The wind and snow in the south are still rising. When the wind and snow are pouring, the Yuejing in the north is already covered with snow. Even if someone has been clearing the snow during the day on the main traffic road, it will be covered by fresh snow once a night has passed.

But even in such a cold winter, the rail transit in the Ming Dynasty did not stop. Every day before dawn, countless railway personnel in blue work clothes would nervously start to remove the snow on the track with shovels, shovels and other objects. Such work is not a certain place, but along the entire track.

Of course, because of such weather, the running speed of the railcar is greatly reduced, but it is already a miracle to be able to ensure operation.

A rail car from Baoqing Port slowly drove into the platform. Before the whole car could stop, a door had been opened. A man jumped out of his inside. Facing the staff who came up and scolded loudly, he took out an iron sign from his arms and said sternly: "I want a horse, hurry up, a horse."

When the staff member was shocked when he saw the black falcon with wings spreading on the iron plate, he turned around and left without saying a word. After a moment, he brought in a good horse. This was not a horse used to pull a rail cart, but a war horse that he had always been fed at the station. His main purpose was to conduct emergency communications.

The man jumped onto the war horse, slapped the horse's thighs with his backhand, and suddenly accelerated amid the long neighing of the war horse, and ran out of the station.

On the wide street, the snow was thick enough for one night, and each household was cleaning up the snow in front of their doors. On the road, there were soldiers guarding Yuejing, police officers from local governments and hired personnel. Everyone was working hard. Even though their efforts would only prevent the streets of Yuejing from being suffering from snow during the day, everyone was still sweating profusely. On both sides of the street, the snow had already accumulated like mountains, but the gray road surface had gradually been exposed.

The war horses galloped from a distance, and in the sound of the horse's hooves, they rushed across the street like the wind, splashing the snow everywhere. The people who were cleaning hurriedly avoided it, accompanied by a series of angry scoldings.

The man on the horse had long ignored these things, and he buried his head in the horse and ran to the Censorate as fast as possible. He jumped off his horse, threw the horse on the street at will, and rushed towards the gate of the Censorate.

"I want to see Jin Jisuke." He raised the iron plate in his hand high and shouted to the soldiers guarding the door.

A moment later, the man appeared in front of Jin Jingnan.

A tightly bandaged package was placed in front of Jin Jingnan. The man took a step back and knelt down on one knee. Although he lowered his voice, he still couldn't help but whimper: "Sir Jufu, Commander Guo, he is gone."

Jin Jingnan, who was sitting there drinking tea calmly, stood up suddenly, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. The best glass cup was smashed to pieces on the ground. He looked at the man straight, and after a while, he trembled his lips and said, "You, what did you say just now?"

"Second Assistant, Commander Guo is gone." The man raised his head and tears flowed down his eyes.

With a bang, Jin Jingnan fell back heavily, his whole mind was completely numb, and he felt that his mind could not control his body at all. How could this happen? Why was Guo Jiuling gone?

"Why is Commander Guo not here?"

"The commander was caught by the inner guard in Shangjing City. Then we learned through the inside that Commander Guo had left. The things in this package were left at the secret stronghold when the commander went to Shangjing City. He once said that if something happened to him, he would immediately send the package back to Yuejing City as quickly as possible and hand it over to Lord Jin." The man choked.

Jin Jingnan stretched out his trembling hand and grabbed the package. After a lot of effort, he finally tore open the package outside. The package was a small wooden box.

Looking at the box, Jin Jingnan stayed for a while. He suddenly stood up, walked to the huge bookshelf on one side, took out a small bag from it, and took out a small key from it.

Holding the key in his hand, Jin Jingnan's lips were trembling. When Guo Jiuling left, he sent someone to bring him this bag, which contained the key. At that time, he didn't understand the intention, but now he fully understood.

All of this was Guo Jiuling's premeditated behavior. When he left Yuejing City, he had already determined that he would never be able to return to Yuejing City.

This box was made by Xu Lai of the Tiangong Department himself. There is only one key. Unless it is opened with the key, any other violent means will inspire the hidden mechanism in the box to completely destroy the things inside.

With trembling hands, he inserted the small key into the keyhole in the box, and slowly turned it around. The sound of the skeleton turning of the cardboard came from inside the box. After a while, when everything calmed down, Jin Jingnan slowly opened the box.

The first thing that caught his eye was a simple drawing, a smiling old man's face, which looked seven or eight more words similar to Guo Jiuling, with a line of words written below.

"Brother Jin, I'm sorry, I lied to you, I'll take care of you!"

Picking up this piece of paper, Jin Jingnan stared at the old man above, smiled bitterly, put it aside, and another letter below, saying that Jin Jingnan had personally opened. Picking up this letter, there was a formal memorial below, but the cover of the memorial contained a line of shocking words: Guo Jiuling's death letter.

He slowly tore open the letter to himself, and Jin Jingnan read it word by word.

In the letter, Guo Jiuling explained everything about this trip to the capital. In the letter, he proudly explained in detail the process of subduing the Lei Guard, but the Ming secret spies he agreed with Jin Jingnan to sell to Lei Guard for his meritorious service, which greatly reduced the weight, and the highlight became himself.

"Everything is in control." At the end of the letter, Guo Jiuling's proud words were expressed. Jin Jingnan seemed to be able to see that when he wrote this sentence, the old man with gray hair must have been drinking a small wine while laughing and writing.

"How is going on the capital now?" He looked at the man who came from afar in front of him and asked in a low voice.

"In the capital city, the inner guards suddenly took action. We were suddenly attacked at several secret strongholds in the Ming Dynasty. Commander Guo was unfortunately captured in one of them. A few days later, we finally got accurate news. Commander Guo passed away early in the morning of the second day after he was unfortunately captured because he died of poisoning." The man said.

"Who is the commander of the national guard in Chu now?" Jin Jingnan asked.

"It was the Lei Wei, who was appointed as the commander of the inner guard by Min Ruoying. While searching for our Ming secret spies in Shangjing, he rectified the inner guards. Another deputy commander of the inner guards, Tong Qiang, has been put into prison by him. Now all the guards in the Chu domestic guards are in his control. The civil strife in the Chu domestic guards has completely ended." The man said with gritted teeth.

Jin Jingnan was silent for a moment, raised his head and said loudly: "Come."

An official came in.

"Go and ask Lord Tian Kangtian of the Supervision Bureau to come to me immediately." Jin Jingnan ordered. "In addition, arrange a residence for this brother in the Censorate. In the past few days, you will be responsible for all the food and daily life of this brother, and no one is allowed to approach him."

"Yes!" The official who came in looked at the man and nodded.

"You can understand this arrangement?" Jin Jingnan looked at the man, "You have worked hard for you too. In the past few days, you should just take a vacation, okay?"

"The official understands." The man nodded, bowed and bowed, and turned around and walked out with the official.

Jin Jingnan leaned heavily on the back of the chair, "The storm is coming, the wind is coming, you are so happy, you are taking care of everything inside and outside. The new king and the ancient lord were taking care of me, but put me on the fire. This time, I am afraid that the Emperor's fire will be spilled all over my head. Just as you said, I am not as good as hell, who will go to hell? Everything is for the Ming Dynasty."

He stood up, and his expression, which was a little decadent just now, became excited again, "It's all for the Ming Dynasty!" He waved his arms in the room and shouted loudly.

The palace is particularly lively. Compared with the sad clouds and mists of going to the capital now, the city of Yue is filled with joy and harmony. Although the snow is even heavier than last year, the Ming Dynasty has already had a complete set of regulations for how to deal with the snow disaster. Years of harvest and abundant people, winter is a rare time for the Ming people to relax in the year. A year of hard work has brought about the cat that can now enjoy the warm kang of his wife and children at home.

In the imperial garden in the palace, there is a drama of building snowmen and carving ice sculptures, but ordinary people are not qualified to end up. Those who are taking action are all the master-level figures of the Ming Dynasty. Wherever Emperor Qin Feng sat, Xiao Wu on his knees, and the queen Min Ruoxi beside him. Xiao Wen was snuggled up with Xiao Wen. On both sides, He Rentu, Huo Guang and Yinggu were on the side. Even the horse leopard who was recuperating from the wounded and curing was happily holding fox fur and drinking wine. Unlike some other masters who were wearing only a thin jacket, he was dressed enough. Now his injuries have just stabilized and he is destined to have no end.

The one who is taking action at this moment is Hu Bugui, the grandson of the Zhou family of Bozhou who has recently joined the Ming Dynasty.

If the master takes action, he will naturally be extraordinary.

The long sword sounded lightly and deshewned. Hu Bugui, who was standing with the sword, bowed to Qin Fengmin Ruoxi, who was heading upwards, turned around and moved slightly. He had reached the edge of the pond with thick ice, and floated up. The sword light passed by the ice like autumn water. With a light sound, a large piece of ice jumped up and flew into the air.

In the imperial garden, sword light lingered, and countless ice chips splashed out, turning into snow mist, falling down one after another.

After a little leaning, the sword light converged. Hu Bu returned the sword and put it in the sheath, sat back and said, "I'm so ugly."

A horse with four high hooves running down from the sky, standing steadily in the imperial garden.
Chapter completed!