The silence in the lawn was full of solemnity, and His Royal Highness the Prince, who had been laughing and laughing with people before, stood in the corner of the courtyard, covered in shadows, and did not even notice that he was there.

The wild weeds wrapped around the rusty weapons displayed in the side hall, like a patient wailing in pain, and like Li Hongtang standing on the side at this time.

"You got it?" Unlike the previous warmth, a flat, even cold voice came from the corner.

"Do you want it?" Li Hongtang clenched the corner of his clothes.

He didn't seem to pay attention to Li Hongtang's words, and changed the topic with a smile: "Do you miss the pastoral commander?"

Without waiting for him to speak, he said to himself, "We'll see you soon." ”

The pastoral commander was naturally a shepherd, the hearty man who had lost his arms, and he fell into the wildflowers of Fengyi Road.

...

Prince Zongzheng laboriously moved his fat body and walked out of the back room, raised his hands and waved: "Tang'er, hurry up! We have to go to the dust washing banquet prepared by Chengxu for you, hahahaha I haven't tasted it for a long time, ouch, that taste must be very beautiful!"

After Li Hongtang wiped the tears on his face, he turned around and hurriedly walked to hug his father, the father and daughter talked about interesting things on the grassland, and walked out of the door all the way, Hongtang smiled like a flower.

After stepping into the threshold, Li Chengxu, who had been waiting by the carriage, greeted him, his smile was as good as the spring breeze, his words and deeds always gave people the most comfortable impression, and the green jade crown on his head was like a phoenix combing its wings on the branches.

......

Imperial Prison, a prison directly under the control of the Beizhen Fusi, where the people imprisoned are all convicted by Emperor Tang himself. Of course, this sentence was not said thoroughly, and if you come in, you don't want to go out again.

The North Division is in charge of punishment, and the South Division is in charge of detection. The rules have not changed for many years, and the road in front of the north and south divisions is like the palace road of the king of Hades, and it also looks sluggish in the bustling and congested Chang'an, and a few fallen leaves are blowing on the ground.

However, no one knew that in the two yamen who seemed to be sitting opposite each other in Yuansheng Lane, there were no two pacification envoys who were hidden from the government and the opposition, and the offices of the two adults were in the edict prison in the west of the city...

"Snort"

A soft sound, it should be too quiet in the room, so the sound is very clear.

A withered hand lowered a tome and landed gently in the brazier, the wrinkled corners slowly curled up more and more as they were engulfed in flames.

Under the light of the fire, a face full of wrinkles and old age spots gradually appeared in the darkness, the old man opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes eased for a moment, and only then did he regain some clarity, he looked at a dark corner in front of him, and got up tremblingly.

"You people in Nansi are becoming more and more useless, and this little thing is not easy to do. ”

There was no response in the dark, the old man seemed to have already known, and it could be said that he was familiar with this way of dialogue, and continued without hesitation: "Huangfu Xuan is not of great use, and you Nansi will send a few more people to follow." ”

After speaking, the old man tilted his head and looked at the corner, his eyes seemed very close, even with a little smile.

Slowly packed up the remaining files, dusted off the dust that had been spilled on his clothes, and walked out.

"I'll go first. ”

From beginning to end, there was only the voice of an old man in this room. Time passed with difficulty and stubbornness, and I don't know how long it took before an inaudible "um" sound came from inside the house.

...

The old man pushed open the door and walked out, the inside and outside were obviously two different worlds, and the silence in the room set off the noise at this time, or the tragic hoarseness.

Walking slowly along the corridor illuminated by the dim candlelight, countless hands poured out of the iron cages on both sides of the road, mixed with crazy howls and hoarse cries. The old man turned a deaf ear, and just walked forward step by step, still holding the file in his arms steadily.

He's really old, and he hates getting old, so he likes to stay in the dark, so he can't see how he gets old, but even if he is blindfolded, time is still moving, so he starts trying to kill anyone who can see him getting old.

The old man reached the end of the corridor, and he lifted the file up so that it would not fall. The door of the wall slowly parted to both sides, and behind the wall was a group of people dressed in ink robes, each with a sheath embroidered with patterns at their waists, which was very beautiful.

They fell to their knees like a tide under the slowly parting wall door.

The forehead touched the ground, which was the most solemn gift of Datang.

In order to prove their loyalty, in order to bow down to the old man.

The old man walked up to a wooden chair in front of them, a wooden chair carved from a whole pear tree, or a seat carved into a pear tree, with the trunk still standing straight above their heads, and if it were not for the end of summer, there might be new shoots.

The old man sat up very casually, as he pleased, because he was the envoy of Beisi Town, Nalan Rongruo.

......

On the huge school field, several teenagers were running back and forth, rolling, climbing, and digging stone piers. Nanbei hugged his arms and watched the excitement, looking at the three of them who were tired like dead dogs, Yun Zhao seemed to be fished out of the water, and he couldn't breathe.

The summer sun is always too hot, and these days he has always complained about the tanned Qianqin, who is now paralyzed on the hot ground without regard to his image, spreading his limbs in a large shape, and his white clothes are covered with ash.

After a few people took a breath, Yu Wentai shouted aggrievedly: "Whoever came up with the ghost idea, if you practice like this, you won't be able to save your life." ”

Yun Zhao laughed twice, pointed to the broken stone pier not far away, and said confidently: "Practice like this, one day you will be able to refine the body and rush the pulse, Lao Tzu will do great things in the future, the kind that will stand up to the sky!"

Yu Wentai stuck out his tongue when he heard this, and muttered: "Lao Tzu opened the eight veins and can practice and still toss with you, ouch... Look at my delicate calves. ”

These days are like hitting the bell at dusk, the thunder of the watchtower falling to the ground, provoked the military town to almost mutiny, you say that this bastard refining body is okay, his mother doesn't let people eat and sleep well, especially every time he goes out of the camp, the ground is full of blood and panic, and it is the same as the military town and the slaughterhouse.

It's easy to say, I finally persuaded Yun Zhao to fall from the building, and the price paid was that several people trained with Yun Zhao together, for several days, at first there were some good things The military and the men watched, but as the season became hotter and hotter, and gradually there were only a few teenagers left.

...

"Come on, try again!" Yun Zhao straightened up and said to Qianqin, who was still lying on the ground.

The latter wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, nodded, and stood up.

"Ready. With that, he drew his sword, which never left his body.

The already slender eyes condensed, as if they had really become the wings of a goose with their wings spread, their legs were staggered, the arch of their feet suddenly exerted force, and the hand holding the sword pointed at Yun Zhao's three places in front of him like lightning, and a brilliant blood flower exploded between the touch of the tip of the sword.

The three straight stabs were extremely clean and neat, including the swiftness when the sheath was closed, and there was only a wonderful turbulence left in the air, like a breath that disturbed the rhythm of the surroundings, even the most strict imperial academy teaching would be applauded, it was really a very beautiful Yuntai Sanluo.

The three blood flowers fell slowly, and after a muffled snort, they trembled violently and their calves held Yun Zhao's body, and they did not fall out as usual.

Nanbei on the side came with wound medicine and bandage rolls, and bandaged them very familiarly, looking at the proficiency of the technique, I am afraid that there has been no less practice these days.

Looking at Yun Zhao's pale and bloodless face, as well as his still trembling body, Qianqin couldn't bear to say: "The watchtower is not jumping, which one are you going to be swordsmanship all day long?"

"Hey, hey, hey... Isn't this a taste of the source qi? Yun Zhao, who forced out a smile, was soon pulled by the wound and gasped.

Qianqin shook his head helplessly, and turned to see General Zhao and several cultivators who were walking here, and he was stunned.

Yu Wentai swept away his gaze and said happily: "It's finally time, stay up to the end!"

A fallen leaf fell quietly from the branches, swirling over the heads of several teenagers.