Chapter 192
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The sound of the once-in-a-decade Blizzard across the northwest of summer suddenly stopped at midnight, quite abrupt, as if the amount of snow for several days was compressed into one day. It was urgent to come and stop more quickly.
In the early morning, there is still a light fog over the whole Shenjing City, and then a little bit of head in the winter day, slightly emits some light in the sky, through the fog, sprinkle on a piece of silver wrapped in the divine capital city, the whole summer's first male city in a chicken crow, gradually awakened.
But last night, too many people stayed up all night.
In the eastern suburb of Shenjing, near Daogong, there is a beautiful figure in a small courtyard, dressed in a cotton padded jacket, sitting under the eaves, kneeling at the fence of the courtyard in front of him, stunned.
The girl watched for a night. This night, she saw the north wind coming with the heavy snow, blowing down the fallen leaves of pomegranate trees in the courtyard, and startled several jackdaws on the trees. After the snow stopped, the midnight was like the full moon of a millstone, but the lamp in the yard next door did not light up again, and the man did not come back again, perhaps never to come back.
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and scatter, and the cold crows are frightened again.
When the door of the inner room opened, he was still a refined middle-aged man in purple robes. He walked out of the room and looked at his daughter, whose eyes were red and had not slept all night. His eyes flashed with love. Then he walked in gently and sat down beside the girl. He also looked at the wall in front of him and fell into silence.
"Dad, do you think he will come back?"
There was a trace of choking in the girl's words, and the voice of inquiry was imperceptible.
"I don't know."
The deep and mellow voice of Chu Zhengyang, the master of Daogong zongzong, sounded.
"I know that dad is a great monk of Daogong. You are almost transparent and direct to people's heart. So there are very few things in the world that you don't know about Dad, but he will not come back, even I know."
The middle-aged man in purple robe raised his hand and touched the girl's head. His body slowly radiated purple vitality, dispelling the cold in winter, and then he said:
"but Dad can't see through him. The rest of the teenagers in the world can be tied by him as long as he says you want, but he can't, and dad can't do it."
"I know who he doesn't belong to. He belongs to the world."
The girl's voice is lonely, and the pearls fall from her big eyes.
The middle-aged man in purple robe gently wiped away tears for her daughter, looked at the latter's eyes, and solemnly said:
"ah, girl, you should understand that what you seek for is often not found. Under the road, everything comes and goes with his time."
"But Dad, just eyebrows, but heart, I have nothing to do, I can't forget ah."
Yan Yan's girl howled and wept.
Although it was snowing heavily yesterday, officials of the capital city government had already arranged various duties. Before dawn, the snow on the road had been cleaned up. Therefore, the Qiongjiang Museum in qinglongmen, the capital city, was still full of people. People around qinglongmen had unconsciously formed a habit of having a bowl of hot soup noodles at breakfast, which could guarantee a whole day My body is warm and energetic.
A young figure with a backpack on his back stops in front of the gate of Qiongjiang Museum. The young man looks up with his eyes up. After hesitating for a moment, he doesn't enter. Instead, he turns to join the crowd and waits for the gate to drop at the gate.
After half a column of incense, the green dragon gate was put down, and the young figure stepped out of the city and walked towards the distance step by step. The wide and towering gate behind him was no different from that when he first arrived, but he had become different.
The youth did not turn back, because maybe he would never leave.
In an inn in the capital city, a letter was gently placed on the round table. Then the letter was gently picked up by a long white hand. The rouge girl opened the envelope, looked up, and then sighed.
At the same time, the whole mansion of Zhenyu Marquis, which was gloomy and gloomy, had been hung with strips of plain cloth, completely immersed in extreme grief.
Qing Niantong opens her eyes on the bed, one hand slightly props up her body, the other hand pulls up the quilt, covering the infinite spring light of the extreme temptation under the quilt, but there is nothing around, and the person is no longer there.
She turned her head and saw that there was also a letter on the round table in the house of Lin Xiao, the eldest son of Zhenyu Hou.
When the sky appeared white, the lights of the two most respectable alleys, Zizhu and LiuYe, were on almost at the same time. Then the door of the mansion opened. A dignitary walked out of the door in silence and stepped into the carriage that had been stopped at the door.
then the two as like as two peas, the Dragon started together, and they lined up to pull out of the alley, gathered in one place, formed a big dragon, then slowly drove outside the White Emperor's Palace on the white jade road that had been repaired overnight, and entered the Meridian Gate. If they were careful, they would find their route of travel, exactly like the emperor's entry into the palace.
The empty emperor was stopped by the imperial city guards in front of Huangji hall, and the carriage in the long dragon was also stopped at this position. A figure in official uniform stepped down from the carriage, and then walked to Huangji hall with the rising sun.Originally, these civil and military officials would spontaneously gather together to exchange greetings and talk with each other. However, today's situation is different. There is no one speaking on the long road leading to Huangji hall. All of them look down at the undulating steps under their feet, and their faces are solemn and solemn.
The steps outside the Imperial Palace seem to have been infinitely elongated, and the passage of time has slowed down a little.
From the majestic and majestic Huangji hall, both sides of the Imperial Palace, the civil and military officials filed into the hall and stood with their heads down.
The Golden Phoenix emperor and the black four winged Xuanniao, two huge things, still hover above the Huangji hall, crowing, crossing a very mysterious track, light power distributed, empty intermittent fluctuations.
Under the Phoenix emperor and the Xuanniao, the position symbolizing the Lord of the great summer was still hanging in the air. The figure originally belonging to Empress Wu did not appear on it. After a glance, the standing officials immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to look again. They were awed and held their wait.
Finally, the unique voice of the old eunuch resounded through the imperial palace.
"Kneel down, welcome!"
All the civil and military personnel of the Manchu Dynasty all knelt down and bowed down.
A steady footstep came slowly from the emperor Ji hall. It was light at first, and then it became more and more clear.
The interval of footsteps was almost the same, which showed that the feet of the visitors were very stable. However, each sound of the clear and steady steps was like stepping on the hearts of people kneeling in the hall, which made them tremble and tremble unconsciously.
Step by step, one sound, one body shake.
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The sound of the once-in-a-decade Blizzard across the northwest of summer suddenly stopped at midnight, quite abrupt, as if the amount of snow for several days was compressed into one day. It was urgent to come and stop more quickly.
In the early morning, there is still a light fog over the whole Shenjing City, and then a little bit of head in the winter day, slightly emits some light in the sky, through the fog, sprinkle on a piece of silver wrapped in the divine capital city, the whole summer's first male city in a chicken crow, gradually awakened.
But last night, too many people stayed up all night.
In the eastern suburb of Shenjing, near Daogong, there is a beautiful figure in a small courtyard, dressed in a cotton padded jacket, sitting under the eaves, kneeling at the fence of the courtyard in front of him, stunned.
The girl watched for a night. This night, she saw the north wind coming with the heavy snow, blowing down the fallen leaves of pomegranate trees in the courtyard, and startled several jackdaws on the trees. After the snow stopped, the midnight was like the full moon of a millstone, but the lamp in the yard next door did not light up again, and the man did not come back again, perhaps never to come back.
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and scatter, and the cold crows are frightened again.
When the door of the inner room opened, he was still a refined middle-aged man in purple robes. He walked out of the room and looked at his daughter, whose eyes were red and had not slept all night. His eyes flashed with love. Then he walked in gently and sat down beside the girl. He also looked at the wall in front of him and fell into silence.
"Dad, do you think he will come back?"
There was a trace of choking in the girl's words, and the voice of inquiry was imperceptible.
"I don't know."
The deep and mellow voice of Chu Zhengyang, the master of Daogong zongzong, sounded.
"I know that dad is a great monk of Daogong. You are almost transparent and direct to people's heart. So there are very few things in the world that you don't know about Dad, but he will not come back, even I know."
The middle-aged man in purple robe raised his hand and touched the girl's head. His body slowly radiated purple vitality, dispelling the cold in winter, and then he said:
"but Dad can't see through him. The rest of the teenagers in the world can be tied by him as long as he says you want, but he can't, and dad can't do it."
"I know who he doesn't belong to. He belongs to the world."
The girl's voice is lonely, and the pearls fall from her big eyes.
The middle-aged man in purple robe gently wiped away tears for her daughter, looked at the latter's eyes, and solemnly said:
"ah, girl, you should understand that what you seek for is often not found. Under the road, everything comes and goes with his time."
"But Dad, just eyebrows, but heart, I have nothing to do, I can't forget ah."
Yan Yan's girl howled and wept.
Although it was snowing heavily yesterday, officials of the capital city government had already arranged various duties. Before dawn, the snow on the road had been cleaned up. Therefore, the Qiongjiang Museum in qinglongmen, the capital city, was still full of people. People around qinglongmen had unconsciously formed a habit of having a bowl of hot soup noodles at breakfast, which could guarantee a whole day My body is warm and energetic.
A young figure with a backpack on his back stops in front of the gate of Qiongjiang Museum. The young man looks up with his eyes up. After hesitating for a moment, he doesn't enter. Instead, he turns to join the crowd and waits for the gate to drop at the gate.
After half a column of incense, the green dragon gate was put down, and the young figure stepped out of the city and walked towards the distance step by step. The wide and towering gate behind him was no different from that when he first arrived, but he had become different.
The youth did not turn back, because maybe he would never leave.
In an inn in the capital city, a letter was gently placed on the round table. Then the letter was gently picked up by a long white hand. The rouge girl opened the envelope, looked up, and then sighed.
At the same time, the whole mansion of Zhenyu Marquis, which was gloomy and gloomy, had been hung with strips of plain cloth, completely immersed in extreme grief.
Qing Niantong opens her eyes on the bed, one hand slightly props up her body, the other hand pulls up the quilt, covering the infinite spring light of the extreme temptation under the quilt, but there is nothing around, and the person is no longer there.
She turned her head and saw that there was also a letter on the round table in the house of Lin Xiao, the eldest son of Zhenyu Hou.
When the sky appeared white, the lights of the two most respectable alleys, Zizhu and LiuYe, were on almost at the same time. Then the door of the mansion opened. A dignitary walked out of the door in silence and stepped into the carriage that had been stopped at the door.
then the two as like as two peas, the Dragon started together, and they lined up to pull out of the alley, gathered in one place, formed a big dragon, then slowly drove outside the White Emperor's Palace on the white jade road that had been repaired overnight, and entered the Meridian Gate. If they were careful, they would find their route of travel, exactly like the emperor's entry into the palace.
The empty emperor was stopped by the imperial city guards in front of Huangji hall, and the carriage in the long dragon was also stopped at this position. A figure in official uniform stepped down from the carriage, and then walked to Huangji hall with the rising sun.Originally, these civil and military officials would spontaneously gather together to exchange greetings and talk with each other. However, today's situation is different. There is no one speaking on the long road leading to Huangji hall. All of them look down at the undulating steps under their feet, and their faces are solemn and solemn.
The steps outside the Imperial Palace seem to have been infinitely elongated, and the passage of time has slowed down a little.
From the majestic and majestic Huangji hall, both sides of the Imperial Palace, the civil and military officials filed into the hall and stood with their heads down.
The Golden Phoenix emperor and the black four winged Xuanniao, two huge things, still hover above the Huangji hall, crowing, crossing a very mysterious track, light power distributed, empty intermittent fluctuations.
Under the Phoenix emperor and the Xuanniao, the position symbolizing the Lord of the great summer was still hanging in the air. The figure originally belonging to Empress Wu did not appear on it. After a glance, the standing officials immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to look again. They were awed and held their wait.
Finally, the unique voice of the old eunuch resounded through the imperial palace.
"Kneel down, welcome!"
All the civil and military personnel of the Manchu Dynasty all knelt down and bowed down.
A steady footstep came slowly from the emperor Ji hall. It was light at first, and then it became more and more clear.
The interval of footsteps was almost the same, which showed that the feet of the visitors were very stable. However, each sound of the clear and steady steps was like stepping on the hearts of people kneeling in the hall, which made them tremble and tremble unconsciously.
Step by step, one sound, one body shake.
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The sound of the once-in-a-decade Blizzard across the northwest of summer suddenly stopped at midnight, quite abrupt, as if the amount of snow for several days was compressed into one day. It was urgent to come and stop more quickly. In the early morning, there is still a light fog over the whole Shenjing City, and then a little bit of head in the winter day, slightly emits some light in the sky, through the fog, sprinkle on a piece of silver wrapped in the divine capital city, the whole summer's first male city in a chicken crow, gradually awakened. But last night, too many people stayed up all night. In the eastern suburb of Shenjing, near Daogong, there is a beautiful figure in a small courtyard, dressed in a cotton padded jacket, sitting under the eaves, kneeling at the fence of the courtyard in front of him, stunned. The girl watched for a night. This night, she saw the north wind coming with the heavy snow, blowing down the fallen leaves of pomegranate trees in the courtyard, and startled several jackdaws on the trees. After the snow stopped, the midnight was like the full moon of a millstone, but the lamp in the yard next door did not light up again, and the man did not come back again, perhaps never to come back. The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and scatter, and the cold crows are frightened again. When the door of the inner room opened, he was still a refined middle-aged man in purple robes. He walked out of the room and looked at his daughter, whose eyes were red and had not slept all night. His eyes flashed with love. Then he walked in gently and sat down beside the girl. He also looked at the wall in front of him and fell into silence. "Dad, do you think he will come back?" There was a trace of choking in the girl's words, and the voice of inquiry was imperceptible. "I don't know." The deep and mellow voice of Chu Zhengyang, the master of Daogong zongzong, sounded. "I know that dad is a great monk of Daogong. You are almost transparent and direct to people's heart. So there are very few things in the world that you don't know about Dad, but he will not come back, even I know." The middle-aged man in purple robe raised his hand and touched the girl's head. His body slowly radiated purple vitality, dispelling the cold in winter, and then he said: "but Dad can't see through him. The rest of the teenagers in the world can be tied by him as long as he says you want, but he can't, and dad can't do it." "I know who he doesn't belong to. He belongs to the world." The girl's voice is lonely, and the pearls fall from her big eyes. The middle-aged man in purple robe gently wiped away tears for her daughter, looked at the latter's eyes, and solemnly said: "ah, girl, you should understand that what you seek for is often not found. Under the road, everything comes and goes with his time." "But Dad, just eyebrows, but heart, I have nothing to do, I can't forget ah." Yan Yan's girl howled and wept. Although it was snowing heavily yesterday, officials of the capital city government had already arranged various duties. Before dawn, the snow on the road had been cleaned up. Therefore, the Qiongjiang Museum in qinglongmen, the capital city, was still full of people. People around qinglongmen had unconsciously formed a habit of having a bowl of hot soup noodles at breakfast, which could guarantee a whole day My body is warm and energetic. A young figure with a backpack on his back stops in front of the gate of Qiongjiang Museum. The young man looks up with his eyes up. After hesitating for a moment, he doesn't enter. Instead, he turns to join the crowd and waits for the gate to drop at the gate. After half a column of incense, the green dragon gate was put down, and the young figure stepped out of the city and walked towards the distance step by step. The wide and towering gate behind him was no different from that when he first arrived, but he had become different. The youth did not turn back, because maybe he would never leave. In an inn in the capital city, a letter was gently placed on the round table. Then the letter was gently picked up by a long white hand. The rouge girl opened the envelope, looked up, and then sighed. At the same time, the whole mansion of Zhenyu Marquis, which was gloomy and gloomy, had been hung with strips of plain cloth, completely immersed in extreme grief. Qing Niantong opens her eyes on the bed, one hand slightly props up her body, the other hand pulls up the quilt, covering the infinite spring light of the extreme temptation under the quilt, but there is nothing around, and the person is no longer there. She turned her head and saw that there was also a letter on the round table in the house of Lin Xiao, the eldest son of Zhenyu Hou. When the sky appeared white, the lights of the two most respectable alleys, Zizhu and LiuYe, were on almost at the same time. Then the door of the mansion opened. A dignitary walked out of the door in silence and stepped into the carriage that had been stopped at the door. then the two as like as two peas, the Dragon started together, and they lined up to pull out of the alley, gathered in one place, formed a big dragon, then slowly drove outside the White Emperor's Palace on the white jade road that had been repaired overnight, and entered the Meridian Gate. If they were careful, they would find their route of travel, exactly like the emperor's entry into the palace. The empty emperor was stopped by the imperial city guards in front of Huangji hall, and the carriage in the long dragon was also stopped at this position. A figure in official uniform stepped down from the carriage, and then walked to Huangji hall with the rising sun.Originally, these civil and military officials would spontaneously gather together to exchange greetings and talk with each other. However, today's situation is different. There is no one speaking on the long road leading to Huangji hall. All of them look down at the undulating steps under their feet, and their faces are solemn and solemn. The steps outside the Imperial Palace seem to have been infinitely elongated, and the passage of time has slowed down a little. From the majestic and majestic Huangji hall, both sides of the Imperial Palace, the civil and military officials filed into the hall and stood with their heads down. The Golden Phoenix emperor and the black four winged Xuanniao, two huge things, still hover above the Huangji hall, crowing, crossing a very mysterious track, light power distributed, empty intermittent fluctuations. Under the Phoenix emperor and the Xuanniao, the position symbolizing the Lord of the great summer was still hanging in the air. The figure originally belonging to Empress Wu did not appear on it. After a glance, the standing officials immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to look again. They were awed and held their wait. Finally, the unique voice of the old eunuch resounded through the imperial palace. "Kneel down, welcome!" All the civil and military personnel of the Manchu Dynasty all knelt down and bowed down. A steady footstep came slowly from the emperor Ji hall. It was light at first, and then it became more and more clear. The interval of footsteps was almost the same, which showed that the feet of the visitors were very stable. However, each sound of the clear and steady steps was like stepping on the hearts of people kneeling in the hall, which made them tremble and tremble unconsciously. 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