In the same month, under the same starry sky, the temperature in Shenjing City, the northwestern part of Great Xia, is undoubtedly much lower than that of Gwangju Metropolitan City in the middle, especially when the heavy snow has just stopped for seven consecutive days.

The people of northern Bactria know that after the snow stops, the temperature is at its lowest.

In the middle of the night, the silver-white moonlight shone on the largest city in the vast land of Shenzhou, which was full of white, and there was a strong sense of poignancy, because this white was not only the white covered by heavy snow, but also the mourning of the old queen mother.

Tonight is the first seven after the death of the old queen mother, and Shenjing City, as the foot of the Son of Heaven, has the deepest feelings for the old queen mother, and at the same time the mourning atmosphere is also the most intense, so the entire streets and alleys of Shenjing City, every door has lit a guide candle, exuding a faint light.

Between the flashes of light, the phantom of the Dao Dao flashed away, and after the phantom flashed, it was a full two breaths, and the wind followed by howled, making the candle flames on both sides keep flickering.

On the night of the ninth day of the first month of the ninetieth year of the Great Xia calendar, Shenjing City entered the first-level combat readiness again after fifteen years, and in the hall on the first floor of the Sitian Tower, one by one the supervisors raised the power of the mountains and seas to the limit, so that every corner of the entire Xiongcheng could be seen at a glance, and even the barking of a local dog in the alley would attract the attention of the supervisors.

In the middle of Shenjing City, Zizhu Lane Rite Department Shangshu Youfu, You Tingjian opened his eyes from the bed, took a deep breath, and only then did he wake up from his sleep with wave after wave of inexplicable palpitations, and his entire chest seemed to be blocked by a boulder, making it difficult to breathe.

Then You Tingjian slowly exhaled the inhaled air, turned to look at the deep wife sleeping next to him, with a hint of pampering in his eyes, the middle-aged beauty who fell asleep next to him seemed to have a sweet dream, and there was still a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, although she was no longer as beautiful and moving as when she was young, but the smile she showed at this time was still so charming.

The faint moonlight came from the window, and You Tingjian looked at his wife Xu beside him, before carefully lifting the quilt and getting up, and came to the table in the room to sit down, and then he lifted the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and then took a sip gently.

The cold water in his mouth made You Tingjian's originally somewhat dazed head suddenly clear a lot, and then he raised his head, staring at the moonlight that was shining into the ground, contemplating and thinking.

"Ninety years of the Great Xia calendar, what an eventful autumn!"

A soft self-talk came from the mouth of the Ministry of Rites, and then he no longer hesitated, got up and came to the door, took off a large coat and put it on, gently pushed the door open, and walked out.

The cold wind from the northwest hit people, and it hurt to blow on the face, You Tingjian lifted the hood of Da Yu, covered his entire head, stepped on the snow and moonlight, and slowly walked towards the west of the mansion.

You Tingjian, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, was born poor, his parents died at an early age, and he didn't even have a few relatives, and he only had one wife and one daughter, so most of the houses in the entire Great You Mansion were idle, so the situation was somewhat similar to the White Emperor Palace.

The west house of the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Rites was originally a place for the subordinates to live, but there were few people in the Youfu, and in order to make it easier to take care of them, almost all the subordinates also moved to the north where the main house was located, so the west mansion was idle and few people stepped in.

In the dead of night, only the north wind howled.

The snow-capped trees on both sides of the road left mottled shadows under the moonlight, like ghosts with teeth and claws, but You Tingjian's elegant face remained unchanged, and his steps forward were as steady as usual.

As the saying goes, charm is born from the heart, and the most you Tingjian has read in his life is the book of sages, and he is the head of the Ministry of Rites, in charge of the entire master of ceremonies in Daxia.

After half a pillar of incense, You Tingjian's figure wearing a big coat appeared outside the West Mansion, and without hesitation, he pushed the door directly and stepped in.

There are many rooms in the west house, the terrain is complicated, You Tingjian shuttles around, and then comes to a room, and pushes the door again, only this time, a figure appeared in front of him, half-black and half-white hair, rickety body, emaciated face, it is the young Yin of Gyeonggi Province.

Yama Wenbai!

Originally on the top of Wanjian Mountain in Gwangju Metropolitan City, Shan Wenbai, who was cut into powder by the Qinglian Sword Qi, appeared again in the Ministry of Rites Shangshu Youfu at this time!

You Tingjian stood at the door and did not step in, just stared at Shan Wenbai who was sitting in front of him, and the mercury-like moonlight spilled into the house from behind the former, Shan Wenbai raised his originally low head, and the seven orifices on his face were covered with black blood, and they continued to drip downward, penetrating incomparably.

This is the backlash after the death of the last person in the mirror!

"You're not coming in?"

Shan Wenbai looked at You Tingjian, who was standing outside the threshold, and there was hoarseness in the voice that came out of his mouth, and then You Tingjian nodded and responded:

"The Tao is different, not conspiring with each other, this time, I have repaid the original kindness. ”

The threshold in front of You Tingjian was a moat between different paths for the two of them, and then You Tingjian looked at Shan Wenbai, whose breath was extremely weak, and opened his mouth to continue to speak:

"I know, I have You Tingjian today, all thanks to you, and without you, I am still just a little guy who cares about the library, maybe I will never be able to go out of the land of Yizhou in this life, let alone come to this Shenjing City. ”

"That's not necessarily, how can the golden scales be a thing in the pool, a dragon in the face of wind and clouds, people like you, I funded a total of thousands of people back then, but only you, shine in the great court test, all the way to the top, and finally become the head of the Ministry of Rites, a very human minister, this is your ability. ”

"I knew that it was impossible for God to drop the pie for no reason, and what was easily obtained had to be returned. ”

On You Tingjian's elegant and handsome face, there was a deep helplessness, he was indeed extremely handsome when he was young, which was an advantage in itself, and then Shan Wenbai, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, was silent for a few breaths, and continued to speak and asked lightly:

"When did you doubt me?"

"When you knocked on the side and came to check with me the style of the imperial decree of the Great Xia Imperial Court, I vaguely felt that something was wrong, because this is a dynasty secret, and you should not touch it. ”

After You Tingjian finished speaking, he took a deep breath, and then looked at Shan Wenbai's blood-filled eyes, and increased his volume and said:

"Especially in a few days, the news of the death of Marquis Zhen Yu came, and the most important thing is that he returned to Beijing from Yulong Pass without authorization!"

After finishing speaking, You Tingjian raised his hand and slammed his fist on the doorpost beside him, making a muffled sound and roaring:

"Say, is there any connection to this?"