When Xu Ming woke up, he had a splitting headache, his limbs were weak, there was almost no spiritual power in the dantian, and his whole body had no strength as if it had been squeezed dry.

"It seems that it is the reason for the golden rod and the armor. Xu Ming struggled to stand up on the edge of the bed, and the feeling of weakness in his legs made him almost fall.

"With my current ability, it is still too difficult to control the Golden Hoop Stick and Battle Armor, and it seems that the matter of breaking through the Transformation God Realm is about to be put on the agenda. Xu Ming finally stood up straight, pushed the door and walked out.

The four of Chu Feng were already waiting for him.

"How were you doing last night?" asked Xu Ming.

Chu Feng showed a puzzled look: "What do you mean, what happened last night?"

Xu Ming frowned: "You didn't hear a loud noise last night?"

"No, I don't. Chu Feng shook his head, "Are you having a nightmare?"

"Could it be because of what formation Yun Mengze laid down?" Xu Ming said to himself, "But why can I hear and see? Is it because my hearing and eyesight are too strong?"

Chu Feng looked at Xu Ming, who was not quite normal, and said with concern: "What's wrong with you, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, let's get ready to go. ”

The group got into the carriage and headed for the imperial capital.

At the same time, in an inconspicuous corner outside the Yunfu wall, a hole was suddenly dug out at the base of the wall. A grizzled figure emerged from the hole.

"If you want to lock up the master, it's still hundreds of years early!" Fang Buyue leaned against the wall, wiped his face, and spit out the grass leaves in his mouth.

The boy was dressed in a tattered suit of subordinate clothes, unkempt, like a little beggar.

"It's a pity that the master's baby was just brought up from the tomb, and before he could see enough, he was robbed. The young man looked distressed, but in a blink of an eye, he smiled as if he remembered something happy.

He reached into the crotch of his pants, pulled out a ring, and pulled out a ring from a small pocket sewn into the inside of his pants.

The ring was polished to a shiny finish, and I think it was often taken out as a "plate".

The young man rubbed the ring, "hehe" smiled: "Fortunately, the master has been prepared, the most precious treasure is hidden in the crotch of the master, and you can't think of it." ”

"It's all to blame on the little ghost who didn't know where he came from last night!" Fang Buyue was angry when she thought of being knocked down with a stick last night, "They seem to be going to the imperial capital." ”

Fang Buyue put away the ring and looked in the direction of the imperial capital. "Wait, Master will definitely make you pay. ”

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the people were moving more and more slowly. When they arrived in the imperial capital, winter was almost halfway over.

When I came to the main gate of the imperial capital, the first snow of this winter happened to fall.

It is said that Emperor Liang is more solemn and majestic than Jingguo's Shangjing City, but in this snow-white sky, this war-torn ancient city seems a little warm and tender.

Snowflakes covered the world, leaving only a path leading to the imperial capital, and the pear trees beside the path gradually bloomed beautiful snow-white flowers. The distant mountains are hidden behind a vast white curtain, quiet and elegant.

When I got closer, I found that even the walls of the imperial capital were covered with snow-white flowers. The soldiers standing on the walls were almost buried in the snow, and only the two black eyes were exposed.

"The sky is cold and the snow is the emperor's capital, and the horse's hooves are trampling on the Qiongyao grass. The words are incompatible, and they have their own clouds and thousands of miles high. There is a stone tablet next to the main gate of the imperial capital, which is said to have been erected during the first imperial examination of the Liang Kingdom. The palace examination was in winter, and it was also on a snowy day, and the new champion of the year wrote a poem on the tablet.

The champion of the year was Liu Ancheng, the old lady of the Liang Kingdom, and now he has become a cup of loess.

Thinking of the small Forbidden City in Jinling a few years ago, Xu Ming had also seen this legendary old minister, and he couldn't help but sigh a little. Perhaps, people always have to lose to time.

They walked into this majestic ancient city.

Maybe it's because it's snowing, and the streets are sparsely populated. There was only an old man in a robe, carrying a fishing basket and holding a long fishing rod and walking slowly.

There is a famous fireworks place in the imperial capital city, which is no less than Qinhuai in Jinling: Yingyue Lake.

The earliest imperial capital was built on the basis of Yingyue Lake. It's just that later the Liang Kingdom became more and more prosperous, and the imperial capital became bigger and bigger, and later Yingyue Lake became a lake in the imperial capital.

There is Jinling Qinhuai River in the south, and Yingyue Lake, the imperial capital, in the north. These two places have become one of the labels of the two cities, and they have been compared with each other.

But to be honest, Qin Huai in Jinling is still slightly better. This is off-topic, press not table.

Entering the imperial capital, Xu Ming could obviously feel the emotional changes of Li Yihuan beside him.

She leaned on the window of the carriage, watching these familiar and unfamiliar scenes, without saying a word.

Xu Ming looked at her thin body, couldn't help trembling slightly, and suddenly felt sorry for this simple little girl.

The ghost made the god stumble, and he hugged Li Yihuan.

The girl's body was cold and thin, and it was uncomfortable to hold in her arms.

The girl remained silent and did not say a word. Until Xu Ming's body temperature gradually warmed up the girl's body.

"Woo. A sobbing sound suddenly came from Xu Ming's arms. He looked down and saw that the clothes on his chest were already wet.

"It's okay, it's okay, and me. Xu Ming gently hugged her and gently stroked the girl's back.

Xu is words touched the girl's fragile nerves, she turned from a low sobbing to a howling cry, so she got into Xu Ming's arms and wiped her snot and tears on Xu Ming's body.

Xu Ming hugged the girl helplessly and distressedly, and kept warming the girl's heart.

"Will you always be with me?" the girl raised her head, her big eyes flashing, and looked at Xu Ming.

Xu Ming looked at the girl's pure and flawless gaze, and didn't know what to say for an instant. He didn't want to lie to the girl, and he didn't want her to be sad.

"Yes. Xu Ming finally gently pasted her face.

As an older brother.

......

In the study room of the Zheng Mansion, Zheng Xiujie, the prime minister of the Liang Kingdom, was correcting the chapters. Since Emperor Guangwu was seriously ill, the affairs of the court and the central government were backlogged on him, and in just a few months, he was still middle-aged, and his temples were gray.

Suddenly, a burst of birdsong rang out in the snowy night. The old man, who was standing aside, walked up, opened the window, and removed a roll of notes from the pigeon's leg.

"Prime Minister, Xu Ming has arrived in the imperial capital. He was accompanied by the daughter and adopted daughter of Chu Feng and Wei Guogong. There is also a girl of unknown origin who has not cultivated. The old man read the note and presented it respectfully. "Although Chu Feng and the two young ladies in the Weiguo Mansion have changed their faces and used fake names, they can still be recognized. ”

"It's a little later than I thought. Zheng Xiujie didn't raise his head, still reviewing the chapters.

"What about us?"

"There's no hurry. Zheng Xiujie suddenly stopped his hand, looked up and asked, "When will the people from Qingyang Sect arrive?"

"Back to the prime minister, it's already here. The old man said.

Zheng Xiujie nodded: "There have been too many things recently, I forgot about it." ”

As he spoke, he lowered his head again and continued to review the recital.

The old man said: "The prime minister has been busy with official business recently, and it is inevitable that he will forget something. ”

"People who are optimistic about the outside of the sky, the more they reach the last moment, the more they can't relax!"

"Yes!"

Zheng Xiujie looked at the music in front of him, suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth, and smiled coldly: "Those who should come are here, and those who shouldn't be here are here, and the imperial capital for the New Year this year should be much more interesting." ”