Chapter 252: In a previous life, the snow outside the fan's house has left all the people behind

1) Punishment

The twinkling stars at night become dim under the gradually bright sky in the east.

Autumn is cold and frost is heavy.

The narrow and secluded passage between the two vermilion palace walls held the breath of a group of people, not daring to make any sound. Even if dew condensed on their hair and eyebrows, they didn't even bother to wipe it off.

Xie Wei stood for a long time, with a cold all over his body.

The dim light cast into his deep silent eyes, as if falling into a dark pool, without any ripples.

When Yan Lin came out of the Kunning Palace, although the alcohol aura on his body had not yet dissipated, he had already woken up completely.

Revenge is avenged, and military power is in hand.

The young general, who should have been complacent, now appeared to have a feeling of almost despair and confusion, with his clothes disheveled. As we approached, we could still see a thin bloodstain and scabbed scratch on his cheek.

What exactly did he do last night

Those pleading and shocked eyes, covered in tears, suddenly flashed through my mind.

Yan Lin stumbled a step under his feet.

There wasn't much blood left on his face.

A rebel commander, after plotting a rebellion and placing the former empress under house arrest, walked out of the Kunning Palace disheveled in the early morning before dawn. What it meant was self-evident.

When Xie Wei saw him, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

At this moment, it cannot be said whether there is more disappointment or more anger.

When he approached and stood in front of the misty palace gate, he picked up the long stick from the person next to him and hit him hard on the back!

The force here is extremely heavy.

Yan Lin didn't dodge and almost stumbled, with a faint smell of blood emanating from his throat.

He looked at Xie Wei and said, "Brother..."

Xie Wei couldn't see any emotion on his face and only said, "Kneel down."

Yan Lin clenched her teeth and a hint of stubbornness appeared in her eyes. She blushed and loudly said, "She was the one who betrayed me first! What was wrong with me? Even today, everything is her fault!"

Xie Wei's eyes finally turned cold.

He showed no mercy at all. This time, he hit his leg straight and said sternly, "Kneel down!"

The two faced off on the palace path.

They seem to never give in to each other.

The soldiers standing around dared not look askance, but were secretly shocked by the foreshadowing of this scene.

Over the years, he has supported the downfall of Huangzhou and the bloody border.

My elder brother is like a father.

Yan Lin looked at him for a while and couldn't ignore the panic and confusion when he walked out of that dormitory, as if the person who had done something wrong was not her, but herself. She knelt down.

The body, which has been honed by hardships and battles, is tall and straight, and the face has also shed its green color and become tough under the wind and frost.

Kneeling on the dewy stone slab, it looked like a statue.

However, Xie Wei didn't touch her at all. He just threw his long stick to the ground and said, "After all, she is the queen! She passed on family teachings and the life of a saint, is that why you did these things today? People's words are frightening, and the previous dynasty was unstable. If you really want to kill her, just continue."

Yan Lin has not replied a single word.

Xie Wei only said to the left and right, "Strike. Thirty sticks of military law, let him bear it himself!"

After speaking, he turned around and brushed his sleeves before leaving.

Decades ago, Zhou Yinzhi's head was nailed to the palace gate with long iron nails.

At this point, the blood stains above have not been completely cleaned.

Yan knelt before her long body.

On the left and right sides, they looked at each other. After a moment, someone whispered "General offended" and then raised their hand to execute. For a moment, only the sound of the stick falling could be heard, while the young general clenched his fist without making any sound.

2) Killing intent

The documents were piled high.

Xie Wei didn't turn a page.

When Lv Xian arrived, he saw him holding a bow in his hand, with an arrow drawn full. As he stepped into the door, his slender fingers relaxed and with a "whoosh" sound, the carved feather arrow flew away from the string and shot deeply into a wooden grid on the bookshelf, causing all the books on it to shake and fall.

Others dare not spread rumors and only worry about losing their heads, but Lv Xian is different after all. He has already heard from the people below about Yan Lin's punishment, and seeing Xie Wei like this, he noticed that his mood seemed unhappy.

The words spun around in my heart.

He pondered for a moment before saying, "Everyone can tell the thoughts of the Crown Prince. Although you are the eldest brother, punishing him today will inevitably create cracks."

Xie Wei withdrew his bow and looked at the trembling arrow feather, saying indifferently, "If it weren't for his surname Yan, with this absurdity, I would have killed him today."

3) Memories

Blood washed half of the court, and the name Xie Wei alone is a shadow that hangs over the capital.

There are many things, and people suffer every day.

The fact that Yan Lin was punished in the palace is only known to a few people and has not been spread. He seemed to know it was not right, and he never set foot in Kunning Palace again for decades afterwards.

Unexpectedly, there was a fool named Wei Liang from the previous dynasty who traveled thousands of miles to the capital, claiming that they had committed rebellion and placed the empress under house arrest. He demanded that they release the people and ask the empress to read out Shen Jie's last edict and establish a new crown prince.

Who wouldn't curse Jiang Xuening with the phrase "Beauty is a disaster"?

This former flower scout was clearly exiled to the state capital, but unfortunately, she was loyal and even betrayed her dog named Zhou Yinzhi, who seemed to be loyal and loyal. He leaned on a narrow axis, wanting to argue with the court and the public.

If others scold him, he is not good at words. When his face turns red, he often can only repeat loudly: "Empress is not what you say! She is not a bad person!"

That is truly an incomprehensible stubbornness.

It can even evoke ambiguous suspicions.

Yan Lin was stirred up with jealousy and used wine to drown her sorrows, but wine only reminded people of the past and her. The five organs and six viscera are filled with pain everywhere, burning with love and hatred, and they go to find her.

In a few days, the rumors that were originally only spread in private drifted like a gust of wind throughout the palace.

"Look at her, with a fox like face. If it weren't for her being the first to seduce, a good person like General Yan would be interested in her?"

"Two years ago, I felt that such a person could never be considered worthy of the world of maternal etiquette..."

"No rules!"

"Who doesn't know what kind of uneducated wild girl she used to be, but she was also fortunate enough to be liked and pampered by the Holy Emperor, and to be laughed at by the court and the public for nothing. Unfortunately, people don't have this fate, and having this position can't hold them back. Isn't this unlucky?"

"To me, the childhood sweethearts of the past are just a resurgence of old love."

"She has plenty of means, don't underestimate her."

"Do you know that the commander of the Royal Guards, Zhou Yinzhi, was all confused by her?"

"And Mr. Zhang from the Ministry of Justice..."

"Harmful sperm!"

The words finally reached Xie Wei's ears, and Yan Lin knew what he had done. However, he suddenly remembered a long time ago when the courtiers were all waiting in the side hall for a meeting. Jiang Xuening came out in splendid attire, and when they entered, they looked up and saw that the young emperor's fingers were stained with a bit of pink lipstick. The usually upright Mr. Zhang from the Ministry of Justice spoke much less than before; Not long before the incident, he went out of the palace with Zhang Zhe. Along the way, he met the Empress waiting. After thinking for a moment, he found an excuse to turn back, but the two of them stayed in the path to talk to each other.

Yan Lin is the bloodline of the Marquis's Mansion.

Xie Wei thought that he couldn't do anything more to him.

4) Five Stone Powder

===Kunning Section 311===

After nightfall, the palace attendant lit a lamp.

He has a headache and hasn't slept well for several days.

The agile and clever eunuch quickly ordered someone to bring up the Five Stones Powder and strong liquor to serve him.

Shen Lang died by taking pills.

Five stone powder is not a good thing either.

Xie Wei knows it all.

However, even when he took Wushi Powder, he did not exhibit the same frenzy as when others had a drug attack. Although his whole body was as burning, it was only calm, clear headed, and even able to review memorials and plan as usual.

The most painful thing for a person is clarity.

Crushed cinnabar, inkstone like blood.

He dipped his pen in cinnabar, and when it fell into his eyes, it was as if it had been dipped in blood, sketching on the paper, all of which were heavy and oppressive lives.

The upright characters on top gradually swayed in the light and shadow.

On a quiet night in the deep palace, the lights suddenly burst, and a long and fragrant breath floated in the air.

Xie Wei looked up and saw her walking in.

The goose yellow fairy skirt, straight face, and black hair were adorned with swaying golden steps. As I walked, I trembled. There was a hint of fearful anticipation in my sparkling eyes, while my slightly parted sandalwood lips were covered in the radiance and pity of the light and shadow.

According to the Buddhist scriptures, when all thoughts are entangled and struggling, evil spirits are easily invaded.

Xie Wei looked at her quietly.

She came to him with a food box in hand, and with some caution, gently placed a cup of cooked ginseng soup on the imperial table. Her voice had a gentle and graceful sound that could be squeezed out of the water, but she felt uneasy: "It's late at night and cold in the sky. Thank you, Grand Master Xie, please use it..."

Xie Wei thought, this illusion is really strange.

He glanced at the ginseng soup and sneered softly, "Did the empress also bewitch Zhang Zhe like this?"

On that dazzling face, a hint of confusion flashed before turning pale.

It's like being stabbed by someone.

Her fair hands had not even had time to retract from the porcelain cup filled with soup when they trembled lightly, revealing a sense of helpless guilt and haste.

Such a demeanor easily reminded Xie Wei of the entangled bodies, dripping sweat, and silky seductive expressions he had seen in the field of voice and color, wanting to refuse and welcome.

It can indeed arouse people's unknown desires.

He chuckled suddenly and saw her wrist resting on the table, reaching out to grab it. His scorching fingertips slowly rubbed against the skin that should have had a shallow scar, but now it was almost as white as jade, and his anger gradually grew stronger.

In this dream of spreading the medicine, she seemed extremely afraid of her, as if regretting or unwilling to do so. She wanted to forcefully withdraw her hand, only with a hint of choking, and said to him, "I just remember the past when I was on the same path as the Grand Tutor, and now I am in a desperate situation. I dare not hope for your forgiveness, but I hope to find a corner to settle down. Please, please, please, please..."

The word "Xi" is clearly on the tip of my tongue.

But she couldn't say anything.

Xie Wei pressed down on the finger of her wrist and exerted some force, only to slowly scratch a thin bloodstain on it with his nails.

She cried in pain.

Xie Wei sneered from the bottom of his heart, not knowing whether it was because he felt that the empress came to recommend herself as a recliner, which was too lowly, or because he felt that the word "pity" that she could never express was annoying, so he pulled her to him and said with a half smile, "Madam, you don't know how to respect yourself?"

She is afraid.

I want to struggle.

But he tried his best to control the fear, didn't struggle, just tensed his body and looked at him with open eyes.

According to the Buddhist scriptures, if evil arises, one must not sink or willingly fall, and the clear mind will disperse on its own.

So Xie Wei stood still for a moment, turned his eyes, and picked up the imperial pen that had just rolled onto the table. He dipped it into the crimson cinnabar, then grabbed her and slowly, from the right side of her neck, along her throat, collarbone, a stroke fell diagonally from her fair and smooth skin into her left atrium.

Like a dripping bloodstain.

It seems like a sharp blade has cut her apart, giving her an almost brutal beauty.

Vermilion sand dispels evil spirits.

She looked at him in shock and fear.

Xie Wei detested such an expression.

He harbored malice in his heart, his eyes drooping indifferently, his lips pressed against her ear, his tongue spread out, and he slowly and clearly said, "Get lost."

The evil seems to have finally been scared away by him.

She felt like she had suffered a huge humiliation. When he let go of her, she retreated in embarrassment, forgetting to even take the bowl of ginseng soup she had brought, and fled in despair.

Xie Wei sat back.

He leaned back in his chair, blinked, and saw the restored silence of the West Warm Pavilion. His hand was hanging to the side, and the imperial pen dipped in cinnabar fell to the ground from his loose fingers.

A certain kind of huge emptiness came with it.

Xie Wei closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Even with the help of the combination of Wushi San and benzoin, this feeling seems too shallow.

When I woke up, the fragrance had already gone.

He looked at the pile of tall documents and only then remembered that there were still many things that had not been dealt with. When he reached out to pick up a new pen hanging on the pen rack, he looked up and saw a cup of cold ginseng soup in the corner of the case.

The rotating eunuchs guard outside the palace gate.

After a long time, I suddenly heard someone shouting inside: "Someone."

They were immediately startled and obediently went in to listen.

Xie Wei sat behind the case and asked, "Who was here last night?"

Most people looked at each other and shook their heads in confusion.

Xie Wei slowly closed his eyes and asked, "Who was on duty last night?"

At this moment, a famous eunuch among the crowd immediately knelt down with weak legs and kowtowed to the ground repeatedly. Knowing that he had failed, he cried and begged, "Your Highness, please spare your life. Your Highness, please spare your life! It was the Empress who begged for it. I was momentarily lost in my mind and agreed to her. Your Highness, please spare your life..."

"..."

Xie Wei's fingers, which were hanging low on his side, curled up for a moment, as if there was a dull pain sensation. It was delayed for a long time and passed through his body, making him feel dazed for a moment.

Outside the door, it's already four hours late at night.

5) Outside the door

The palace walls are surrounded by armor and weapons, which have been subjected to brutal attacks.

The colder the winter, the more solemn it becomes.

The number of people in the palace has decreased significantly, and they usually don't go out. If they go out, they dare not look around, so there is no one in the way. Even the Kunning Palace, which used to be bustling, is like a cage for the dead.

Before dawn, Xie Wei stopped outside the palace gate and looked for a long time.

Last night's cinnabar had not yet been wiped clean from between his fingers and palms.

He lowered his gaze, took a step up, and slowly walked into the palace gate.

The eunuchs on both sides all showed a hint of surprise when they saw him, kneeling and bowing their heads towards him.

Xie Wei only waved his hand lightly.

The greeting they were about to leave fell silent, and they didn't even dare to lift their heads a bit, until Xie Wei walked over and didn't dare to get up immediately.

The luxurious palace of the past, although its decoration has not changed, has lost its popularity and added a sense of desolation that has been gilded by the changes in the world.

The window pane of the scenery is inlaid with snow-white window paper.

He walked to the tightly closed palace door, stood for a while, and then raised his hand, unsure if he was going to knock or push open like this.

However, at this moment, there was a faint sound of speaking coming from inside.

It's two women.

Perhaps it was from the beginning, but when he stood outside the door just now, his mind was not there, so he didn't pay attention.

"Empress..."

"Xie Ju'an is just a devil dressed in the skin of a saint. Xiao Shu has died, Zhou Yin has died, and Shen Jie has also died. What can I do? When people are under the eaves, they always have to be hypocritical. Just thinking about it, there's nothing wrong with surrendering to Yan Lin. It's possible that I can still be the empress of the new dynasty."

Her voice lost the panic and unease of last night.

There is only one cold and tranquil feeling.

Even listening to it makes one feel cold.

Xie Wei's hand, which had not yet touched the door, froze for a long time before slowly tightening and falling back down bit by bit.

However, the fierce aura that had already been suppressed in the morning surged up.

He lifted his eyelids, then lifted them without any abnormalities, turned around and left from outside the palace door. Only when his figure completely emerged from the palace gate did the palace behind him dare to stand up from the ground.

The tightly closed palace door has not been opened.

In the deep palace, there are two women whispering.

The President You, who has done business all over the country but is actually a daughter, sighed lightly and said, "There is a reason for everything. If I anticipate it well, Xie Wei will also be very pitiful..."

6) Dagger

Returning to the West Warm Pavilion, Xie Wei remembered the cinnabar on his finger and picked up the handkerchief next to him, wiping it bit by bit.

A eunuch came in and said, "That person has already been dealt with last night."

After a moment of silence, Xie Wei suddenly said, "Go find me a knife."

The eunuch was momentarily stunned.

But he didn't dare to ask any more. He lowered his head and said "yes", then went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to open a search room. However, he didn't know exactly what kind of knife Xie Wei wanted, so he had to take a good knife of different styles and shapes, and even mixed in two daggers before presenting them to him trembling.

Xie Wei's gaze swept over one by one.

Finally, the finger rested on a dagger.

That's really a pretty dagger.

The silver sheath is adorned with round gemstones one after another, resembling a toy.

===Kunning Section 312===

Then pull it apart, and a cold light emanates from the blade.

The thumb lightly touched the abdomen and saw blood, which was extremely sharp.

So he closed it and threw it back into the paint tray.

He said, "Give this dagger to the Empress, take it."

The eunuch came forward and waited for a moment, but before he could say anything else, he woke up and immediately carried the lacquered plate with a dagger down to the Kunning Palace.

7) Forcing to kill

A day has passed, two days

Another month, two months have passed

Nothing happened.

Yan Lin entered and exited the Kunning Palace several times at night, and the criticism in the palace finally spread to the court and the public.

Who can tolerate the empress of the previous dynasty being so fickle?

A snowstorm of admonitions flew over, and many people wanted her to be buried for Shen Jie, in order to uphold the principle of husband and wife living and dying together throughout the world. At the same time, the power of the old dynasty surged, and by virtue of Shen Jie's last edict, they wanted to borrow the son of the royal family selected by Jiang Xuening to the capital and establish him as the heir apparent.

As the late winter approached, Xie Wei still refused to go out and stood by the window covered in black cloth, asking Lv Xian, "How old is that child?"

Lv Xian said, "Seven or eight years old."

Xie Wei said, "I'm still young."

After putting in a lot of effort to rebel, the imperial family was killed and the Xiao family was slaughtered. Who wouldn't think that in the future, either Xie Wei or Yan Lin would ascend to the throne as emperor?

Lv Xian hopes it's Xie Wei.

If it were Yan Lin, it wouldn't matter.

But listening to Xie Wei's tone at this moment, he had a hint of warning in his heart and suddenly asked, "Do you want to make this child the heir?"

Xie Wei did not answer.

There has been no action taken by the old party to support the royal family to come to the capital.

Just before the arrival of winter and spring, news came from outside that the young child had died tragically on the way, by Yan Lin's command.

He called Yan Lin for questioning.

Yan Lin, as if provoked, coldly said, "Thousands of people have been killed. What's the big deal with a child? We have brought down this world. Do we have to support a child who can't write a single word to become an emperor?"

Xie Wei looked at him quietly and said, "Do you want to be the emperor?"

Yan Lin said, "Why can't I think? If that little child becomes the emperor, shouldn't she have to be the empress dowager? How can she be the empress dowager! She should be my empress!"

"Pop!"

Xie Wei looked at him like a scoundrel and finally couldn't help but slap him.

He was hit so hard that he turned his head.

At this moment, the gap a few months ago suddenly became a crack, causing him to tear apart the calm that had originally floated on the surface and say to him, "You have never seen her, and even tolerated the advice of those courtiers, wanting to put her to death! But I like her! If anyone wants to harm her and ask her to be buried, I will kill them all one by one! How dare they even speak a word!"

Xie Wei's face darkened and he said, "Whoever wants to harm her, whoever wants her to be buried, you will kill who, right?"

He suddenly summoned Dao Qin Jian Shu.

Before he could get close to Yan Lin's body, he began to move his hands.

However, two fists were difficult to defeat four hands. It was Yan Lin who was fiercely pressed to the ground. He had already heard the strong winds and rain hidden in his words, and his eyes were about to crack. "What do you want to do?"

Xie Wei picked up the long sword that had fallen on the ground and said, "Then I'll kill it for you."

After finishing speaking, he went out and ordered, "Order the Forbidden Army to surround Kunning."

Then ordered someone to strangle Yan Lin's mouth, tie him up, and push him all the way to the outside of Kunning Palace.

The imperial army's armor was heavy, and as they walked, they made a sound of rectification before surrounding the entire palace. The few remaining palace maids and eunuchs inside screamed and fled in panic.

The forbidden army started and fell with their swords, killing them thoroughly.

Yan Linhong's eyes turned red and she struggled hard, almost pleading as she looked at him.

However, Xie Wei stood firmly outside the palace gate, wielding a sword in his hand. His snow-white Taoist robe was completely devoid of dust, adding a chilling coldness. He said to the inside, "Empress, everyone is dead, you can come out now."

There seems to be a voice inside.

Quiet down again.

After a long time, suddenly a shout came from inside: "Thank you, Lord!"

Xie Wei remained silent.

Her voice, however, calmed down again, like the snow covering the ground, pressing tightly and cold, with a refreshing taste: "You killed the royal family, executed the Xiao family, and destroyed the Heavenly Sect. You are the one who holds power and also holds my life. In theory, I have no right to negotiate with you. I have used many people in my life, but when I calculate carefully, I defeated Yan Lin and Yan Lin also retaliated against me. I used Xiao Dingfei and Zhou Yinzhi, and they also borrowed me to rise to power; I calculated that Shen Jie would also be buried for him now and go to the underworld together. I do not owe them..." "

Yan Lin behind seemed to be sobbing.

Jiang Xuening's voice paused for a moment, and there was already a slight tremble in it: "But there is only one person who lived a pure and upright life. He was strictly governed by laws and regulations, and it was my coercion that led him astray and tarnished his reputation for half his life. He is a good official, and I sincerely hope that Mr. Xie will consider the kindness of Xuening in feeding you blood on his way to Beijing that year, and exchange my life for his life, and let him have a way of life..."

At that moment, Xie Wei was dazed for a moment.

However, as soon as her words fell to the ground, the name floated out of his heart——

Zhang Zhe.

A silent face in the court, a dull and uninteresting person

He silently parted the corners of his lips and sneered sharply.

But Jiang Xuening can't see either.

There seemed to be a blazing fire burning in his heart, but his voice still carried a cold and indifferent tone: "Okay."

At that moment, it seemed to stretch to eternity.

But it's just a blink of an eye.

At first, there was no sound inside the palace gate, and then there was a crisp clang, more pronounced than the sound of a sharp dagger falling from a person's hand to the ground.

Yan Lin felt like she was in a dream, and it took her a long time to realize.

Even Dao Qin Jian Shu was stunned.

His eyes turned red, and he was like a trapped beast. A force that no one could resist erupted in his body. Suddenly, he broke free and stumbled towards the palace, shouting loudly, "Ning Ning, Ning Ning..."

Blood permeated from inside the hall.

The girl who was afraid of pain, afraid of death, and cowardly for a lifetime collapsed quietly in the pool of blood.

The golden hairpin sways and falls to the ground.

Yan Lin rushed in to pick her up, commanding the three armies and attacking the Tatars. However, at this moment, she was panicked and at a loss, crying like she did in her youth, desperate and shouting, "Taiyi, Taiyi! Call Taiyi..."

He was stained with blood all over his hands.

That's helpless.

The sword had fallen to the ground at some point, and Xie Wei stood motionless outside, looking for a long time without taking a step inside.

Jiang Xuening finally died.

8) Green plum

Yan Lin's soul seems to have followed her.

To cease the spirit of Kunning, the courtiers either dare not, or disdain, and do not come to worship.

Only he sits in front of the coffin drinking all day long.

Drunk, he repented with her; Occasionally, I became clear headed and complained repeatedly, hating and blaming her as if she was still in the world

I don't know who suddenly mentioned that Mr. Zhang from the Ministry of Justice had written a criminal edict for himself. It was a long page, and the three departments were reviewing many courtiers, but not a single one could bear it.

So he suddenly went crazy.

Carrying his sword, he was about to go to the Ministry of Justice's prison and kill Zhang Zhe.

When someone came to report, Xie Wei remembered that there was indeed another Zhang Zhe who had been imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice for a long time.

Yanlin was naturally stopped by someone.

After thinking for a moment, he only said, "A few days ago, I copied my house. Take the sword from the Jiang Mansion and give it to him."

That must have been something from a long time ago. Jiang Boyou was dismissed, and the Jiang family raided the house, only then did they find it from the dusty warehouse.

The sword box was opened, and inside it was surprisingly new.

It is a finely crafted sword.

The sword box is also engraved with congratulatory messages for a person's birthday, each stroke a bit clumsy, but the carving is very deep, still lasting for years.

The person who went to deliver the sword returned and said, General Yan looked at the sword and never took a sip of wine again. He just sat in front of Kunning Palace all night.

Xie Wei is too lazy to take care of him.

Just when I was reading at night, I saw a page of "Shuowen" with the word "jealous" written on it, followed by the explanation: harm.

He threw the book into the brazier.

The next morning, as the snow melted, he remembered Zhang Zhe, who had set the punishment for his execution in autumn, and went to the prison of the Ministry of Justice.

Just speaking, it turned out that Ning Er had passed away.

Later, it was added that your empress had passed away.

At that moment, Xie Wei only felt an inexplicable irony, as if someone was looking at him like a joke in the dark void.

What else did he say? He didn't remember.

Coming out of the prison of the Ministry of Justice, when he was about to leave, he saw a person standing outside the door, arguing incessantly with the guards.

Wearing an official uniform.

Just looking at the unfamiliar face, holding a late blooming green plum in his hand, the blue petals blooming on the withered branch, as if it were a different species in the palace.

Xie Wei thought for a moment before realizing, "Is it Wei Liang?"

Dao Qin stood beside him and said, "Yes."

Xie Wei said, "What is he doing here?"

===Kunning Section 313===

Jianshu walked forward and soon returned, whispering, "It seems that Empress Dowager had instructed her to fold a plum and give it to Lord Zhang during her lifetime."

Xie Wei remained silent for a long time and said, "Let him go."

Sword Book moves forward again.

Those talents released Wei Liang.

Wei Liang also saw Xie Wei from a distance, but his expression was quite displeased. Not only did he not come forward, but he did not even show any gratitude and walked straight towards the prison.

Xie Weili stood in place.

The person from Weiliang disappeared for a moment.

Dao Qin Jian Shu thought they were about to leave.

However, at that moment, his eyes were cold and he didn't even know that he had touched the reverse scale. He said, "Go catch him, don't give me that plum!"

This is clearly a deep and violent aura.

Recently, Dao Qin and Jian Shu couldn't touch his joy and anger, so they had to catch Wei Liang who had already been in the prison. They also brought back the blue plum he had just brought in and presented it to Xie Wei.

Xie Wei's slender fingers grabbed it and watched for a moment before throwing it to the ground and slowly crushing it.

9) Disjointed meaning

When I returned, the street market seemed to have forgotten that a major disaster had just occurred a few months ago, and gradually regained its liveliness.

There are also displaced people begging along the streets.

A barefoot beggar was fighting and blocking the way ahead.

Xie Wei sat in the carriage without asking.

Jianshu then said, "A few little beggars are fighting, we have already persuaded them to stop."

Xie Wei lifted a corner of the car curtain to look.

The little beggar saw blood on his head and cried heavily, but his eyes widened wide. He looked fiercely at the adult he had fought with before, gritted his teeth and remained silent.

A wolf like gaze.

With a lively vitality.

There is also a strong sense of unwillingness, unwillingness, and refusal to submit

He suddenly said, "Bring him over."

Daoqin led the person to the front of the car.

That little beggar doesn't know much, let alone who he is.

Xie Wei asked, "How old are you?"

The little beggar wiped the blood off his head and said, "Seven years old."

Xie Wei asked again, "Do you have a name?"

The little beggar said, "No."

Xie Wei slowly lowered the car curtain and said to Jian Shu, "Take him back."

But it's not going to the palace.

But go to Xie Mansion.

However, when Xie Wei walked into the wall reading hall, a figure had already stood in front of the empty wall.

It's Yanlin.

The dark and powerful attire made him look extremely upright.

Just hearing footsteps and turning around, my eyes were filled with silent ashes, accompanied by a sharp mockery.

A delicate dagger set with gemstones was thrown out of his sleeve and landed on the table.

Yan Lin asked him, "Did you have someone give her a knife?"

Xie Wei did not deny, "So?"

In that moment, Yan Lin almost unleashed a fiery killing heart, and his sword was pulled out from his waist, and it was placed on his neck!

He can hardly imagine what this person has done!

In the Kunning Palace, he never dared to leave anything sharp, even the golden hairpin had its tip sharpened.

But this person sent a dagger in!

The sword edge pressed against his neck, bleeding out.

Yan Lin gritted her teeth and questioned, "How dare you, how dare you do such a thing! What hindrance does she have to live in this world? She hasn't harmed you, what right do you have to force her to die!"

Xie Wei said, "How did you know that when I gave her a knife, she wanted to commit suicide?"

Yan Lin was stunned.

Xie Wei looked at him with calm eyes, clearly gentle and calm, but it made people feel a kind of madness hidden in a subtle way, even making them shiver all over: "If it's a knife, anyone can kill it."

He thinks he's crazy.

Xie Wei smiled and said, "Unfortunately, she's a coward. She doesn't dare to kill you, she only dares to point her sword at herself! Such a person, even if she dies 110000, why bother?"

This is his older brother.

It's also a gentleman he has known for nearly ten years and worked with for five years!

He handed a knife to Jiang Xuening, and originally wanted her to kill him!

At this moment, Yan Lin only felt a great absurdity and almost wanted to kill him with one sword!

However, Yan Mu's dying instructions finally surfaced.

The sword blade turned and finally passed by his side, splitting into two halves on the bookshelf: "From then on, we have such a case. I have never seen you clearly, you are a crazy person!"

Yan is about to leave.

Xie Wei seems indifferent.

10) The world

The little beggar was taken down by the knife, qin, sword, and book, washed thoroughly, and the wound on his head was also bandaged. He put on new clothes that fit him well, but felt a bit uneasy and cramped.

Looking at people with one eye also carries a strong sense of vigilance.

As if he could abandon all of this at any time and run for his life.

Xie Wei asked him, "Do you want to be the emperor?"

The child probably knew his identity and was a bit afraid, but also had an indescribable desire. He was straightforward and straightforward, and answered without any concealment, "I want to!"

Xie Wei burst out laughing.

He led him up to the tall city tower.

The child asked, "Do I need a name?"

Xie Wei said, "In the future, you can start for yourself."

The child said, "Can you call anything you want?"

Xie Wei said, "Whatever you want to call, call it."

The dusk is dim, the withered grass is not yet green, and the wilderness outside the city extends all the way to the horizon.

Xie Wei stood tall.

The child tugged at the corner of his clothes and stood beside him, also looking down.

Xie Wei asked, "What did you see?"

The child said, "The bare land."

Xie Wei said, "It's the world."

He became happy and said, "If I become emperor, then the world will be mine!"

Xie Wei shook his head and said, "No, it's not yours."

That child is confused.

Xie Wei raised his hand and pointed downwards, "Look at this river and mountain, stretching for thousands of miles and not to the end, but there is no one in the world who truly masters it. You are the Nine or Five Heavenly Sovereigns, and you can only make millions of people crawl under your feet, but you cannot change the color of this world for you. Even the millions of people kneeling under your feet are never lower than you. You are a beggar and can be an emperor. If one day you are not worthy, there will always be someone among these millions of people who will stand up and even fight to death to pull you off the dragon chair. For the foolish world, let's talk about them." The truth that may not be understood in one's lifetime

What is the truth behind that?

Many years later, the emperor, who had become a generation of wise rulers, would occasionally wake up from nightmares and recall the mysterious words left by that mysterious person.

But at this moment, he forgot to ask further questions.

But when he returned, he was extremely happy and said, "In the future, if I have someone I like, I can appoint her as the empress, and if I like someone, I can also appoint them as concubines."

Xie Wei remained silent.

He looked at him in confusion and said, "Don't you have anyone you like, sir?"

Xie Wei's Adam's apple surged for a moment, as if he had suppressed something, but in the end, he still didn't say anything.

Later Xianjun would occasionally recall this scene, but still feel like he was in the mist: such an expression, is there really no one he likes? Perhaps there has always been someone extremely special who has left a deep mark on him.

11) Snow is gone

In the last few days, Xie Wei did not live in the palace or in the Xie Mansion.

He lives in Baita Temple.

The abbot practices in the nearby mountains.

On the day before spring arrived, Xie Wei went up the mountain to visit.

Spring comes late in the mountains, and as we climb higher, it gets colder. Surprisingly, snow drifts in front of the thatched cottage.

Forgetful Abbot is brewing tea.

He sat down and drank a few cups, looked at the snow in front of the courtyard, and covered a small water jar under the eaves.

The Abbot of Forgetting Dust said, "Sometimes it's better not to see through things in the world. In the world, living one's life, many people just pass through mediocrity."

Xie Wei said, "What's the point of that?"

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Abbot Forgetting Dust let out a soft sigh and chanted the Buddhist name, "Why are you suffering so much?"

After sitting for a long time, Xie Wei lifted his eyes and said, "I'm tired."

No one spoke next.

After drinking this cup of tea, he bid farewell.

As he was about to leave, he saw the jar of snow under the eaves again, so he asked for it from Abbot Forget Dust and took it down the mountain.

Abbot Forgetting Dust said, "Snow will melt when it falls from the mountain."

Xie Wei did not answer.

At the foot of the mountain, he placed the jar on the incense table in the Chaoyin Pavilion, and the snow inside had already begun to melt.

The scriptures of the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism were all piled up by him under the pavilion.

Ignite a fire and burn it clean.

I owe my life, I have to repay it.

Xie Wei sat cross legged in front of the incense table, watching the jar of snow slowly melt, waiting for the scriptures to gradually burn out. Jin Buyao, who couldn't wipe away the blood stains, was placed in the center, with a clean handkerchief beside him.

He lowered his gaze and removed the knife from his wrist.

The thin blade refracted a bright ray of sky light, reflecting in his eyes, but did not startle half an inch of dust around him.

In the afternoon, the little monk in charge of burning incense for the forest of stone tablets came in. In the forest of stone tablets at the Three Hundred Children's Tombs, a stone tablet with a given name was carved out, but at some point, a new pit was dug.

In front of the Chaoyin Pavilion, I saw a lot of blood winding down the stairs from above.

The snow-white Taoist robe turned half red.

A thin edged short knife on the incense table, after use, was wiped clean and placed side by side with the golden step.

There is no snow in the jar, only half of the water is left.

This man, who once shrouded in a shadow over the new dynasty, passed away in a strange and peaceful manner on such a spring approaching and snowy afternoon, leaving no trace of the world behind.