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It was accompanied by a new set of official uniforms and holy decrees, but the person who announced the decree was Xu Maoshan, the commander of Jinyi Weidu, and of course, Cao Zhuo, the brother of Tianyinke, and Lin Shihao, as well as Wang Cheng and Chen Long.

Tianyinke didn't know what happened in the past five days, but he was promoted to Jinyi Wei Qianhu, this difference is too big, I once heard Cao Zhuo say that it is impossible to rise from 100 households to 1000 households without one or twenty years, or it will be promoted to 1000 households if he has made miraculous achievements.

Token (Thousand Households): A symbol of Jinyiwei's status, increasing his health by 4000 points.

In other words, after wearing this token, the health of the Sky Hermit will rise to 8000 points, which is more durable.

Xu Maoshan led the way with Tianyinke, Cao Zhuo and others just walked out of the gate of the Nine Cities Soldiers and Horses, but was stopped.

From the Nine Cities Terracotta Division, a person ran out, Miao Dafang.

Nodding at Cao Zhuo, Miao Dafang walked up to the Tianyinke, took out a red invitation card and handed it to the Tianyinke and said, "The Governor of the Nine Cities Soldiers and Horses has an invitation, please be sure to arrive." After speaking, Miao Dafang turned around and went back to the Yamen of the Nine Cities Soldiers and Horses.

The hermit opened the invitation, and Cao Zhuo approached to see what was written on it.

Tonight, a banquet will be held in the house, and Jinyi Wei will be invited to gather in the mansion of the Marquis of Zhongguo. Signature: Yan Yushu.

"Brother Cao, this person's name is so delicate, do you know who it is?"

Cao Zhuo smiled faintly and said: "The Yan family is full of loyalty, who in the capital doesn't know?" More than 30 generations have served the court loyally, but unfortunately only one son died, it is this Yan Yushu, everyone calls it the little marquis, and recently there is news that the emperor wants to appoint him as the secretary of the military department, but I wonder why he wants to invite you. ”

"Is there any way someone wants to frame me?" Tianyinke's face was expressionless, and he threw the invitation to Wang Cheng.

It's hard to say about this Cao Zhuo himself, after all, he is a human being, not a god, and he can't be a prophet.

Seeing that no one answered, Tianyin Ke continued: "I'll go to Wanhualou first, and I'll go with you in the evening." It seems that he has been immune to being framed, but in the past five days, Tianyinke has always been uneasy in his heart, always feeling that something is wrong, and the first time he came out was naturally to go to see Fuxue, and he was very worried about her safety.

Suddenly hearing that the hermit was going to Wanhualou, Lin Shihao, Wang Cheng, and Chen Long looked at Cao Zhuo with shocked faces, but Cao Zhuo glared at the three of them with fierce eyes, and then trotted to follow the hermit in the sky, and said to Xu Maoshan, who seemed to be preoccupied in front of him: "Lord Xu, let Wang Cheng and them send you back to the mansion, Tianqianhu and I still have things to do." ”

Xu Maoshan looked back at the two of them and said, "Don't make any trouble." ”

Cao Zhuo suddenly felt that Xu Maoshan was missing a sharp spirit, looking like an old dragon clock, it seemed that it was time for him to return to his hometown.

The hermit walking on the road was in a heavy mood, and the more he looked forward and took a step, the closer he got to Wanhualou, his mood would be uneasy, and he said indifferently: "Brother Cao, if something happens to your brother and daughter-in-law, will you protect her?" ”

Along the way, Cao Zhuo also found that the footsteps of the hermit were very heavy, and he didn't seem to want to go to Wanhualou, as if his heart was reminding him not to face it, and after hearing the question of the hermit, he replied with a serious face: "If my brother is not by her side, I will protect her even if I fight for this life, but if it is heinous, then the brother will personally arrest her, and no one else will be allowed to interfere, so as to keep her intact and wait for my brother to come back." ”

After hearing Cao Zhuo's reply, the Sky Hermit showed the only smile in the past few days, because Cao Zhuo had clearly told himself that he would protect Blowing Snow no matter what.

After seeing that the hermit began to speak, Cao Zhuo said in a deep voice: "Blowing snow is no longer Wanhualou, do you still want to go?" ”

Suddenly, like a thunderbolt, the hermit stood in place and did not move, but his heart was trembling with coldness, and he looked back at Cao Zhuo with great difficulty: "Big brother, you ...... You...... You just ...... It's not ......"

Looking at the strange appearance of the hermit, Cao Zhuo took a step back, his pupils dilated, and he was more sure of his thoughts, it turned out that blowing snow could really restrain the hermit's madness.

At this time, a faint blood-red smoke emanated from all over the Sky Hermit's body, his face became more and more dull, and his eyes were gradually losing their brilliance, and gradually began to dim.

Cao Zhuo took a step forward and put his hand on the shoulder of Tianyinke and said: "What the eldest brother has said, he will definitely do it, I have to believe in me as the eldest brother." ”

Suddenly, the blood-red smoke vanished without a trace, as if it had never happened.

And the Tianyin Ke only felt that he had suddenly lost his mind just now, and nervously grabbed Cao Zhuo's one-arm and asked, "Where did the blowing snow go?" Where did she go? I'm going to find her, tell me! ”

She ...... She...... I have already left the capital. ”

The hermit turned around and looked dejected, and muttered to himself as he walked towards Wanhualou: "It's okay to leave, it's okay to leave......

Cao Zhuo clenched his fists and gurgled, why did things happen to him like this?

On the day that Tianyinke was interrogated, the capital issued a second-level wanted warrant and offered a reward of 300,000 yuan to hunt down the murderer who killed the military department Shangshu and the burning of the Weiguo Mansion, "Wind Blowing Snow", and the case of burning the Wanggong Mansion came to an end.

There are not many people who know the secret secret, and Xu Maoshan and Cao Zhuo are the initiators, for the sake of brothers, and for the sake of the capital not to have another crazy Feng Aoxue; At that time, Feng Aoxue was still rational, but if it was a hermit, it would be a killing machine that would never die, and I don't know how many innocent people would die under him.

Wanhualou has reopened, and Fuyuki has handed over Wanhualou to a woman named Yanhong to take care of it.

Seeing the hermit approaching, many women in Wanhualou naturally knew each other, and they all avoided the hermit, and some had to run upstairs to the room.

Sure enough, I couldn't feel the blowing snow, and I couldn't hear any of my heart, and the blowing snow was really gone.

The hermit walked upstairs to the snow-blowing room.

Yan Hong naturally saw the purpose of the hermit, and said, "My lord, Sister Blowing Xue's room has been reserved for her, and nothing has been touched. ”

But the hermit didn't hear her, and walked into the room where the snow was blowing.

Cao Zhuo stood at the door of Wanhualou with an angry face.

"Yo, isn't this Tongzhi-sama? How to stand outside the door? Come in and sit inside, or my guests will be scared away by you." Yan Hong heard the people below say that there was a fierce brocade guard standing at the door, so she came out to take a look.

The door of Blowing Snow's room was suddenly opened, and the Heavenly Hermit suddenly woke up and shouted: "Blowing Snow." ”

"Hehe, how can I have such a good figure as a snow girl."

What came in was Song Qian, who was full of wine and the smell of rouge, with a pompous body and a harp in his arms.

The Heavenly Hermit sat back with a decadent look in disappointment, ignoring Song Qian.

Looking at the expression of the hermit, Song Qian was a little stunned, as if he saw himself.

Exactly the same expression, but because of different things, Song Qian also sat silently on the side and did not speak.

I am because I lost my martial arts, but the other party is because I lost my favorite, there are quite similarities, and I should really be white, but unfortunately it is not the time to drink.

After a long time, Song Qian pushed the harp he brought to the Tianyin guest, and said: "This is when the Snow Blowing Girl was leaving, she asked me to hand it over to you with my own hands, she said that as long as you can still play, she can hear it, whether she is by your side or not, you have to be happy, live well, and maybe there will be a chance to meet." ”

Tianyinke kept his head down, stretched out his hand to take the harp and hugged it, his body seemed to be sobbing, Song Qian got up and left with interest when he saw this.

Drop after drop of clear tears fell on the harp, and the hermit actually cried.

For a virtual non-existent data, he cried, he remembered not crying for a long time, he hadn't cried since he was sensible, no matter how hard it was, he wouldn't cry easily, but ......

Seeing Cao Zhuo, Song Qian opened his mouth and said, "Let him stay in it alone, nothing will happen." ”

So, the two of them stood at the door, each with their own thoughts.

"Do you drink?" Song Qian asked.

Before Cao Zhuo could answer, the four girls of spring, summer, autumn and winter had already sent the wine, and it turned out to be two large altars.

Cao Zhuo rarely smiled and said, "It seems that you can drink quite well." ”

"Each other, each other."

The two of them said nothing more, and each lifted a jar and poured it into his mouth, as if he had drunk himself with wine.

A garden somewhere in the capital.

The woman who Fuyuki called her sister roared at Brother Childe: "I told you to kill him, why didn't you do it?" Okay now? Are you happy with the result? ”

"Sister, do you think I didn't send someone to kill him? Twenty of the more than fifty death row inmates were my dead soldiers, and all of them were killed in prison, and I don't want to blow Sister Xue to have anything to do. Brother Gongzi also shed two lines of tears.

The woman's face showed a look of consternation, and for a moment she seemed to understand, and said with a smile: "No one should be underestimated, otherwise it will pay a heavy price, and I will rearrange a new plan." ”

"I'm going to bring the Heavenly Hermit over."

The woman looked at him and didn't speak.

Brother Gongzi continued: "His martial arts are not weak, more than fifty prisoners plus two jailers, except for the jailer and one of the prisoners who were scared to death, the others were all killed by one blow, and should have died under the knife. ”

"Do you have faith?"

"Not before, but Sister Fuyuki pushed him to us, and we have the same goal, so we have to make good use of him and remove all obstacles for us." Brother Gongzi's eyes showed a fierce light, which was completely incompatible with his luxurious outfit.

"You can do it." The woman nodded.

Suddenly, a melodious sound of the piano sounded.

Cao Zhuo and Song Qian couldn't help but put down the wine jar and looked at the sound of the piano coming from the blowing snow room.

The same euphemistic and poignant sound of the piano also attracted all the people in Wanhualou.

The faint sound of the piano, which seemed to be happy and mixed with sadness, plucked everyone's heartstrings.

Yan Hong's eyes were rosy: "What a contradictory piano sound, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, why is there such a piano sound?" I've never heard of it. ”

The entire Wanhualou, whether they were drinking or having fun, all stopped, quietly listening to the sound of happiness and desolation brought by the sound of the heavenly sound.

No one knew that the tears of the hermit fell on the harp that blew snow, and there was a font that appeared.

Putting the harp on the table, the hermit gently plucked the strings, although his heart was sad, but after seeing those words, it was as sweet as honey.