little depressed: "Brother Chen, I think you don't seem to be in a good mood all the way back from Langsleeve Mountain, is there something wrong? Or do you not like my brothers?"

Chen Mingye frowned slightly, and quickly stretched out, he shook his head and said, "It's just that when I first entered Kyoto, I was still a little nervous when I saw these characters. ”

"Nervous?" Meng Che almost laughed when he heard this, before on Langsleeve Mountain, Chen Mingye and Yan Wendao faced each other, and the scene of the competition almost didn't surprise him, how could he be a little nervous.

Okay, perfunctory, **naked perfunctory, Meng Che simply shut up, saving himself from being bored.

Chen Mingye glanced at him, this guy was quieter. He was indeed a little irritable at the moment, as soon as he saw King Jin, the murderous aura in his heart unconsciously overflowed, and the huge sword in the dantian was even trembling continuously, shaking the huge chains on the sword body that penetrated deep into the rock wall. Fortunately, he silently recited the mental mantra of the Xuanting Sutra in time, and the Xuanting Sutra in his body operated independently to calm the restlessness of spiritual power, which restrained him.

And just that moment of difference almost revealed his identity.

King Jin, the third son of the current emperor, has a deep personality and a sleek personality since he was a child, Chen Mingye knew that his change at that moment was likely to have attracted the attention of that one, and this was why there were some temptations in the later questioning. It was also Yan Wendao's timely arrival later, which happened to relieve himself.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up at Yan Wendao. Speaking of which, today's Yanwen knife is indeed a little strange. In his impression, Yan Wendao's rigid temperament has never been as good at talking as he is today.

A group of people walking on horseback above the market is already an extremely domineering move, after all, according to Haoming's law, when the street is ridden, it should be punished. However, the prince on their side is worthy of the title of the marquis's son, and Yin Shou, who wants to come to Kyoto, does not dare to meddle in things.

Yanyun Pavilion is located at the east gate of Kyoto, and the group enters the city from the east gate, but it is not far away.

King Jin talked with a few people all the way in front and soon arrived at the door of the restaurant. The group dismounted and entered the building, and suddenly there was a burst of fragrance and a prosperous scene.

The guards lined up the crowd first, and Chen Mingye led Xiaohong all the way to follow them straight upstairs, and the people in the building looked at this pomp, and most of them talked a few words, and did not pay too much attention.

Kyoto is full of wealthy families, and there are many people who pay attention to pomp and circumstance.

King Jin specially set a private seat on the top floor, and almost half of the small floor was wrapped, so that no one around would come to disturb him.

"Everyone, it's rare to get together today, you must not be drunk or happy!" King Jin looked at the few young faces in front of him, smiled slightly, and took the lead in raising the wine glass in his hand.

"Your Highness has an order, how dare you disobey! I will wait today, if I don't get drunk, I won't return!" Zuo Qiu Yinghe's voice was the loudest, and he immediately shouted.

"If you don't get drunk, you won't go home!" the rest of the group suddenly became excited.

Before it began, on the table, the joy of everyone's words was already slightly drunk.

The performance that King Jin had already arranged happened to appear at this time, Chen Mingye raised his glass and glanced at it, but it was a woman's trick that he had already seen in those years, so he only glanced at it, and he was no longer interested.

The table was staggered, and King Jin seemed to be in a very good mood today, and he was very interested in sharing some interesting stories about himself in Beizhou with Zuo Qiu and others. Chen Mingye was sitting in the corner, and the voice over there kept coming, and he was a little upset for a while.

Xiaohong sat beside him, but she looked extremely relieved, eating with her small mouth, and basically didn't stop much.

On the other hand, Meng Che was also pulled by the Tian family brothers, and persuaded him with a smile for a few drinks, but he was not good at drinking, and his face was already flushed for a while. Chen Mingye glanced at him, knowing that if this guy returned home today, he was afraid that he would be finished again.

He sat by the window, which was already in the corner, and a few people over there didn't pay attention to him at all, and he was happy to be quiet, so he simply raised his eyes and looked at the scenery outside.

In Kyoto City, even though it is already night, the lights of thousands of houses still illuminate the whole city brightly, and the difference between it and daytime is not very large.

And looking from the direction of Yanyun Pavilion a little further north, there is the Great Inner Palace City that gathers the eyes of the world, as the power center of the entire Haoming, the emperor who sits in the country should be sitting on that dragon chair at this moment.

Chen Mingye's eyes were cold, looking into the distance, he stretched out his hand to the window, and clenched his fists slightly. It was only a moment, but there was a sudden cold touch on his arm, and he withdrew his hand in some surprise, and saw a small ice flower.

He stretched out his hand again and looked at the night outside the window, only then did he notice that at some point, one after another ice flowers were slowly falling from the sky outside the window. The night breeze is quiet, so the snowflakes fall slowly, like silent cotton wool, and fall lightly into the vast city of Kyoto.

It's snowing.

Chen Mingye looked up and saw a vast and deep night sky, with thousands of flying snowflakes slowly falling from the sky towards the ground.

The whole of Kyoto, at this moment, is shrouded in this sudden snowy night.

"It's snowing!"

"It's snowing, mother, come out and see, it's snowing!"

"It's snowing......"

......

He suddenly felt that his state of mind had quieted down a little, as if his spiritual sense had extended to all corners of Kyoto, and he could faintly hear large and small exclamations from different places, as if he could see people looking up at the snowflakes falling from the sky to welcome the first snow since the beginning of winter.

The joy of the children, the worries of the women, the sighs of the men, the laughter of the old men...... In the snowy night, it seems to drift slowly in Kyoto City with the night wind.

Chen Mingye, who was located on this tall building, suddenly felt that his spiritual sense seemed to spread far, far away, and spread to every small corner of the city with the snowflakes falling from the sky, listening to the whispers and murmurs of the Wan family.

Scenes that have been buried in the depths of memory in the past suddenly come alive in this snowy night in the city of Kyoto.

Practicing three times in winter and three times in summer, his martial arts career since he was a child seems to have never been easy.

His mother was not around, and his father's harshness often made the young child cry in his room alone.

The daily practice is not allowed to be reduced in the slightest, even in the cold and freezing season, the child's body is already weak, but even if the father sees his hands full of frostbite, he has never relented. He couldn't finish the task and was not allowed to eat, so he took a horse step in the snowy night, boxing has always been a common thing, and at a young age, he prematurely ate the pain that his peers did not bear at all.

In Kitashu, in Kyoto, it is the happiest time of the year, without him, his grandfather is here.

His grandfather was actually very strict with him, but compared to his father, he was too relaxed.

Therefore, his wanton chic, Kyoto's first merry young marshal, most of these titles are used to being under his grandfather.

At that time, I don't know how many people in Kyoto secretly chewed the root of their tongues against the godson of the Duke of Qi, but of course the Duke of Qiguo, who had experienced strong winds and waves, would not care about those dispensable words.

In Chen Mingye's childhood, it seemed that only winter was the most beautiful, and the white world was the most beautiful in the world.

It seems that when I left Kyoto three years ago, it was also snowing.

On the first day of returning to Beijing three years later, it was also this snowflake.

It was also until this moment that he was still a little confused, and he could finally be sure. Indeed, he Chen Mingye really came back.