The cold wind was bitter, and there was a lot of snow.
Nie Sheng only felt that the oil-paper umbrella in his hand was about to be blown to pieces, and he cursed as he walked. When he saw the majestic and solemn vermilion gate in front of him from a distance, his voice dropped.
As soon as he approached, someone from the palace came to welcome him in, "General Nie, His Majesty is waiting for you in the palace."
When Nie Sheng heard this, he immediately quickened his pace.
Stepping into the hall, a burst of warmth rushed to him in an instant, dispersing the cold on his body. Nie Sheng walked into the inner hall, and saw Kan Wenxiao sitting not far away, bowing his head and writing something.
Nie Sheng only glanced at it, then lowered his head, bowed slightly, and began to salute.
"See Your Majesty."
"rise."
Kan Wenxiao wrote seriously, and after saying this word, his voice fell silent. Nie Sheng didn't dare to interrupt, so he could only stand aside silently with his head bowed, looking at the patterns on the carpet boredly.
The charcoal fire in the house is burning vigorously, mixed with a faint fruity aroma, which is so comfortable that it makes people drowsy.
Nie Sheng's thoughts wandered a little further.
He was originally Yu Xinian's confidant, but after he left, he was left to Kan Wenxiao himself.
Although he is not familiar with Kan Wenxiao, he trusts Yu Xinian, and the person he is loyal to will definitely not be wrong.
The fact is indeed the case, Kan Wenxiao led them to unify the realm of comprehension, step by step to the present, the great revenge has been avenged, and no one dares to despise Fusang.
Obviously everything is moving in a good direction, but he feels that he is getting more and more unable to understand Kan Wenxiao.
Although Kan Wenxiao was a bit cold-blooded before, he still knew how to give both kindness and power, but later he became more cruel, and later became more licentious.
Although everyone didn't say anything on the face, they naturally felt dissatisfied in their hearts. Nie Sheng felt that this was not going to work.
High walls and narrow foundations cannot stand on them. Severe punishment and severe law cannot last long. The truth of ancient and modern Hengtong.
But before he had time to speak out, Kan Wenxiao changed again.
It seemed that there was nothing he could take on his mind anymore, and his expression was always sullen, and then they couldn't even find him.
He didn't even show up at the Lantern Festival banquet.
So Nie Sheng was flattered to be informed that Kan Wenxiao was going to see him suddenly.
But since he was called here, what did he mean by not speaking for a long time
Just as he was lost in thought, Kan Wenxiao finally put down his pen when he heard a "click".
Nie Sheng quickly recovered, and called out tentatively, "Your Majesty."
"Hmm." Kan Wenxiao looked at the rice paper on the table and replied absently.
"You summoned the minister, what are you talking about?"
Kan Wen and Xiao Wenyan leaned back obliquely on the back of the chair, propped his forehead with his right hand, and looked into the distance.
"Yu Shaozhi, are they still closed?"
"Yes, all use the lock ring to pass through the lute bone, and it's about the dungeon."
"En." Kan Wenxiao's voice was light, and continued: "Let it go."
"Yes... um? Your Majesty? Let it go!"
Just as Nie Sheng answered subconsciously, he immediately realized something was wrong, and his voice changed.
Kan Wenxiao's expression was a little tired, as if he would be tired of saying one more word.
"Um."
Hearing this, Nie Sheng immediately knelt down, "Think twice, Your Majesty, although the general situation has been decided, not everyone is willing to surrender. The prisoners in the dungeon are all the elders of the former eight sects. Let it go like this, although it will not shake the foundation, but it is unknown whether it will cause turmoil!"
After finishing speaking, he bent down and knocked his head heavily on the ground.
Kan Wenxiao seemed to be thinking about what he said, and the room fell silent for a moment, only the charcoal fire was burning vigorously, and there was an occasional "cracking" sound.
Nie Sheng didn't look up, and couldn't see Kan Wenxiao's expression, he just felt a heart hanging high, waiting stubbornly for him to take back his life.
But the one who waited was, "General Nie, do it."
Nie Sheng opened and closed his lips, but seeing Kan Wenxiao's expression, he had no choice but to swallow the words back. Reluctantly lowering his head lower, his tone was filled with suppressed dissatisfaction.
"I obey."
Winter nights always come very early, and there is nothing to do, Jian Xiuyun added another flower to the Jiujiu cold dispelling picture that he had drawn for a long time, and then went to sleep contentedly.
Therefore, I didn't notice that there was a figure slantingly reflected outside the vermilion window.
Kan Wenxiao has been standing here for a long time.
Mingming wanted to see him like crazy, but he couldn't take a step closer.
What Jian Xiuyun said was right, there was indeed too much separation between them.
He knew that Jian Xiuyun was cold-hearted, and he thought that after he got his revenge, he would send him off in a moment, and then explain to him slowly, and he would forgive him in the end.
But then everything was developing in a direction beyond his control.
Until, I can't take it anymore.
He can forgive Jian Xiuyun for his falsehood to him, as long as he is willing to give him his sincerity from now on.
But he doesn't know how to forgive himself for treating him like that in his previous life.
He couldn't accept it after hearing all that, not to mention that it was Jian Xiuyun's personal experience, how can he let go of his grudge
Everywhere is a dilemma.
Kan Wenxiao raised his fingertips, and lightly slid across the window. The person he liked was lying inside, and he couldn't see it, and he couldn't get close to it.
That's all.
Kan Wenxiao turned around, slowly opened the umbrella and prepared to leave.
Anyway, he was always losing all his life, he had nothing in the first place.
If you are destined not to get it, why bother to force it.
He seemed to understand Yu Xinian suddenly.
But he couldn't leave like him.
He stepped on the edge of the steps and was about to go down when he heard light footsteps.
Kan Wenxiao retracted the umbrella, turned and looked to the right.
I saw a long sword stabbing straight at him, the sword body reflected the color of snow, reflecting icy light.
Kan Wen Xiao Ning saw the person in front of him clearly, was stunned for a moment, retracted the hand holding the sword, raised his hand casually and blocked his attack with an umbrella.
Although neither of them made a sound, Jian Xiuyun was awakened by the sound of the sword colliding.
He sat up and looked out the window a little strangely.
Only two entangled figures could be seen.
Jian Xiuyun frowned slightly, put on his clothes, picked up the Qinghan sword and walked out.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw two people in the corridor.
One of them was Kan Wenxiao, and the other Jian Xiuyun looked at it for a long time before realizing that it was Lin Liaoting.
"Liao Ting?!" Jian Xiuyun cried out in surprise. He remembered the corpse in the cage that day, and then realized that he was not the person that day, and Kan Wenxiao didn't hurt his life.
Jian Xiuyun was pleasantly surprised, her right hand tightly grabbed the side of her clothes, and she wanted to go over.
Then Lin Liaoting lifted the umbrella from Kan Wenxiao's hand, and the sword went straight through his body.
Jian Xiuyun's pupils dilated instantly, and stopped in place. The Qinghan sword in his hand was not held firmly, and fell to the ground with a "bang", making a crisp sound.