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There is no feast that never ends in the world.

The people in the market understand this principle, the kings, princes, generals and ministers, and Ye Ziyi understands that Bai Zhiqiu, who has lived for thousands of years, has no reason not to understand it.

He will not be immersed in the sentimentality of parting and will miss the major events of life and death.

What's more, he no longer knows how many farewells he has experienced.

Standing on the street with endless yellow sand, after silently receiving Ye Ziyi's three bows and bowing from a distance, Bai Zhiqiu, who was born with a Confucian figure, turned around and thought that he should leave as well.

He did not go back to Longmen Inn, but walked quietly along the streets of mixed fish and dragons, and unknowingly, his mind was detached from the world.

He remembered some past events, about Hua Jingci and Meng Qingshu's past events.

It is always so strange to have it.

What's even more ridiculous is that Bai Zhiqiu didn't expect that even himself could not escape this rule.

How many years ago did that come?

...

The carriage drove out of Dongchu finally arrived at the imperial capital in the cold wind and rain.

In the heavy rain, Su Xiaofan got out of the car with an umbrella and lifted the curtain.

Jun Zeyu poked his head out and looked up at the high city wall. His expression seemed to be calculating whether this giant city that has stood for five hundred years could trap him.

Withdrawing back the gaze, a figure of Taoist silenced into the city gate.

White clothes and white hair.

Who is it if it’s not Di Wulei?

Although Jun Zeyu had already expected that Di Wulei would appear here, he was still quite surprised when he saw the latter. Because he vaguely sensed that Di Wulei's breath and cultivation became increasingly unfathomable.

In the middle, Mu Yun Jian City, the master of the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun Mountain, which had been robbed ten years ago!

Even the eldest brother is slightly less than that.

"The Ming King came from afar and never took the lead in telling him. If it weren't for the foolish brother, it would really make the people in the world laugh at me for being neglected by the Emperor Alliance." Di Wulei held an oil umbrella and held it behind his back with one hand. The smile on his eyes wrote

Surprise and satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, Nancy Han had never expected the news to be conveyed so quickly. Satisfied that Jun Zeyu chose to go to the meeting alone, saving a lot of trouble.

Su Xiaofan helped Jun Zeyu out of the carriage, holding a fire stick in his left hand, and standing behind him with an umbrella. His solemn expression seemed to be ready to fight a life-and-death battle with the unfathomable new emperor leader under the city gate at any time.

In contrast, Jun Zeyu quickly recovered from calmness after being surprised.

The cold autumn rain was cold, and he coughed several times and said, "I heard from Dongchu that Shen Shimei was imprisoned by the leader not long ago. If there is any guilt, I hope she will be punished.

Thank you, the leader.”

Jun Zeyu never doubted his own speculation about his fate. Ten years ago, he prepared carefully after he expected this disaster to come to the Emperor Capital.

Once you come, you will be at peace.

When he was straightforward, what he did was naturally to confirm whether Shen Tianxin was worried about his life. This determined whether he could step into this door.

Di Wulei smiled and said, "How can the rumor be believed and believed to be true? King Ming must not misunderstand..."

"So, Shen Shimei is not in your mansion?"

"It's true that I'm a guest in the Bi Mansion!"

"A guest?"

"The Shen family is one of the thirteen royal families and the pillar of the imperial ally. Brother Yu and Shen Shimei are also friends of the same clan. How could there be any saying that they are imprisoned?"

After knowing that Shen Tianxin's life was free, Jun Zeyu felt a little relieved. He took the oil umbrella from Su Xiaofan and chuckled: "I think it's my brother who is sincere."

Di Wulei smiled and said, "The so-called "Another angry" of the crown is the beauty, my brother is aware of the worries of the Ming King."

After saying that, Di Wulei turned sideways and made a request.

Jun Zeyu looked at Su Xiaofan and nodded. Finally, the two figures were covered by dense rain lines and disappeared into the crowds passing by the street.

Then the city gate is close!

Su Xiaofan was wet in the rain.

Looking at the magnificent city and the closed gate, I felt more and more uneasy.

He didn't dare to think too much, let alone delay any more.

In the heavy rain, he drove his carriage back alone. After traveling for about a hundred miles, he untied the reins of the horse, put the horse back to the mountain, and pushed the empty carriage down the cliff.

.

After doing all this, he began to hide his whereabouts.

According to the Ming Wang Tiaozang, the Thirteen Royal City of Zhongzhou at this time must have been the same as the emperor. After the giant door was closed, the martial law was completely strictly imposed. If you want to leave the world, you will naturally not be able to go any further.

He needs to wait, waiting for the rain to come to night.

...

Autumn rain comes into the night.

In the bright and wine-filled Lianxiang Building, a figure of Taoist was thrown out. The man fell on the bluestone street and splashed a little water. The people passing by were afraid of causing trouble, so they took a detour and stayed away, as if they saw a mad man.

Nancy Han is not a crazy man.

He was just crazy and was deeply trapped in a situation of being drunk and dreaming of death and was unwilling and wanting to wake up.

He lay on the bluestone street, with cold rain sank. Looking at the endless darkness in the night sky, he sneered several times and poured wine.

"Wine and singing, how much life is; it's like morning dew, the past is full of suffering..." He began to laugh when he remembered something.

"Good wine!"

...

Ten years ago, Jun Zeyu unified Tiandong and opened a new dynasty, so routine rewards were naturally indispensable.

Among the many good generals and heroes, the silver-robed scholar general Weiyang Sheng and the chief general of the Xiliu Army Wu Xiuyang surrounded Yan Nanfei due to the Julu battle. They were undoubtedly the first meritorious and were finally awarded the title of Marquis of Wu and Marquis of Weiyang, which was considered Su Xiaofan in the Eastern Chu Dynasty.

The head of the princes outside.

About twenty days ago, Wei Yangsheng, who was stationed in the fiefdom, suddenly received a message from the King of Ming, asking him to temporarily take charge of the immortal court, hold the court decision, and perform the power of the King of Ming. Wei Yangsheng, who was meticulous, was very careful, so he kept silent.

Thousands of miles rushed to the Daming Palace Mansion.

After visiting Tianjixing, who had long been ignored in the world, Wei Yangsheng took charge of the first royal edict issued by the Ming Wang Xi, which was the ban on the 800 sects and thousands of miles.

The implementer is the disciples of eight hundred sects.

All people entering and leaving the 800 sects, whether ordinary people, practitioners, or officials from various departments who return to the palace to report their duties, must go through a rigorous investigation. However, those who have unknown origins and act strangely and disrupt the people will inevitably be punished.

disaster.

A guy like Nancy Han who has been in a daze since he entered the Eight Hundred Sects and has been seeking trouble in a total of thirteen Qinlou Chu Pavilions, naturally he cannot escape the French Open.

But he is not an ordinary person after all.

The disciples of the eight hundred sects knew their appearance and did not dare to deal with it without authorization. Then they informed them layer by layer and invited Weiyang to come...

The cold rain that was rushing towards him suddenly stopped. Nancy Han, who was lying flat on the Bluestone Street, was like a stray dog, was drunkenly eyes. He saw an oil umbrella with a face under the umbrella. Wei Yangsheng appeared in front of the gate of Lianxiang Tower.

...

Dark, damp, cold, and wailing in my ears.

Suddenly, cold water hit her face, and her hands and feet were tied with iron chains and sitting on the ground against the wall, Nancy Han was slightly awake.

The prison guard brought a drink case, and Wei Yangsheng sat cross-legged and sat down in the futon.

Looking at the drunken drunkard who had met several times in the past Emperor Alliance and now the down-and-out drunkard, Weiyang Hou, who was in charge of the Ming Dynasty, sighed in his heart.

He poured a glass of wine and handed it forward.

Nancy Han saw the person sitting opposite him clearly and felt familiar, but his thinking was confused and his mind was painful for a while and he couldn't remember it.

Fortunately, this doesn't matter.

No matter who is opposite, you will be friends if you have wine.

He said thank you casually and reached out to receive the wine cup.

Wei Yangsheng chuckled lightly, the cup was slightly slanted, and the wine poured over the table: "To the eighth place of the earth in the past, Nancy Han!"

(ps: Thanks to book friend 57905858 for his reward. The next chapter is about to emerge...)