The sound of the blizzard, which swept through the northwest of Great Xia and occurred once in ten years, stopped abruptly at midnight, quite abruptly, as if several snows were compressed into one, coming and stopping more urgently.

The morning light was faint, and a layer of light mist was shrouded in the sky over the entire Shenjing City, and then the winter that poked out a little bit of the head, slightly emitted some light in the sky, through the fog, sprinkled in a piece of silver light in the Shenjing City, and the entire first male city of Great Summer gradually woke up in a rooster crow.

But last night, there were too many people in Shenjing City who stayed up all night.

In the eastern suburbs of Shenjing, near the Dao Palace, in a small courtyard, a shadow, draped in a cotton coat, sat under the eaves, hugging his knees and looking at the wall of the courtyard in front of him in a daze.

The girl watched it all night, and this night, she saw the north wind that came with the blizzard, blew down the fallen leaves of the pomegranate tree in the courtyard, and also startled a few jackdaws on the tree, and the snow stopped in the middle of the night like a full moon on a millstone, but the lamp in the courtyard next door did not turn on again, and the man did not come back, and perhaps never again.

The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened.

The door of the inner room on the side opened, and it was still an elegant middle-aged man who had not taken off his purple robe, walked out of it, looked at his daughter in front of him with red eyes and had not slept all night, his eyes flashed with pity, and then he walked in gently, sat down slowly by the girl's side, and also looked at the wall in front of him, and fell into silence.

"Dad, did you think he would come back?"

There was a hint of choking in the girl's words, and the voice of inquiry was imperceptible.

"Daddy doesn't know. ”

The deep and mellow voice of Chu Zhengyang, the master of the Dao Palace, sounded.

"I know that Dad, you are almost transparent, direct to the hearts of the people, and you are a great monk of the Dao Palace, so there are very few things in this world that Dad, you don't know, but he will not come back, even I know. ”

The purple-robed middle-aged man raised his hand and touched the girl's head, which slowly emitted a purple vitality light, dispelling the cold of winter, and then said:

"But Dad can't see through him, the rest of the teenagers in this world, as long as you say that you want, Dad can tie him up, but he can't, Dad can't do it. ”

"I know that he does not belong to anyone, he belongs to the people of the world. ”

The girl's voice was lonely, and pearls kept falling from within her big eyes.

The purple-robed middle-aged man stretched out his hand to gently wipe away his tears for his daughter, looked at the latter's eyes, and said solemnly:

"Hey, girl, you have to understand that what you deliberately ask for is often not found, and under the avenue, everything comes and goes, and there is his time. ”

"But Dad, just frowned, but in my heart, I have nothing to do, I can't forget it. ”

The girl howled and cried completely, and tears welled up like a spring.

Despite the heavy snow yesterday, the officials of the Gyeonggi Prefecture in Daxia had already arranged miscellaneous labor, and the snow on the road had been cleared before dawn, so the Qiong Pulp Hall located in Qinglongmen, Shenjing City, was still full of people, and the people near Qinglongmen had already unconsciously developed a habit of having a bowl of soup noodles at breakfast, which could ensure that the body was warm and energetic all day long.

A young figure with a backpack stopped in front of the gate of the Qiong Jelly Pavilion, the young man raised his head, his pupils rose and shrunk to look upward, and after hesitating for a moment, he did not enter, but turned into the crowd moving forward, waiting for the city gate to be lowered at the city gate.

After half a pillar of incense, the green dragon gate was put down, and the young shadow stepped out of the city, walking towards the distance step by step, the wide and majestic city gate behind it was no different from when he first came, and he had become different.

The boy did not look back, because perhaps he would not be willing to leave.

In an inn in Shenjing City, a letter was gently placed on the round table, and then the letter was gently picked up by a white and slender hand, and the rouge girl opened the envelope, raised her eyes, and then sighed softly.

At the same time, the gloomy Zhenyu Marquis Mansion, the entire mansion had been hung with strips of cloth, completely immersed in extreme grief.

Qing Niantong opened his eyes on it, one hand slightly propped up his body, and the other hand pulled up the quilt, covering the infinite light under the quilt, but the edge was empty, and the person was long gone.

She turned her head to see that there was also a letter on the round table in the house belonging to Lin Xiao, the eldest prince of Zhenyu Hou.

When the sky was white, the lights of each mansion in the two most noble alleys of Shenjing City, Zizhu and Willow Leaves, were lit up almost at the same time, and then the door of the mansion opened, and a dignitary walked out of the door silently and stepped into the carriage that had already stopped at the door.

Then the two long dragons set off together, lined up and drove out of the alley, gathered in one place, formed a big dragon, and then slowly drove outside the White Emperor Palace, on the white jade avenue that had been repaired overnight, and drove into the noon gate, if you pay attention, you will find that the route it travels is exactly the same as when the empty emperor entered the palace.

The Air Emperor was stopped by the Imperial City Guards in front of the Emperor, and the carriage in this long line was also stopped at this position, and a figure in official uniform walked down from the carriage, and then walked towards the Emperor with the rising sun.

Originally, these civil and military officials of Great Xia would spontaneously gather into two pieces and greet each other, but now the situation is different, no one said anything on the long road leading to the emperor, everyone bowed their heads and said nothing, looking at the steps like waves under their feet, their faces were solemn and solemn.

The staircase outside the Imperial Pole seemed to be infinitely lengthened, and the passage of time slowed down a little.

The civil and military officials from the majestic and solemn, the heavenly majesty) on both sides of the emperor's pole, penny and military two columns penetrated, and in the big one, standing with their heads down.

The Golden Phoenix Emperor and the black-winged Xuanniao, the two behemoths, were still soaring above the Emperor's Pole, crying, and crossing extremely mysterious trajectories, with a faint power emanating and the void fluctuating.

Under the Phoenix Emperor and the Xuanniao, the throne symbolizing the Lord of Great Xia was still vacant at this time, and the shadow that originally belonged to the Empress Wu did not appear on it, which made the standing officials glance at it, and then immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at it again, in awe in their hearts, holding their backs and waiting.

Finally, the unique voice belonging to the old eunuch resounded throughout the emperor.

"Kneel, welcome!"

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty all knelt on the ground and bowed down.

A steady sound of footsteps slowly came from behind the Emperor's Pole, at first soft, then gradually becoming clearer and clearer.

The footsteps came at almost the same interval, indicating that the feet of the people who came were very steady, but the sound of this clear and steady footsteps, each sound, seemed to step on the hearts of the people who knelt on the ground in Ouchi, making them tremble and tremble unconsciously.

One step at a time, one by one.