When the magic circles in those turrets were activated one after another, the courtyard where Shendu Supervisor Chen Jianshou was located was already full of many Shendujian officials who could not see each other on weekdays.
Before boarding the carriage, Supervisor Chen issued a series of orders in a very simple and quick manner.
Most of these orders were aimed at Tiansi, including the assassination of some important figures in Tiansi, and the rapid takeover of some institutions.
These orders contained meticulous planning and an extreme understanding of Tiansi, especially most of the orders required the queen and the two ministers' documents to be executed.
However, none of the Shendujian officials standing in this courtyard felt abnormal, because since Yuan Wu came to the throne more than ten years ago, the greatest significance of Shendujian's existence is actually to eat Jian Tiansi one day.
Of course, the Shendujian officials in these courtyards included many old people like Mo Qinggong. The elderly just correspond to the number of years they have served as officials in Shendujian, not that they are really old.
They saw the excited brilliance in the eyes of the newcomers in the Shendu Prison around them.
Such a timing is indeed a good opportunity for these young officials, but for these old people at this time, such excitement is pathological.
The border war between Qin and Chu is in full swing, and it is not yet known who will win the battle. Jiantiansi is also a pillar for Changling. Now these young officials don't worry about the border war, but they already think that this battle to eliminate Jiantiansi will give them What kind of benefits will the future bring.
However, even an old man like Mo Qinggong did not notice the slightest abnormality in Chief Supervisor Chen.
Ye Celeng was still in Changling City, and to Supervisor Chen, everything he had was in Changling City.
But he himself boarded the carriage, and began to follow the imperial palace's order to the Minshan Sword Sect.
The reason why he accepted such an arrangement completely obediently was because he knew very well that in this storm in Changling, only by keeping Baili Suxue as much as possible could he keep Ye Celeng safe.
For the mistress in the palace, Baili Suxue was more important than Ye Celeng.
As long as Baili Suxue is alive, it is impossible for many people to leave, and it is impossible to use it to deal with Ye Celeng.
"I hope you live."
When the carriage began to gallop fast, Chen Jianshou closed his eyes and said slowly in his heart: "I hope I can live too."
For ordinary people in Changling, living is only the lowest requirement. They pursue a better life, but for many people who have reached the top, living has become the ultimate pursuit.
As long as they can live and the people they care about can live, they don't really care about those so-called pleasures. Even if they eat the most humble food and wear the roughest clothes, they can feel at ease.
A tremor with a unique rhythm came from the galloping carriage.
The person who drove Chen Jianshou was a deaf-mute old servant, and the communication between him and Chen Jianshou was through the knocking of the true energy flowing from his fingers on the carriage.
Someone tried to stop his carriage, and the person blocking the way was only a low-ranking official with a cultivation base of no more than four realms.
Normally, no such low-level official would dare to stop his carriage, so Supervisor Chen opened his eyes again and stopped the carriage, wanting to hear what this low-level official wanted to say to him.
"Chen Jinci, director of ceremonies."
When the carriage stopped, an official from the Shendu Supervisor had already come out from the alleyway next to him. He came to his carriage, bowed and said these two sentences softly.
Supervisor Chen was slightly taken aback, and waved his hand to let the officer of the Shendu Supervisor leave, and then looked at the approaching young official.
Although he was a low-ranking official of the Rites Department, he was a practitioner from the Chen family in Liangjiang County, and he was on the same family tree, so he knew this young man.
The young official was a little cautious, but he walked all the way to his carriage before bowing and saying softly, "Don't try to deal with Lord Duanmu, it's a trap."
A strange flame ignited in the depths of Supervisor Chen's eyes, his brows were deeply frowned, and he asked, "Who told you to say such things to me?"
The young official continued: "Master Shen Xuan asked me to tell you that he is not your enemy."
After saying this, the young official raised his head, and then black blood began to flow from his mouth, and then his pupils also turned black, and black tears began to flow.
Chief Supervisor Chen knew that this young official had reached the end of his life, so his tone, which was usually slow, suddenly became urgent, "Why?"
"It's not just because of Lord Shenxuan, but also because in a sense, you are the future of our Liangjiang County, and you represent our Chen family, so nothing can happen to you."
When these words were finished, the young official fell down beside his carriage.
Supervisor Chen lowered his head slowly.
His movements were also unusually slow, as slow as moss growing slowly in the shadows.
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Minshan Sword Sect, Baili Suxue walked along the white jade-like icy road to the frozen top.
The Minshan Sword Sect is colder as it goes to the top. There is a wonderful rule of vitality. The cold air on the ice road far surpasses all the ice and snow in the world, and it has a strange repelling effect on the external water vapor. The water vapor in the air is frozen here. It became white frost, but it couldn't fall. It was pushed far away by the cold air on the mountain road, and was blown away by the mountain wind, and it floated between the sky and the earth again.
It's just that the cold air on Baili Suxue's body today is thicker than that of this ice path. With every step, white vitality flows out of his body, falls on the ice path under his body, and then follows the unchanging ice path. The ice surface seeps into the inside, until the inside slowly reveals a sapphire-like color.
The mountain wind was as harsh as a knife, and it couldn't move Baili Suxue's robe, but his hair was flowing rhythmically behind him under the flow of his own vitality, which naturally carried a sacred flavor.
He looked at Changling.
Like many years ago, there are overcast clouds over Changling today.
It's just different from the past, most of the dark clouds in Changling today come from the cloudy and moon magic circle in the turret, while the dark clouds and extremely chaotic vitality of heaven and earth in those days came from the practitioners from all dynasties in the world who came to kill Wang Jingmeng.
Suddenly, a cold, ironic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The world around Minshan Sword Sect is still calm, but he knows very well that the changes here will soon exceed Changling at this moment.
Back then, countless people wanted to kill Wang Jingmeng.
Now countless people are coming to kill him.
He is very proud.
Because everyone in the world has not misunderstood him, and they all know his intentions.
He is such a person who can distinguish between likes and hates.
For Wang Jingmeng back then, he had nothing to forgive or not, but no matter what he did, he obeyed his own will.