[Comprehensive] Code of conduct for famous ministers

The clouds are very thick, wrapping the setting sun firmly behind, only sporadically revealing a little warm light.

The north wind whistled past, bringing the sound of wheels running over snow from a distance.

The black city wall is tall and majestic, mottled and old. After countless winds, frosts, swords, ice and fire baptisms, it still stands here silently, resisting foreign enemies, and guarding the territory within the city wall.

Here is Yanmen Pass, the first pass in the Tang Dynasty - Yanmen Pass.

The heavy city walls meander, pass through the north wind, pass through the clouds, and extend to the unreachable sky, so majestic and magnificent, it is a kind of shock that cannot be described in words.

Yan Xiubai withdrew his gaze bit by bit, put his hands that were red with cold into his sleeves, and breathed lightly.

The carriage slowed down and slowly entered Guangwu Town. This is the nearest town to Cangyun Fort. It takes less than an hour to ride a horse from the town to enter Cangyun Fort. Therefore, people from the town come and go. Everywhere I go, I can always see Cang Yun disciples wearing black armor.

Yan Xiubai was in a trance for a moment, his face was calm, but his heart was not as calm as on the surface.

Anticipation, apprehension, fear, all kinds of complicated feelings mixed together, which made him not sleep well for several days.

Everything is still the same as yesterday, everything is different.

With a crack of the whip, the rolling carriage stopped, and the rough voice of the coachman said outside: "My lord, we can only stop here, and there is Cangyun Castle in front of it. past."

Yan Xiu understood clearly and didn't make things difficult for him. After paying the fare, he found an inn to rest temporarily.

The meals in the bitter and cold borderlands are very rough, and the sons raised in the beautiful flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are naturally not used to it. Even though Yan Xiubai is not a picky person, but at this moment, facing a table of simple meals, There is a feeling of being unable to swallow.

Cangyun Castle is right in front of you, and you can faintly see the majestic and magnificent black building in the distance when you open the window.

He let out a breath slowly, trying to relieve his increasingly rapid heartbeat, but in the end he found helplessly that it seemed useless.

Cangyun Castle is heavily guarded, and ordinary people will be strictly censored if they get close, but he is not helpless.

Not to mention his background, no matter how secluded Changgemen is, there is some connection with the imperial court, which cannot be broken. No matter how strict the defense of Cangyun Castle is, it is not difficult for him.

But when things came to an end, he suddenly felt timid.

Obviously, he was the one who rushed all the way at the beginning, and he was the one who couldn't wait to come, but now he is the one who is hesitant.

It's almost like him to be so contradictory.

Of course Yan Xiubai knows what kind of mentality he is now, just like the cat he raised when he was a child, he likes it very much, holds it every day, bathes it, combs it, and plays with it, but one day it suddenly Gone, and he never saw it again.

He was a little scared, afraid that the person who had been with him for a long time would suddenly disappear like that kitten, what if he couldn't find him again.

He who has never been afraid of anyone or anything has finally become awed.

Xue Zhi is the commander-in-chief of the Xuanjia Army, with a resolute and resolute character, he is very much respected and loved by everyone in Cangyun Castle.

From the first moment Yan Xiubai saw him, he understood why Changsheng, who was as unruly as Yan, had always respected this Commander Cangyun so much.

There were only the two of them in the room, and there was no sound. Yan Xiubai, who had good hearing, could only hear the faint sound of armor clanging from outside.

Xue Zhi's resolute brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and with a little force in his hand, the weak letter paper was almost destroyed.

He suppressed all his emotions in his heart, looked sharply at the young man in front of him who was tightly wrapped up because he was afraid of the cold, and said in a deep voice: "I already know what you said in the letter. Do you know the Taoist priest who asked you to send the letter?" As he spoke, he raised the letterhead in his hand, his voice was cold and cold, "It's about the safety of the country and the survival of Cangyun, please don't hide anything, Mr. Yan."

Yan Xiu's eyebrows twitched, and he was keenly aware of something. He thought of what Yan Changsheng had told him about Tianbao's tragedies 14 years later.

He tried his best to search for the beauty's information in the dusty memory, and said after a while: "I really don't know him, but I have his portrait." He habitually touched his sleeve, but found nothing. Yes, his fan has already been sent out, and this is the only proof he can confirm that it is not a ridiculous dream.

He paused, then changed his words: "I can draw him."

"Then there will be Mr. Lao Yan, and I feel wronged to stay in the castle for a few more days." Xue Zhi nodded, the matter is of great importance, this matter must be investigated clearly, and it is absolutely impossible for him to let him go in a short time.

Fortunately, Yan Xiubai didn't want to leave either, the most important thing has not been confirmed yet, even if someone chased him away, he couldn't be chased away.

He pursed his lips, and asked almost cautiously, "Is there Yan Changsheng in the Xuanjia Army?"

Yan Xiubai's gaze fell firmly on Xue Zhi's face, not letting go of his slightest reaction, only he himself knew how fast and how heavy the heart in his chest was beating.

He saw the surprise flash across Xue Zhi's face for a moment, and then the other party's voice, low and curious, came to his ears, "Do you know Changsheng?"

The gloom that had been suffocating in my heart suddenly dissipated. Fortunately, that person still exists. Fortunately, everything that happened in the past was not a ridiculous dream that I had. When I woke up from the dream, everything was fake. .

The wind started to blow, and the flags fluttered. The cold wind wrapped in fine snow and rustled down, hitting the face with pain.

Even though his whole body was tightly wrapped, Yan Xiubai still felt very cold, but he didn't choose to go back to the house to be with the warm fire, but folded his sleeves and stood stubbornly waiting at the door.

Then he saw that figure, straight, aloof, with a sharpness that could cut people, just broke into his sight.

Someone came from the frost and snow, like a ball of ink, falling on this piece of pure white, white and black, so dazzling, so eye-catching!

Yan Xiubai held his breath, all his attention was on him, from the full forehead, the deep eyebrows, the small piece of skin exposed on the neck, the thin waist, little by little, he was focused.

The person is the one he is familiar with, yet a little strange.

Yan Xiubai gritted his teeth, frowning so much that he could tie several knots. After a long time, he frowned, and said very, very tangled, "How did you become so small?"

The person standing in front of him was not tall, not muscular, and did not have the firm outline of an adult. The body he had hugged countless times was thin and slender, and the height only reached his chin, not to mention the young and even slender body. With baby fat facial features.

Is he 15 years old? !

Reunited again, the only thing Yan Xiubai could think of was this.

The shrunken version of Yan Changsheng blinked, and then blinked again, his eyes as dark as ink made him blink innocently, and then he asked, "Do you know me? "

Yan Xiubai was very cold, different from before, it was a piercing coldness, for a moment he seemed to be unable to find his limbs.

The two pairs of eyes met each other, Yan Xiubai took a deep look at each other, then waved his sleeves, turned and left.

His footsteps became faster and faster, first he trotted, then he ran fast, and finally he even used his great lightness kung fu.

I can't hear anything in my ears, I can't hear the howling wind, and I can't hear the shouts behind me, only the sound of blood freezing in my body.

Yan Changsheng was dumbfounded, and the blue sleeves flew past his eyes, so fast that he couldn't even catch them.

With such a dazed effort, the figure he had been thinking about day and night was about to disappear in the wind and snow, so scared that he hurried after him.

Yan Xiubai's lightness kung fu is very good, light and elegant, when it landed on the snow, it was light and light, without any weight, it is not an exaggeration to say that there is no trace of stepping on the snow.

In terms of lightness kung fu, Yan Changsheng is a bit inferior. He never denies this, and he doesn't really care about it. As long as he doesn't lose in force, he has always thought so, but now he regrets it a bit, regretting that he didn't practice lightness kung fu. It's better, and I regret that I have nothing to do, so why tease him!

The wind and snow got bigger and bigger, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness all around. Seeing the blue figure getting farther and farther away, Yan Changsheng lifted his breath and shouted: "Yan Xiubai, stop!"

Of course, Yan Xiubai didn't stop, instead, his speed was faster, and he disappeared into the wind and snow in the blink of an eye.

Yan Changsheng is now a real mortal body, and he is still young. No matter how powerful he is, he has to be trapped in his current body. The moment he disappeared from sight, the breath suddenly let out.

Cold sweat soaked his back, and Yan Changsheng looked around in a daze. Matching his current appearance, he looked like a pitiful child who couldn't find a home.

But in the next second, the little pitiful turned into a Rakshasa, and he gnashed his teeth and shouted: "Yan Xiubai, you wait! Don't let me catch you!!"

"What if I get caught?!" A faint voice sounded from behind.

Yan Changsheng suddenly turned his head back, standing quietly, with a slender and tall figure, which made him love and hate him at the same time.

He exerted all his strength and rushed forward. Of course Yan Xiubai could dodge, but he didn't dodge. He was knocked down to the ground by the opponent, and the fine snow splashed on the corners of their eyebrows and hair.

Yan Changsheng suppressed the opponent's limbs, groaning and biting his face, his ear, his nose, and his chin like a small animal...

Yan Xiubai's palms began to sweat, but his tone remained calm, "That's it?"

Yan Changsheng's response was to bite harder, each bite left deep tooth marks, and there were flames burning in his pitch-black eyes. He looked down at the person trapped by him, and gritted his teeth word by word: "Catch me!" Just do it and kill you!"

The gentleness between the brows turned into vigor and provocation, "Just you?" Yan Xiubai turned over, easily reversed his position, and trapped the other party under him, "With your current stature, I'll kill you! "

"Come on!" Yan Changsheng stared at him without fear.

Yan Xiubai looked him up and down, especially a certain important part of the lower body, the clothes were too thick to see clearly, he reached out to touch it again, and crawled slowly amidst the other party's muffled groans Get up, adjust the sleeves of the robe again, and say with some disgust: "Too small, don't do it."

"Yan Xiubai—"