The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 Under the same moon, under the same starry sky, the northwestern capital of Daxia, the temperature is undoubtedly much lower than that of Gwangju Metropolitan City in the central part, especially for seven consecutive days of heavy snow. Just stopped.

　　 The people in the north of Daxia are all aware that the lowest temperature is when the snow stops.

In the middle of the night, the silver-white moonlight shining on the largest city in the vast land of Shenzhou, which is full of white, has a strong sense of poignancy, because this whiteness is not only the whiteness covered with snow, but also the mourning for the old lady. Of mourning.

Tonight is the first seven days after the death of the old queen. As the emperor’s feet, Shenjing City has the deepest feelings for the old queen, and the atmosphere of mourning is also the strongest. Therefore, throughout the streets and alleys of Shenjing City, every door of every house is lit with guide candles. Faint light.

　　While the rays of light shone, the ghosts flickered, and after the ghosts flashed for two full breaths, the wind whizzed by, causing the candles on both sides to flicker.

On the night of the ninth day of the first month of the 90th year of the Great Xia calendar, the city of Shenjing entered the first level of combat readiness again after 15 years. In the main hall on the first floor of the Sitian Tower, a supervisor raised the power of the mountain and sea map to the limit, making the entire Every corner of the city is unobstructed, and even the barking of a local dog in the alley will attract the attention of the supervisor.

You Tingjian opened his eyes from the bed and took a deep breath. The waves of inexplicable heart palpitations caused him to wake up from his sleep, his whole chest seemed to be A huge boulder blocked it, making it hard to breathe.

Then You Tingjian slowly exhaled the air he had inhaled, and turned to look at the deep wife sleeping next to him, with a trace of pampering in his eyes. The middle-aged beautiful woman who fell asleep next to him seemed to have a dream, with a little bit hanging on the corner of his mouth. The smile, although she is not as beautiful as she was when she was young, but the smile she showed at this time is still so charming.

The faint moonlight came from outside the window. After You Tingjian watched his wife Xu next to him, he carefully lifted the quilt and got up, went to the table in the house and sat down. Then he lifted the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and then gently Take a sip.

　　 The icy cold water in his mouth made You Tingjian's somewhat dizzy head suddenly clearer, and then he raised his head and stared at the moonlight that hit the ground, concentrating on it.

　　 "Ninety years of the Great Xia calendar, really eventful!"

　　 A soft self-talk came from Shang Shu of the Ministry of Rites, then he no longer hesitated, got up and went to the door, took off a large cloak and put it on, gently opened the door and walked out.

　　 The cold wind from the northwest hit people, and it hurts people to scratch his face. You Tingjian lifted the hood of the big cloak and covered his entire head, stepping on the snow and moonlight, slowly walking towards the west of the mansion.

Shangshu You Tingjian was born in poverty. His parents died in his early years, and he had few relatives, and he had only one wife and one daughter. Therefore, most of the houses in the entire Dayoufu were in a state of vacancy. The imperial palace is somewhat similar.

The West House of the Shangshu Mansion of Libu was originally used by the subordinates to live in. However, there are few people in the Yufu. In order to make it easier to take care of, almost all the subordinates have also moved to the north of the main house. Therefore, the West House has been idled and few people walked. Into.

　　 The night is quiet, only the north wind howls.

The snow-covered trees on both sides of the road left mottled shadows under the moonlight, like ghosts with teeth and claws, but You Tingjian's elegant face remained unchanged, and his steps forward were steady as usual.

As the saying goes, Charm is born from the heart. You Tingjian has read the most sage books in his life, and it is the head of the ceremonial department, in charge of the whole ceremony of Daxia, natural heart is magnificent, ghosts and charms are not invaded, the mottled phantom along the way, Yu You Tingjian His eyes are no different from ordinary things.

After 　　 half a pillar of incense, You Tingjian appeared outside the West House in a cloak, without hesitation, he pushed the door directly and stepped in.

There are many rooms in the west house and the terrain is complicated. You Ting is firm and shuttled everywhere. Then before he came to a room, he pushed the door again. Only this time, a figure appeared in front of him, with half-black and half-white hair and a rickety body. , The skinny face is impressively Shao Yin of Gyeonggi Prefecture.

　　 Mountain Wenbai!

　　 Originally on the top of Wanjian Mountain in Gwangju Metropolitan City, Shan Wenbai, who was chopped into powder by Qinglian Jianqi, appeared again in Shangshuyoufu of the Ministry of Rites!

You Tingjian stood at the door and did not step in. He just stared at Shan Wenbai who was sitting in front of him. Mercury-like moonlight sprinkled into the house from behind the former. Shan Wenbai lifted his lowered head and his face His seven orifices were covered with black blood, and they were dripping downwards, infiltrating people.

　　 This is the backlash of the last person in his mirror after his death!

　　 "Aren't you coming in?"

　　 Mountain Wenbai stared at You Tingjian who was standing beyond the threshold, and the voice that came out of his mouth was hoarse. Then You Tingjian nodded and responded:

　　 "The way is different, and I don't seek each other. This time, I have already returned the kindness I had originally."

　　 The threshold in front of You Tingjian, for the two of them, is the sky between the different roads. After that, You Tingjian looked at Shan Wenbai, whose breath was extremely weak, and opened his mouth and continued:

　　 "I know that I, You Tingjian, have today, thanks to you, and without you, I'm just a servant who takes care of the book pavilion. Maybe I won't be able to get out of a state in my life, let alone come to this capital city."

"That's not necessarily. Golden scales are things in the pool. Once you encounter a wind and cloud changing dragon, people like you, I funded thousands of people back then, but you are the only one who shines in the Great Court Examination. Go straight up all the way, and finally become the head of the Ministry of Ritual, an extremely human minister, this is your ability."

　　 "I knew that it is impossible for God to drop a pie for no reason. I have to pay back what I once got easily."

　　 You Tingjian’s elegant and handsome face is deeply helpless. He was really handsome when he was young. This is an advantage in itself. Then, Shan Wenbai, who sat cross-legged on the ground, was silent for a few breaths and continued to ask indifferently:

　　 "When did you doubt me?"

　　 "When you hit the side and came to check with me the style of the Daxia imperial emperor's order, I faintly felt something was wrong, because this is a dynasty secret, and you shouldn't get involved."

　　 After You Tingjian finished speaking, he took a deep breath, and then the **** eyes of Shan Wenbai who were watching, increased the volume and said:

　　 "Especially within a few days, the news of Zhen Yuhou's death came, and the most important thing is that he returned to the capital from Yulong Pass without authorization!"

After 　　 finished speaking, You Tingjian raised his hand and slammed his fist on the goalpost beside him, making a muffled noise, and roared:

　　 "You said, is there any connection with you?"