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Lu Wen'an in Pingcheng gritted his teeth: "It's good to be here, I'm anxiously waiting."

He said with a smile: "It's good to be here, I've been waiting anxiously."

She leaned over, the cat was not touched in the past, but today it rolled over on the spot, revealing its belly.He touched his hands a few times, threw the things he was holding to the cat to eat, and then yelled and turned around to talk to Xue Ling.

The maid followed suit and burst out laughing, saying that the soup she had begged for was still boiling, and whether she should pour it for safety, and laughed and took some minced meat to tease the cat.

Wei Lang, the head of the palace, discussed with his confidant: "It's almost time to give it to me. It's a kindness for me to allow him to be buried. Is it possible to pay money?"

Xue Ling in the courtyard persuaded him in a dispirited way: "It's almost enough to order, and I don't want to pay any more."

At noon, Yibai sent someone to spread the word, saying that the day for offering sacrifices to heaven had been fixed, and it was on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, when it was Zhengyang, it was a good time to welcome gods and see off ghosts.

Xue Ling thought about it with his fingers, and it was exactly the same as his original plan. He got up happily, and said to Hanyan that he would paste a few ingots for Lao Li's head.It's simply that Li Jingsi's place can't go yet, so I'll be busy with other things first.

The latter obliged happily, and recruited a maid to fetch the yellow silk from the warehouse.After the person left, Xue Ling raised his hand, and saw that the tooth marks were still there, and the fishy smell was still there.

The sun was already strong at noon, she squinted her eyes and looked straight at it, thinking, that beast really survived, it seems that God's will is here.

So idle, the time goes by for two or three days.What's more rare is that the sky is clear during the day, and it rains until the fifth watch at night. The garden is free from mud and dust, so it is very comfortable.

Wei Lang in the anti palace often has a sad face, and there is a big sacrifice on the fifth day of the lunar new year, so he has to discuss more with the ministers of the Si Tianjian.It was probably at this time that he really paid attention to the thunderstorms on New Year's Eve.

At that time, it was said that I was afraid that there would be more waterlogging in spring and summer this year, and severe drought in autumn and winter.I don't know what will happen in autumn and winter, but in the spring and summer of the past six months, there has been more rain.

That's all, if everything breaks a talisman, there is a disaster of war.The documents from the Pingcheng War have already been handed down to the court.This is also expected, it's not like Tuoba has never dealt with this person before.Since he was outside the customs early, he was just waiting for an opportunity.

If the Shen family is not dead, this opportunity will last for a few nights.Several years after he ascended the throne, Wei Lang still remembered the teachings of Emperor Liang Cheng for the first time. He probably didn't learn a few emperor skills when he was his son. It should be Wei Yi's job.

As a minister, loyalty is not necessarily better than flattery, but straightness is definitely not as good as song.

If Shen Yuanzhou had led his troops back to Beijing from the very beginning, why would he be in a dilemma now.It's fine if you don't come back, young and old of the Shen family
How about the young and old of the Shen family, it may not be the fire.Wei Lang thinks that he understands that the old Shen family is not dead, and he is not a person who shows his ambition by death, but it is an indisputable fact that Shen Yuanchao committed suicide in the court.

That being the case, even if there really was a so-called mastermind behind the scenes, it would not help the matter if they did this and how the Shen family died.What can be done is to keep this news from Shen Yuanzhou, and it will take a day to keep it a secret.

It's just that the soldiers on the northwest side didn't expect to be able to transfer all of them back. Now that they are fighting again, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult.Thinking about these things, three or four more letters came, and they went straight to the emperor's study.

Before Si Tianjian's people left, Wei Lang took a slow breath and asked, "Will it rain tonight?"

Si Tianjian Tang Yu was overjoyed, how is the way of heaven, there is no way to measure it accurately, when the time is chaotic, the emperor recently asked about good and bad luck, it is difficult to answer, it is rare to ask a good answer.

"It's raining tonight."

"How can you see it."

Tang Yu stretched out his hand, took two steps towards the window, raised his head and said: "Your Majesty, look at it, although the sun is scorching right now, it is still hazy, and although the flying clouds are white, it is trailing. There is no light. The so-called morning glow produces wind, the sun and moon haze rain, and the cloud tail darkens the sky. All three are signs of falling water.

The minister uses the head as a guarantee, and there will be heavy rain tonight.Early is dusk, late is night. "

Wei Lang didn't look at the window, he just waved his hand to signal the Si Tianjian to retreat.Pick up the booklet and read each letter. It's all urgent, and I don't care about either end.

After reading several letters in succession, Zhu Bi didn't know where to criticize them. In the end, the creases went to Xue Ling's fingertips, and they were turned into ingots and piled up in a gold wire basket.When it turned cloudy in the afternoon, they still only brought Xue Ming to Yinfo Temple.

The difference from the past is that today's clothes are narrow, and the sleeves are made of high-quality leather to tightly wrap the forearms.The rivets were knocked on the top, and the silver thread left the tiger pattern, as if it was about to go into battle.

Xue Min saw her touching and touching, and thought that her daughter's clothes were loose and elegant, but it was inconvenient to fight. In the past, she often used sleeves to tie them up, but last time she saw her wearing sleeves, as if she was still "Huo Yunsheng".

Just dressed like this, the dagger in the sleeve can't be drawn smoothly, and he doesn't have any other weapons, Xue Ming feels more at ease, this trip is undoubtedly to burn incense.

When we got to Lao Litou's grave, we found that the weeds were overgrown, and the grave was almost gone.Xue Ling said angrily: "Why don't you come for more than a month, and become like this ghost."

Xue Ming hurriedly persuaded: "There is a lot of rain this year, and the vines in the mountains grow fast, so it's okay. There are a lot of them, and there are only a few main stems. I'll just cut them off."

After saying that, he took out a short dagger, pushed aside the grass, searched the ground for a while, picked something off, and tore away a lot of it.

Although the stone tablet in front of the grave is still covered with moss, at least there is room to put the sacrificial basket.Xue Ling was domineering, more confident than before, put down his things and raised his head and said: "I'm here, let me tell you, wait, come back next time, I will take you back to Pingcheng."

After thinking about it, he asked Xue Ming seriously, "If a person is buried in the ground, what can be left in a year?" Then he said to himself: "If the skeleton is good, what if there is some rotten flesh left? , what can I pretend to be?"

From Xue Min's point of view, this wilderness must have rotted away in a year, leaving only bones.Even if there is a Buddha's light here, there is a little bit of rotten meat, and it is estimated that it will be washed away with water, so there is no need to worry too much.

However, it was obviously impossible to say these words, he smiled and said: "It can always be taken away, I don't know when we will come back."

These words really aroused Xue Ling's heart, and he grinned and said: "It's very fast. From my point of view, Pingcheng won't be able to fight for a few days. The land is often attacked and retreated. Maybe we'll go there, and the fight is over.

To make friends with Tuoba Mian, I will come here first, and then sneak into Ningcheng. As soon as Shen Yuanzhou dies, I will take over his soldiers, and see what the hell this capital can do.

Whoever wins or loses, it should be easy for me to ask for Wei Lang when I come back. "

As he talked, he went to get the food basket, and the snacks, melons and fruits should be taken out and placed in front of the monument.Xue Min's failure to answer was regarded as tacit consent. Whether it was the Huang family's invasion of the capital or Huo Yunwan's capture, the current emperor is a sweet potato in the hands of both parties.

It's just that the potato is a little hot, after all, the name of killing the king is not good.Someone jumped out and wanted to take it away, and to take it to pieces, which was exactly what one could wish for.As Xue Ling said, it should be easy.

Xue Ling lit the joss stick, looking at the money in his hand, feeling a little troubled.It was raining heavily in the original mountains, and the soil under the grass was very wet. If the paper was thrown on it, it would probably soak your head in no time.I wanted to take two as a cushion, but felt that it would be a pity that I would burn them forever.

Xue Ming saw her intention, stepped forward and said, "Let me do it."As he said that, he ignited two sheets first, held them in his hand while burning them, and baked the water vapor on the ground at the same time.When there was only one corner of the paper left, Fang threw away his hand and took the second one to follow suit.

Xue Ling knew it at a glance, and said with a smile: "This is a good way", and then he stretched out his hand to pick up the same roast, although it can't dry the whole piece of land, but it has a square inch, and there is room to put the ingots after a while, saving the ingots It doesn't burn either.

Xue Min smiled without saying a word, and then heard Xue Ling say, "I knew it would be so difficult to take care of this dead person. I should order someone to look at the grave from time to time. Burning paper now would take a lot of trouble."

The tone of the voice jumped out, Hun Ruo really disliked it, Xue Min turned his head to look at her, but saw her look sad again, pinched the yellow paper and said: "It's okay, there can't be such a deep grass outside Pingcheng, and this rotten place can't stay long. God. If you bear it any longer, we will go back."

She squatted down, the corner of her skirt fell into the mud, her fingertips touched the stele, the yellow paper shook again and again in her hand, and it faded into the news of Shen's death.

A piece of paper was pale and burned in front of Shen Yuanzhou.