Since the first snowfall fell, God wanted to lose control. Several heavy snowfalls fell from time to time. Shangjing City was completely wrapped in a piece of silver, and thick snow was stored on the streets. Except for the avenue outside the imperial city that was cleaned every day and maintained its true form, there was no manpower in other places to ensure the removal of snow.

The snow was already hard by the north wind. People walked on it, and if they were not careful, they would fall down a horse, which would cause bursts of laughter. The sky was not yet dark, and there was no sign on the street. In this weather, it would be better to hide in the house. Under the night sky, green smoke rose up, burning fire to keep warm, cooking, snuggling up to the stove, drinking two taels of warm wine, which is actually a good choice.

On such a cold night, if there are still people running around, they are either forced to make a living and have to go out to find food, or they are people with ulterior motives.

As the night became deeper, the lights of Shangjing City, as dense as stars, were gradually turned off, and the entire city fell into a deep sleep stage. The soldiers who had been patrolling for most of the night were exhausted. In this period, even walking outside became an unspeakable torture, but they did not dare to be lazy at all.

I don’t know what crazy he was on his hair. In the past few days, the generals of the Guards of Shangjingcheng City suddenly crawled out of their warm nests, and stood on their posts in an abnormal manner, staring at the soldiers below to do things. In the past, there were some loopholes to be lazy, but now it’s better, and you can’t find any gaps unless you don’t want to eat this bowl of rice.

In fact, whether to eat this bowl of rice is secondly. The key is that the military law hangs high above his head. If he makes a mistake, he will serve him with a big board, or he will be locked up directly. When he thinks of the bloody buttocks of his colleagues who were beaten by the board, the extremely cold ground and cold wind in the prison, the remaining people shuddered and filled the eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart, but his body still had to honestly execute orders and go to the streets to patrol and interrogate meticulously.

Ordinary soldiers didn't know the inside story, and the generals of the City Guard only vaguely knew that there were very powerful enemies lurking in Shangjing. For the specific situation, there were probably only those cold-looking inner guards who were guarding the yamen with the generals of the City Guard.

There was no moon in the sky, but the city did not appear dark. The white snow made the whole city feel hazy beauty. At the ridge of a house, a pile of thick snow suddenly moved and fell on the roofs on both sides. A figure arched like a cat, but his eyes were staring at a big house not far away from the opposite side.

There was no voice or light, and this house looked like a dead house. It was the house that Yang Yihe, the former left prime minister of the Great Chu, had lived in. As the first person under the Emperor of Great Chu, his house was naturally the best and most luxurious in Shangjing City. After Yang Yihe was taken down and beheaded, the house was taken back by the court. However, almost two years have passed, but the house was still not given to other ministers, but was left there.

Yang Zhi was covered in plain white and almost completely integrated with the snow scene around him. He lay on the roof and stared blankly at the mansion that contained his entire boy and childhood. There was his joy, sorrow, and all his family affection.

Now, there is nothing left, only endless grief.

Some things from the past were left in the house, and Yang Zhi remembered it very clearly that he had buried some small objects under a large pine tree behind the house. Although it was just a joke from childhood, it was very precious to him now, because there were some small objects given to him by his grandmother and his parents.

He was close to him, but he couldn't go because he could clearly sense that in that big mansion, at least dozens of martial arts masters were ambushed, waiting for him to fall into the trap.

The past has passed, and this place is no longer his home. He sighed silently, and two drops of hot tears fell on the snow on the roof, melting two small snow caves. His body squirmed, and he disappeared silently on the roof like a white snake.

Half an hour later, he appeared outside the most noble place in Shangjing City. This was a high wall outside the palace. Within the vermilion wall, the towering magnificent buildings had already shown what this place. Like a ghost, Yang Zhi's figure appeared and disappeared from time to time, walking forward against the base of the palace wall. Whenever a patrol soldier came, he would stop in a hidden place like a ball of snow, his breathing and heartbeat were almost completely stagnant. A group of soldiers even passed by less than a few meters beside him, and he did not find his existence at all.

Continuing forward, he finally arrived at his destination. This was a small river that crossed the palace. Under the high palace walls was their exit. The winding river water in the palace flowed out from here. The river surface was as smooth as a mirror and had already frozen. Yang Zhi stood on the ice surface. A big hole was silently broken on the ice surface, and he quietly sank down.

Yang Zhi, who had sunk into the water, stretched out his limbs and swam forward. An iron fence was standing in front of him. He stretched out his hand and twisted it gently, and the iron fence twisted together like a twist. He swam inward like a fish.

The palace is like the Yang family's mansion, and what is left to Yang Zhi is also a beautiful picture. Because of the close relationship between his father and the emperor, when Yang Zhi was a child, he went to and from the palace as casually as when he was a child. At that time, Min Ruoying was his best playmate. The eldest prince Min Ruocheng was steady by nature and much older than Yang Zhi, so he naturally refused to play with him, a little kid, but Min Ruoying was not a few years older than him. Whenever Yang Zhi entered the palace, he would play with Min Ruoying.

At that time, both of them were naughty boys who were naughty and troubled, and they could swim from this river to the outside of the palace. They were accidentally discovered during a playful play. Since then, Min Ruoying often secretly swims out of this river at night, and outside the palace wall, Yang Zhi is always waiting for the reception.

At that time, the two of them were good friends who could talk about everything and even best friends who were making fun of each other.

As they grew older, Yang Zhi was sent to Wanjian Sect by his father, and Min Ruoying suddenly became enlightened and began to study and practice martial arts. Only then did the two of them start to go on different paths in their lives.

Now, this passage in the small river that both of them have long forgotten has become the only passage for Yang Zhi to sneak into the palace.

Yang Zhi wanted to take revenge, and he wanted to kill Min Ruoying.

Even though he knew that his behavior had a vague opportunity, he still wanted to give it a try. As he and Bi Wanjian said, because as a son of man, he had a mortal sympathy for his father, not to mention that Min Ruoying killed more than his father, but his Yang family. It was impossible to break in, not to mention that he had just been promoted to level 9, even if he was a master, if he wanted to break into the palace, there would be only one final result, death.

But Yang Zhi was different. He was too familiar with the palace. He sneaked in and found the best opportunity to kill him with one blow. As for whether he could escape afterwards, it was not within his consideration. If Min Ruoying could be killed, Yang Zhi felt that even if he had to lose his life, there was nothing to regret.

A small arch bridge looks nothing different from other places. The snow on the bridge has been cleaned up, and the river water under the bridge has long turned into an ice surface that can be seen by light. This is the only way to the Cining Palace in the palace.

Unexpectedly, under the ice surface where light can be seen, there is now a great crisis. Yang Zhi, who is extremely familiar with the palace, had sneaked into the ice surface here two days ago. A thin hollow bamboo pole was almost flush with the ice surface. If it weren't for lying on the ice surface, you would never have discovered its existence. This small bamboo pole was where Yang Zhi breathed. His whole body was like another piece of floating ice, quietly climbing onto the ice surface above his head, and he was almost completely integrated with this place.

It had been almost three days since he arrived here. The trouble was about to turn around in order to find him, but no one could imagine that the person they wanted to search for was actually hiding quietly in the palace.

Min Ruoying would definitely go to pay tribute to the Empress Dowager, and if he wanted to pay tribute, he would have to pass through this arch bridge. And only when he went to the Cining Palace to pay tribute, would he not follow the court offerings. This was Yang Zhi's only chance to take action. If he changed to other places, Yang Zhi had no chance to get close to Min Ruoying at all.

Hiding under the frozen lake for three days, without eating or drinking or moving. If it were others, even the best assassin would probably not be able to bear it. But Yang Zhi was different. In the past two years in Wanjian Valley, what he experienced was ten times more terrifying than the current predicament. For him, this was completely a pediatric department. In order to find this little opportunity, he would have the patience to wait for three days, even thirty days.

The whole person was almost in a state of semi-hibernation, and Yang Zhi was quietly waiting for this opportunity to appear.

Underwater, he suddenly opened his eyes, and above his head, there were crisp footsteps and vague voices. Yang Zhi calmed down and put the sound above his head into the ears without pulling a word.

"Your Majesty, slide on the bridge, please walk carefully." The voice was sharp, it was the eunuch's voice. It was not until this time that he finally felt the slight footsteps of another person and the long breathing sounds of another person. One person lived in front and two people were behind.
Chapter completed!