People gathered around the palace, standing in the wind and snow, intending to watch.
After all, everyone saw the two gentlemen from Xuanxuyuan heading towards the imperial city in the wind and snow.
This kind of thing is naturally one of the most exciting things in the world.
The two gentlemen seemed to be carrying something covered with cloth, and they didn't know what was inside, and headed towards the palace gate.
Some people think it is a huge amount of money, while others think it is a letter of challenge.
After all, it is entrusted in the hand, so it cannot be a human being.
There were people waiting in front of the palace gate, but when they saw only two gentlemen from the courtyard coming, they were still stunned.
His Majesty's attendant looked at the two of them strangely.
"What does it mean?"
The gentleman in the courtyard said with great sincerity: "This is the Han Chan that Your Majesty wants to see."
The waiter was silent for a long time, then stepped forward, raised his hand and lifted up the red cloth on the exquisite tray, then put it down again, and said sincerely: "Sir, please don't embarrass me."
If he really brings the Han cicada on this plate to the Emperor, who seems to have been dead for who knows how long.
Probably he won't have to live anymore.
After all, today's imperial concubine is no longer the one who could only say good things to the imperial concubine in the beginning.
The gentlemen in the courtyard are equally sincere.
"We have different positions, sorry."
The waiter thought that you have a choice, but I have no choice.
"I need to report back to the king before I can give you an answer."
The attendant said in a deep voice, turned around and walked towards the depths of the palace on the palace road, and then the guards on both sides closed the palace door again.
The story at the palace gate was calm and did not contain the humiliating and angry scenes that the world wanted to see.
If His Majesty were here, perhaps something like this would indeed happen.
But His Majesty is not here, he is just a close servant, so naturally he will not choose to go to war with Xuansheyuan.
People stood far away in the wind and snow with some disappointment.
But the two academy gentlemen hadn't left yet, still standing there quietly holding plates.
People continued to wait patiently.
After a long time, the palace door was opened again.
The man from before appeared at the door again, looked at the two gentlemen in Xuansheyuan, and said with a strange expression: "The king accepted this chilling cicada, but..."
The gentleman from the academy narrowed his eyes and said, "Just what?"
The attendant looked up at the people watching in the wind and snow, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, please invite Han Chan again."
It's still snowing all over the city.
Even those who were watching instantly felt the solemn feeling overflowing in the wind and snow.
The two gentlemen from Xuanxuyuan frowned, but didn't say anything. They handed the plates in their hands to the waiters, then turned around and left in the snow.
The meaning of a first invitation is naturally different from that of a second invitation.
Especially when facing such a humiliation, the one in the palace still made the decision to invite him again.
This is something no one expected.
They thought that His Majesty the Emperor would be furious and ask someone to overturn the plate.
This will actually make people feel much more relaxed.
The emotions on the surface are naturally not enough to be feared.
And when he is calm and indifferent, it becomes a trend.
Han Chan watched quietly from under the street eaves behind the crowd.
Liu Sanyue also stood aside with a smile.
"Now the pressure of public opinion in the world has returned to senior brother."
Han Chan stood there calmly.
"It's not on me, but on Xuansheyuan. They can't find another Han Chan to send over."
Although this is not impossible, sending Han Chan to Han Chan for the first time is ironic.
The second time I sent Han Cicada, I was at my wits end.
Liu Sanyue said nothing more.
Han Chan watched for a while, and the movement at the palace gate gradually calmed down as Mr. Academy left.
People were either silent, or talking solemnly, and dispersed in twos and threes.
Han Chan also turned around and headed towards Xuansheyuan.
After walking for a while, I found that Liu Sanyue had not followed, but was still standing under the eaves, quietly looking at the world.
Probably also noticing Han Chan's gaze looking back, this ugly and independent Taoist in the wind and snow said softly: "I'm in the audience, senior brother."
That's naturally the case.
If there are people on stage, there will naturally be people off stage.
There has to be someone watching the show, even if it's just one person, for those big plays to be meaningful.
Liu Sanyue also had her own stage, and Hanchan was a theatergoer at that time.
It's just that now he has a different identity.
Han Chan tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "That's true."
Liu Sanyue naturally had no reason to get involved in entering the fake capital.
He has always been involved in the affairs of the goddess.
Han Chan left the long street outside the palace, where Liu Sanyue stood alone for a long time, and then walked along the long street.
After walking not far, he raised his head and looked into the depths of the Snow Palace.
First he frowned, then relaxed, and left calmly without saying anything.
...
The entrance to the Snow Wind Hall.
Lan Li quietly looked at the plate held by the attendant in front of him. On the plate was a dead cicada. However, probably because of the heavy snow in the world, it did not become very ugly, and it still retained its original appearance. , like a small green and black fruit.
Lanli reached out and pinched the cicada, placed it in his palm and looked at it carefully.
"I have endured this humiliation, what next?"
Lan Li's voice was full of suppressed anger.
Lord Ling Yin stood aside and said calmly: "The world has seen it."
"So what if I saw it?"
Lan Li turned to look at Ling Yin with a frown.
Ling Yin said slowly: "No matter how noisy the wind is, it is still just wind after all. The king humiliates his ministers to death, and the people are angry because of the king's humiliation. At least, in the current world, you, the king, are the master of this world. When the world sees the king, you are the master of this world. If you endure it like this, your heart will naturally not be at peace. To use the people's hearts is nothing more than to make them feel emotional. Regardless of whether they are sad or happy, as long as they have emotions, the hearts of the people will be more inclined to the king. "
Lanli's brows relaxed a little and he put the cold cicada back on the plate.
"How about inviting Han Chan again?"
Ling Yin turned to look at the world, and the voice in the wind and snow was extremely cold.
"If the king is humiliated and invites you again, if Xuanxuyuan does not accept it, he will be criticized by the world and lose the hearts of the people. Your Majesty, you must understand that not all people in the world have a firm stand. Among ten thousand people, only two People who oppose each other, and most of them, are just blank watchers. Wherever the wind blows, they will look."
That's why those people who were watching the joke at first, when they heard the news from the palace, even their smiles disappeared. The atmosphere was mute and their expressions were solemn.
A king of the people, a king of the people.
The two are always mutual.
At this point, Lan Li couldn't help but have some awe-inspiring emotions in his heart.
He turned his head and looked deeply at Ling Yin beside him.
"Ai Qing was really just Lord Fengchang who was responsible for the rituals and sacrifices to the gods?"
It is an extremely rare thing in the world for the ruler and his ministers to be unfamiliar with each other.
Ling Yin raised his hand and saluted respectfully, and said softly: "This was given by the late emperor himself. Your Majesty must have been watching it back then."
Fengchang was the head of the Nine Divisions, so he naturally needed to be appointed by the emperor.
Lanli smiled and said, "My beloved, you should understand that this is not what I mean."
Ling Yin said slowly: "When you offer sacrifices to the gods, you are observing the human world, Your Majesty."
Lanli stood in front of the steps of Fengxue Hall, looking at the world calmly.
Although the meeting hall is not a high-rise palace in the human world, it is still higher than an ordinary place. Even though the palace walls are deep and the wind and snow are majestic, you can still overlook the human world from a distance.
After a long time, Lanli said slowly: "So what will Xuansheyuan do?"
Ling Yin shook his head and said softly: "The academy is also an unusual place, but I don't know it."
It is precisely because of ignorance that the calm response to changes is extremely shocking.
"But no matter what, Xuanxuyuan is looking for reasons to enter the capital. As long as the king doesn't give them a suitable reason, they can only remain silent in the wind and snow outside the capital."
Ling Yin analyzed it calmly.
"The goddess looks down at the world, and everyone in the world is looking at Kyoto. The more you do now, the more you need to keep calm. They are rebellious officials and traitors, and you, the king, are the king appointed by God."
After listening to these words, Lan Li looked at the tall buildings in the palace with wind and snow.
He hasn't been to that building for a long time.
"The divinely appointed king?" Lanli chuckled softly. "Maybe so."
"I heard that Han Chan is a cultivator of the Great Dao of Liuyun Sword Sect in the north, which makes Lord Yin feel that if he really ignores the so-called popular sentiment in the world, forces his way into the palace, and stands in front of Gu with a sword, do you think Lord Goddess , will you really protect the orphan?"
Ling Yin said softly: "So I have ordered people to bring those Nanchu witches left by Shuhe into the palace and hide them in the palace."
The three thousand swordsmen and axe-hands may be chopped into pieces by Han Cicada.
But there are three thousand Southern Chu witches.
It was enough to make Han Chan die in the palace.
Lan Li looked at Feng Xue with squinted eyes and said, "Very good."
...
Ling Yin left the palace and walked in the wind and snow without any sense of existence.
Huang Liang Jiu Si has naturally been unknown to the world for a long time, but the lower level Jing Zhaoyin has become a frequent visitor in the eyes of the world.
Therefore, even though he was wearing the robe of an ancient Chu Ling Yin, no one recognized that this was their former Lord Feng Chang.
Lord Fengchang is naturally not a mysterious person.
Just a person with no sense of existence.
Under the rule of Dafeng, rituals and sacrifices to gods have become a mere futility. Naturally, no one cares who Lord Fengchang is.
But today, there was someone waiting for him there.
He is an ugly person.
Lord Ling Yin also saw such a person when he was wandering around the holiday capital last year.
It's just obvious that the temperament of the person then and the person now are completely different.
In the fake capital, only Emperor Pei and Jing Zhaoyin knew something about Liu Sanyue's incident, so Lord Yin naturally didn't know who this person was.
A lonely old man in the wind and snow, if you meet such a person, you should always be cautious.
Lord Ling Yin stopped and stood there frowning at Liu Sanyue, wondering what this unknown and infamous man was doing here.
"Who are you?"
Liu Sanyue said it bluntly.
"Liu Sanyue."
Ling Yin Changlao's pupils suddenly shrank.
"Secretary of the Huaidu Military Department, Liu Sanyue? So it's you?"
Liu Sanyue smiled softly and said, "Of course, yes, but that was something in the past."
Ling Yin can naturally see that it happened in the past.
Who is Liu Sanyue?
A proud man from the northern Taoist sect with extraordinary appearance and fluttering Taoist robes.
Rather than the appearance that dogs are disgusted with seeing now.
"I am nothing more than a prisoner of the goddess now."
Liu Sanyue was very calm.
But Ling Yin obviously couldn't calm down. A minister from the Ministry of War in Huaidu appeared in Huangliang, and he was also related to the goddess. No one knew whether there were huge variables behind this.
Liu Sanyue could naturally tell what Ling Yin was thinking about in the silence in the wind and snow, and said calmly: "Lord Ling Yin, there is nothing to worry about. The matter between me and the goddess is not a human matter."
Ling Yin still frowned, looked at Liu Sanyue and said, "So what are you waiting for me here for?"
Liu Sanyue looked at the palace behind Ling Yin, which was covered by the wind and snow, and said slowly: "Are those people who are witches and ghosts ordered to enter the palace by your Majesty's orders?"
Ling Yin looked at Liu Sanyue deeply for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "How do you know?"
Liu Sanyue smiled slightly and said, "I just happened to see something."
Just like Liu Chunfeng said at the beginning.
The power of Dao Yun and Wugui Styx are extremely mutually exclusive.
Although Liu Sanyue's divine sea still hadn't revived, he could still detect the traces of the vague power of witches and ghosts in the wind and snow.
Ling Yin stood there with a frown on his face.
However, Liu Sanyue seemed to have come specifically to ask this question. After asking, he said nothing more. As if he was afraid of the cold, he shrank his hands and walked past Ling Yin.
"My lord is really good at it."
The praise from the Minister of War in Huaidu in the far north was obviously rare.
It's just that Master Yin can't be happy no matter what.
Because Liu Sanyue's appearance was too strange.
Not only the Huai'an people, but also the Huangliang people thought that the minister of war in Huaidu had already died in Daze.
Perhaps to reassure Master Ling Yin, Liu Sanyue's voice came again.
"Don't worry, sir. I'm just a passerby and a theatergoer. What happens on stage has nothing to do with me."
Liu Sanyue stopped there and looked back at Lord Ling Yin's back with a deep look.
"I just find it interesting."
...
When Han Chan returned to the Xuanshu Courtyard, two young boys were warming themselves by the fire in the Sword Courtyard.
Practicing the art of sword movement is naturally extremely boring.
So when Mr. Qi was not there, the two young boys secretly returned to the door of the small room, took out the stove, and lay down comfortably.
Hearing footsteps at this time, he was startled. A carp stood up and lay down again when he saw it was Han Cicada.
"Brother Cicada, you are back."
Zhao Gaoxing said weakly there.
Since they gradually got to know each other, Zhao was happy that they no longer called him Brother Han, Brother Cicada, Brother Cicada, or Tengger.
Han Chan was also a little depressed.
After all, accompanying the emperor and rebelling against the general's army is naturally not a happy thing.
Just seeing the two young boys being lazy, they seemed to have some lazy thoughts, so they walked over, squeezed Zhao Gaoxing's legs apart, and sat close to the stove, hugging his knees.
Jing Jing on the side looked at the sadness between Han Chan's brows and asked.
"Brother Cicada, aren't you going to be His Majesty? Why don't you seem very happy?"
After Han Chan knelt down on the Snowy Street, he made a decision that went against his ancestors.
Ning Jing and Zhao Gaoxing naturally knew.
Probably too excited, the two young boys couldn't calm down to look at the stones, so they just sat around the stove and thought about it.
Zhao Gaoxing had even thought about it, because he was very familiar with Brother Chan, so he finally went through the back door to become the general of Zhenbei Gaoxing, and then he wasted no time on human life and preyed on the common people. In the end, the people under his jurisdiction rebelled, and he was hanged for thousands of years. They were cut into pieces and their bodies were fed to the dogs.
After all, he knew in his heart that a young man like himself would probably be nothing more than a cannon fodder in troubled times, and could only dream of going through the back door to enjoy himself.
It is not illegal for a teenager to have random thoughts.
Needless to say, Zhao Gaoxing's three views are quite upright. Although he thinks that he is despising people's lives, he also knows that if he does this, he will be chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs.
Hanchan naturally didn't know what weird things the two teenagers had thought about.
I wanted to talk to the two young boys about what happened at the palace gate, but then I thought about it.
Talk to them about it.
The mentality of a young man is probably like this - Brother Cicada, don't be afraid, just rush in and chop that dog Bing Di into pieces with one knife, we will support you.
Sure enough, before Han Chan even said anything, Zhao Gaoxing was already clinging to his shoulder.
"Did that dog companion have some dirty tricks? Brother Chan, don't be afraid..."
Han Chan helplessly covered her ears.
Ning Jing didn't talk nonsense like Zhao Gaoxing. He glanced at Han Chan's frown, then pulled Zhao Gaoxing aside and said, "I'm happy, please let Brother Chan be quiet for a while."
Zhao Gaoxing frowned, realizing something was wrong, and then turned to look at Jing Jing.
"No, isn't that what you asked first?"
"..."
Tranquility sincerely admitted her mistake.
"I was wrong, I shouldn't have asked."
Han Chan just waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay."
The two teenagers stayed aside quietly, letting Han Chan warm himself by the fire and be quiet for a while.
Although such a thing is exactly what it is, Fang Zhiqiu and the others will naturally consider it seriously.
It's just that it has become a fire that has been lifted up.
Hanchan naturally cannot stay out of the matter.
Therefore, I was also carefully sorting out the context of these things.
It's just that Han Chan is just a killer of Liuyun Sword Sect after all, and he can't know everything.
Fang Zhiqiu couldn't take care of the target of his assassination sincerely like Han Chan did.
Industry specializing in surgery.
The sword courtyard was quiet for a long time, and the two teenagers were probably infected by the solemn atmosphere. Zhao Gaoxing was no longer happy. He hugged his sword, sat by the fire, looked at the wind and snow outside the courtyard, and sighed.
"It's thirteen today."
Today is indeed the thirteenth day of the first lunar month in the thousand and fourth year of Dafeng Calendar.
The year is almost over.
But the snowstorm shows no signs of stopping yet.
Ning Jing was also a little confused. Although the two were just junior high school students, they seemed to regard themselves as part of the academy.
"If the people in the courtyard win over the people in the palace, what will happen to the goddess?"
This is more than quiet confusion.
It’s also everyone’s confusion.
So Liu Chunfeng and the others were just talking about raising fire from the beginning to the end.
Rather than starting a prairie fire.
Hanchan turned back, looked at the two young boys sitting inside, and said softly: "Take your time."
Lifting fire naturally makes sense.
For example, these two teenagers also began to have a sense of mission.
Maybe trivial.
But no fire breaks out suddenly.
