"Aren't you worried?" Xiao Ren asked.

"I'm worried, so I'm going to see you now. Are you going together?" Chen Tong said as she walked towards the window.

Xiao Ren narrowed his eyes and looked at her back. After a while, he followed her and jumped out of the window.

......

De Shan hates snowy days the most.

On the day he was purged, there were snowflakes floating in the sky. The snow was not heavy, and it melted when it fell on the ground. After a moment, a thin layer of ice formed on the ground.

He was pushed into the clean room by the thin ice on the ground. The eunuch named Liu, who was purged him, was named Liu Yidao.

Deshan was fifteen years old that year, and very few of them were purged at his age. Such things were so young that the faster they recovered. When the same group of eunuchs had kept their bodies well, Deshan still lay on the kang and couldn't get up.

He lay down for a whole month, thinking that he would be ruined from now on.

One night, someone found his place to live.

This is a place for those who have just cleaned themselves and can't enter the palace directly after cleansing themselves. They have to take good care of their bodies here and then be sent to the palace after being taught by a special person.

The man took out two small porcelain bottles from his arms and sprinkled the powder inside on Deshan's place. Before leaving, the man left him all the porcelain bottle and the medicine inside.

"Who are you and why do you want to help me?" asked Desun.

"It's really miserable that Taoist Qingjiang's closed disciples have been wandering here. Fortunately, you are a blessing, and the Queen wants to see you."

The man left after saying that, and since then, Desun has never seen him again.

Ten days later, his body finally recovered. He met the Queen, and then he went to the Duke of Guarding the Kingdom.

He was the closed disciple of Taoist Qingjiang. Taoist Qingjiang was both civil and military. Before becoming a monk, he was an imperial teacher.

Emperor Taizu rose up with troops. Taoist Qingjiang led his disciples to assassinate Emperor Taizu several times. One of them caused Emperor Taizu to be seriously injured. From then on, the lifeblood of Taoist Qingjiang was finally killed by arrows in an assassination.

After Taizu ascended the throne, it was rumored that he supported the orphans of the previous dynasty and established a small court in the Later Jin Dynasty in the south, the disciple of Taoist Qingjiang.

Emperor Taizu hated Taoist Qingjiang to death. He sent people to burn down the Taoist temple that Taoist Qingjiang had once practiced, and sent Duke Dingguo Xiao Yuan to pacify the remnants of Taoist Qingjiang.

And his virtue and kindness are the close disciples of Taoist Qingjiang.

He was only five years old that year. He lost his parents during the war and was picked up by Taoist Qingjiang and taken to his disciples.

He didn't follow Taoist Qingjiang for a long time. Taoist Qingjiang ran around and assassinated Emperor Taizu again and again, and had no time to teach him.

Deshan practiced with his senior brother. He was extremely talented and a martial arts genius. He also had an experience in internal skills and mental methods. Unfortunately, he was born in a chaotic world, otherwise he would have become a martial arts master.

Later, the master died and the senior brothers died, the Taoist temple was destroyed, and the court captured the remaining parties in Qingjiang everywhere.

He wandered to the capital, and a new royal family was ushered in the capital. The old and new palaces were replacing palace maids and eunuchs.

He gritted his teeth and cleaned himself, thinking that no one knew his past from then on.

But before he officially entered the palace, Queen Yang found him.

Thirty-five years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Deshan has also changed from the fifteen-year-old Taoist priest to the current Shanye.

De Shan walked around the yard with his hands behind his back.

The snowflakes fell on his hair and shoulders, but they quickly melted, just like his unknown past, disappearing without a trace.

"Grandpa Shan, I've warmed you up with the wine. Come in and warm up your body." A handsome servant came out of the west wing with a smile on his face.

De Shan looked up at the sky. The snow was getting lighter and stars were flying down.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Deshan looked at the hall, and the person coming was Zhang Sier.

"Master Shan, the prince sent someone over, please come over." Zhang Sier said with a smile.

"It's so late, what's wrong with the prince?" Deok-sun's tone could not hear joy or anger, and his voice was as sarcastic as ever.

"The one who came was Yu Mo beside the prince. He said that the prince had entered the palace in the afternoon, maybe it was the Empress Dowager who had given instructions." Zhang Sier said with a smile.

"Well, okay." De Shan stretched out one hand, and the handsome servant quickly handed his arm. De Shan put his hand on the servant's arm. Another servant ran out and put a fox fur hooded cloak on him.

Zhang Sier respectfully gave in and watched Deshan and the two servants walk into the hall.

Suddenly, Deshan turned around and looked at Zhang Sier who was still standing in the snow: "Did the guy ask clearly yesterday? What's his name? How old are you?"

Zhang Sier cursed in her heart, with regret on her face, and knocked her head hard: "Oh, look at my memory. I cried so hard when I sent the fifth master to the next day. I forgot all the important things. I will ask about it tomorrow morning."

"Well, don't ask, just bring me the person over and I'll ask myself." By the last word, Desun had already walked far.

Zhang Sier breathed a long sigh of relief, but soon her chest became blocked again, as if she was swallowing a ball of flies, which was so disgusting.

The snow became smaller and smaller, and gradually, the snow turned into rain, fine and dense, with small ice particles mixed in the rain, rustling on the face, which was very uncomfortable.

Zhang Sier looked up at the sky like Deshan. His body was still as he had just looked, with his face facing the hall leading to the front yard and his back to the study.

At this moment, he could see or hear nothing except the drizzle and ice particles flying in the night sky.

There was a slight cracking sound of the door lock being opened, and a squeaking sound of the carved wooden door being pushed open. Zhang Sier frowned slightly. Where did Qi Shao learn lock-picking skills? His hands and feet were too quick.

Xiao Ren can't unlock the lock, he can only use a knife to split the door open.

The lock was opened by Shen Tong, and it was easily opened with a hairpin.

This is a craft, learned in the Dead Soldiers' camp.

Whether it is assassination or assassination, if you have to chop the door every time, no matter how many dead soldiers are, there will be enough to die.

Two figures, one tall and one short, flashed into the study. They seemed not to see Zhang Sier standing in the rain and snow with her back facing them.

Of course, Zhang Sier didn't see them either.

The two men's boxes were still placed in the middle of the room. Shen Tong looked at the two men's boxes. She was a little curious. One of them was the wife, and what would be in the other?

"Open it, open the lock of the box." Seeing that she had not moved for a long time, Xiao Ren urged.

There was no sign of moving the box. Shen Tong walked to the box that he had opened yesterday and poked the hairpin into the keyhole. With a snap, the copper lock was opened.

The box is made of camphor wood, painted in black lacquer, inlaid with tins of tins, and the box cover is carved with exquisite Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea.

Xiao Ren walked over and lifted the box cover with her...
Chapter completed!