The clouds are as cool as ink, the moon is as cool as water, and the drizzle is like a wooden window. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The rain fogs between the sky and the earth, softening several pavilions and water pavilions.

The grandeur of other countries and the desolation of war are just sentences and poems written by literati.

It does not affect the extravagance and glitz of the capital of the Song Dynasty.

The boldness of revealing one's heart and the wildness of drinking and singing are the main tone of this Great Song Kingdom.

The young Yanguan had been nesting in the gatehouse of the Taifu Mansion for a long time, and even the old doorman with thinning hair persuaded him to go back first, if the rain fell too hard, he would get sick if he was caught in the rain.

It's just that this young official, stubbornly stubborn, holding the impeachment of Taifu's nephew, just knelt in the gatehouse, waiting for the summons of Master Taifu.

The old porter sighed and walked over to the slightly broken wooden window, closing the creaking wooden window.

A gust of wind blew and tore a large corner of the already torn window paper.

The sound of silk and bamboo, the sound of beauty, followed the cold wind, through the broken window paper, into the ears of the young speaker.

It's like this Great Song Dynasty that has been drunk for hundreds of years, and the immortal palace can no longer cover the smell of corruption in it.

Yanguan held his breath, as if there was something unclean in the air.

The old doorman saw that the window paper was completely damaged, so he simply ignored it. Picking up the coarse porcelain teapot from the table, he poured a cup of hot tea for the young speaker.

Speaking of this young official, the old official admired it from the bottom of his heart, although he was born into a broken family, he did not have any flattery. Whether it is arrogant or arrogant, this great Song Dynasty, only this young man dares to face power and speak out. It can be regarded as the only remaining clear stream in the officialdom of the Great Song Dynasty.

The old doorman squatted next to the young official and handed over the teacup in his hand.

"If Master Taifu doesn't see me for a day, I won't drink for a day. The young speaker didn't take the tea, but moved his stiff shoulders slightly, and his slightly curved spine straightened up again.

The old doorman put the teacup within the reach of the young official, and he no longer persuaded him. Returning to the bamboo chaise longue, he put on a slightly thicker garment and took a nap.

Wait until the old doorman wakes up with a spirit. The young speaker who had been kneeling for a day was gone.

Alas, did you still give up, it should have been like this a long time ago. After all, the twelve letters in a row for three days accusing Taifu's nephew of arson slavery and hurting people, and forcibly robbing people's daughters were all suppressed by Taifu, and maybe kneeling for another day would not be of much use.

It's just that this old doorman also has a little expectation in his heart, hoping that this young man who still dares to speak out can hold on a little more. What is insisting on, the old official doesn't know, maybe it is the backbone that the Great Song Kingdom has left.

The old doorman wrapped his clothes tightly, sighed, and went to sleep.

The drizzle wet Chang'an Street, and the sound of singing echoed in the courtyards of the high-rise mansions next to Chang'an Street, and when it reached the ears of the young speaker, it was like the whimper of the female ghost.

There are 3,000 households in Chang'an City, and they dare to ask where the boy is? At the beginning, Dayan's envoys asking for help were rejected by the Song King outside the palace, and after looking up to the sky and shouting, he drew his sword and killed himself. The blood on the neck frightened the Great Song Dynasty, but it did not wake up the Great Song Dynasty.

It was only the next day that the King of Song sent someone to find the body that had been thrown into the mass grave outside the city, so that he could bury it alive, so that the young official could understand. King Song is not really confused, it's just that this Great Song is terminally ill and difficult to return. King Song is also weak, so it is better to indulge in singing and dancing and numb himself with this drunken gold.

This Great Song Dynasty is like a decaying palace, if no one moves, it may be able to stand for a few more decades, and if you are lucky, you may be able to stand for a few hundred more years. If someone wants to repair it, maybe they will move one pillar in exchange for the collapse of the entire palace. How could the King of Song not know this truth?

This young official is unwilling, unwilling to be this Great Song Dynasty, which has been passed down for a long time, so long that history books can fill a room, is so silent and decaying. He wanted to be the sharpest knife in the hands of King Song, cutting off the miscellaneous trees that not only did not support, but were still trying to drag down the palace.

It's just that with his own strength, it is not easy to save the building from collapse.

The young speaker touched the fold in the clothes on his chest, this is the thirteenth letter in the past few days, and the previous twelve letters have been pressed down by the king of Song on the grounds that Taifu is the one who reviewed it.

How could this young speaker not know that this was King Song protecting him, but every time he thought of the old man who was killed alive, the young girl who cried blood and died in front of the steps, the young speaker didn't dare to sleep peacefully, if he didn't care, then how many more tragedies like this Great Song would be?

If he manages, even if he can't get justice for the old man and his young granddaughter, those gentlemen will be somewhat restrained. Maybe there will be fewer tragedies like this.

He'll be able to sleep a little more peacefully.

The wide Chang'an Avenue was empty, it was the end of summer, and the drizzle was like fog wetting the clothes, and sure enough, as the old doorman said, it was really a little cold. The young official wrapped his wet clothes tightly, not because of the cold, but because he was afraid that the rain and fog would wet the fold on his chest.

At this moment, after going to ring the shocking bell, even if he woke up all the civil and military forces in Chang'an City, King Song would not protect him, and he would force Taifu to face this matter.

What he wants is not a result, but a statement, a statement that can warn everyone.

Looking up, there are about two or three thousand more steps, and it will be almost there.

"Isn't it lonely for Childe to walk alone on this Chang'an Avenue so late at night?"

The young Yanguan looked back in amazement, and at some point, about ten steps behind him, followed by a woman in red. The woman was dressed in red, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and a tengu roaring moon hairpin was stuck diagonally in her bun. Seeing him look back, he smiled: "Childe, but you want to ring the shocking bell?"

The young speaker nodded silently.

"The slave family doesn't follow it. The woman in red covered her mouth shyly.

The young speaker's heart instinctively tightened, and he suddenly took a step back.

That sword, like thunder, pierced through the night, and actually cut the water droplets falling in the air in half.

The young man took a step back and saved his own life, but unfortunately the fold hidden in his chest had already been halved and fell to the ground.

"I dodged it, Childe is so ruthless. Before the words fell, the sword hidden in the handle of the umbrella was already the second shot.

If the first sword is only thunder, then the second sword is a thunderstorm. That sword qi crisscrossed the heavens and the earth, permeating the rain. The tip of the sword was split in two, and the two were divided into four. Seal up all the corners where the young speaker might be hiding.

In the distance, the guards of the Shocking Bell had been alarmed, and they rushed here with swords in hand.

It's just that this distant water can't quench the thirst of the near.

By the time the guards arrived, the young speaker had already been chopped to pieces.

The half of the piece is folded, written in blood, the murderer, Tai Fu Leyang is also!