last night suddenly dreamed of mountains and rivers

Su Wang's mansion is extremely cold in winter, and more than a dozen walls of the mansion seem to be pierced to leak the wind.If the Prince Su's Mansion in the capital was a person, then he must be wearing a cheap semi-finished knitted sweater at this time, and there is no place to keep out the cold.

The person who gave this mansion was the emperor, the reason why the emperor was so unkind was mostly because he thought that the whole family of Prince Zhenxian would disappear from the capital before winter, and the least part was because he was really stingy.

King Zhen Xian was trapped in the capital, from summer to winter, his black hair turned half white.Earlier, he could still contact Zhenyou's subordinates, but now a letter was sent out, and the whereabouts of both the person and the letter were unknown.

Once the mansion is cold, the demand for coal will be particularly large.Four or five stoves were placed in one room, and after burning for a long time, the whole room became like a coal stove, with black ash flying everywhere, taking a breath of air, a nose of charcoal ash flew straight into the lungs.

Lan Jiansu couldn't stay in the hot and suffocating room any longer, so he put on the brocade fur and opened the door, and the cold wind from the sleet hit him in the face.

Before he could step out of the door, a man in black suddenly fell from the sky and landed on his door.

Lan Jiansu withdrew half of her leg and was stunned for a long time to make sure that there was no movement on the ground, so she stretched out her foot and kicked it.The man in black looked like a half-dead fish thrown ashore, his body twitched twice, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then remained motionless.

At first glance, he failed to assassinate him, and was a half-killer who was repeatedly slaughtered by Jing Xianxue as a fish.

Lan Jiansu thought with disgust, if God is so merciful, dropping a practical heater would be better than this thing.

At this moment, the woman covered in purple flew down from the roof, stood in front of Lan Jiansu, knelt down on one knee and said, "Master."

Lan Jiansu kicked the man in black, and asked Jing Xianxue, "You killed him?"

Jing Xianxue went to check on the man, and replied: "I'm not dead, I still have one breath left."

Lan Jiansu picked up the hem of the brocade fur coat, squatted beside the man in black, and pulled down his black mask.

A man who looked not too young, he looked a bit like the young man who sold vegetables in the alley in the north of the city.For a moment, Lan Jiansu didn't know whether to lament whether the master was hidden among the people, or whether he should lament the hardship of life, even the folk vegetable seller had to become a master once.

"Hey, aren't you a vegetable seller? You used to be a killer?" Seeing that he was half-breathed, Lan Jiansu didn't want to hurry up and ask something useful, but started gossiping instead.

The killer coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and said in pain, "I want you widowed..."

Flying snow fell on Lan Jiansu's face. His pupils were not dark in color before, but now they were extraordinarily clear and bright against the color of the snow.

"Who ordered you to come?" Lan Jiansu asked.

The killer said in a hoarse voice with blood in his mouth, "Unscrupulous..."

Lan Jiansu leaned closer and asked, "What? What did you say? Who is unscrupulous?"

The killer said: "Unscrupulous drug dealers, selling expired poison...I died a painful death..."

Lan Jiansu said coldly: "If you want to die, I can make you feel better."

The killer thought for a while and said, "No, I don't really want to die, I think I can save it..."

Lan Jiansu asked again: "Who ordered you to come?"

The killer laughed bloody teeth, and talked to him about the conditions: "You save me, and I will tell you if you save me."

Lan Jiansu kept silent for a while, and said coolly: "Die. It's better to die. Do you think I can't do anything against you if you die? Have you never heard of my name, Lan Jiansu? Once you die, I will kill you. Capture your soul and torture it to extract a confession, if you don't tell the truth, I will put you under the umbrella of the devil, so that you will never be reborn forever."

The killer's eyes gradually widened, and he pointed with trembling fingers: "You...you are as vicious as the rumors say!"

Lan Jiansu stared at his fingers, and suddenly grabbed his hand.

The killer drew his hand, but failed to withdraw it, and asked in a little panic, "What are you doing?"

Lan Jiansu didn't say a word, but just stared at his fingers.

The killer is a dying person, but he talks a lot. He said to himself: "I've heard that you are a broken sleeve, but you can't treat me as a dying person... and I'm here to kill you... although If you really want it, I won't necessarily refuse..."

Lan Jiansu interrupted him and called, "Jing Xianxue."

Jing Xianxue took a step forward.

"Give me your hairpin."

Jing Xianxue took off the plain wood hairpin from her hair and handed it to Lan Jiansu.

Lan Jiansu used the tip of the hairpin to scrape out some black and gray stains from the killer's nails.

The killer's other nails were clean and white, only the index finger and thumb of this hand had a little black and gray stains.If Lan Jiansu guessed correctly, it was the ashes left under the nails of the killer when he burned the secret letter.

Lan Jiansu went to the room to get water that was not enough for half a cup of tea, and stirred the paper ashes into the water.

The black ash swirls in the water, unable to dissolve, and floats on the surface of the water in a thin layer, with a little light purple gold powder.

This kind of paper is unique in the entire capital.

Zilang Courtyard.

The number one secret guard organization in the capital.

To understand the definition of "the first secret agency", it is not complicated to say that it is complicated, and it is impossible to analyze it.To put it bluntly, it has almost the same meaning as the CIA, FBI, and special investigation team.The establishment of this institution can be regarded as a measure for the emperor to consolidate his power.The talents raised there are mainly a bunch of errands for the emperor.If the emperor doesn't need them, then they are a bunch of idlers.

However, Zilang Courtyard, which originally only obeyed the orders of the ruler, changed 20 years ago.That is the member of the current Empress Gongyi's family who has become the head of the Zilang Academy.The current dean is the queen's uncle.

Since then, Zilang Courtyard is still under the direct management of the emperor on the surface, but behind the scenes, the emperor and empress have divided power.

Lan Jiansu stared at the purple gold powder in the water rising and falling, the wind and snow outside the window kept whistling, and the man on the ground was still panting.

The person who ordered that man to come was a member of Zilang Courtyard.Then, the person who really wants to kill him is either the emperor or the queen.

At night, Lan Jiansu carried the cage to Dongyuan to fetch charcoal, and saw the lonely back of Zhen Xian Wang in the pavilion.

Lan Jiansu planned to pretend not to see it.I also thought that in the summer, the foreign doctor said that his father had depression, which was the time when people needed to take good care of him. It would be very unfilial not to care about him.

Lan Jiansu then walked up the jade steps of the rockery, came to the pavilion, and shouted respectfully: "Father."

His father ignored him, and his figure remained motionless in the darkness.On the stone table was an extinguished candle.

After a while of silence, Lan Jiansu walked up to take a look, and heard King Zhen Xian's regular snoring.

His father is a strange man.To be able to sleep so soundly in this icy and snowy place without relying on any heating facilities.

I heard earlier that when King Zhenxian was young, he went to conquer Lousang with the emperor.It was a place with an extremely harsh environment, and it was as cold as the snow in Siberia.Back then, the soldiers in the army froze to death and suffered countless frostbite injuries, but King Zhen Xian gave the emperor all the warm clothes all over his body, and they were still able to survive.

Therefore, King Zhenxian should have grown a layer of human skin to keep warm.

Not afraid of the cold, Lan Jiansu couldn't let King Zhen Xian fall asleep here alone, and it wouldn't sound good to spread the word.

He went up and patted Zhenxian on the shoulder and said, "Father."

King Zhenxian's snoring stopped suddenly, and he opened his eyes to see Lan Jiansu's face illuminated by the orange lantern light.

"It's you." King Zhenxian gradually lowered his vigilance, and slowly sat up straight.

"Father, if you are sleepy, go back to sleep." Lan Jiansu said.

King Zhen Xian was silent.He lifted the blue and white porcelain jug on the table and poured himself a glass of cold wine. After drinking a glass, he smiled wryly at the wine: "Tell me, is this king self-inflicted? In the history books, historians will write the emperor's words Calling to catch a turtle in an urn. And I am the bastard who fell into the urn by myself."

Lan Jiansu thought that his father might still be in a drowsy sleep, so he said something he couldn't understand: "Father, when you are sentimental, I become very uncomfortable."

King Zhenxian sighed for a long time, and only drank one glass of wine after another.

Lan Jiansu, who was not used to it at all, was actually a little sentimental when he saw that he had a long drink of cold wine.

The sentimental atmosphere between the two was broken by a voice below.

Under the rockery, the snow was piled up on a road thick with cotton wool. Su Yinyou, who was wearing a bright red warm robe, kicked the charcoal-holding boy on the buttocks: "Hurry up! Slow down! What do you eat?"

The little servant covered his buttocks with his right hand, and cried out in pain: "Ouch! Master, my second master won't freeze to death now..."

Su Yinyou kicked him again: "Hurry up if I tell you to hurry up, what are you talking about?"

The little servant kept screaming and begging for mercy, like a duck chased away by a bamboo pole, he hurried to Xiyuan where Lan Jiansu lived.

Lan Jiansu looked back from Su Yinyou, and found that Zhenxian Wang Shang was staring at his beloved son.

"If one day," the voice of King Zhenxian said to Lan Jiansu, "this king loses power, with your ability, you must do your best to protect You'er."

Lan Jiansu returned to Xiyuan.

Su Yinyou brought two jugs of fine wine and stood at the door of his room, his face was a little blue from the freezing sky, but he didn't appear to be very afraid of the cold.On the contrary, it was the boy holding the charcoal, standing aside trembling, wishing to shake off the fur all over his body.

"Second master is not here, Your Highness, shall we leave the charcoal at the door and go back?" The servant said every word as if he was biting an ice cube, and his two rows of teeth kept chattering.

Su Yin gave him a worried look: "Put it at the door, how do you know if it will be taken away by others? If you talk too much, get the hell out of here."

The boy shut his mouth and didn't dare to speak anymore, his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Lan Jiansu walked into the gate of Xiyuan, and when the boy saw him, it was as if he had seen a savior come down to earth.Su Yinyou turned her head and saw his figure, her eyes lit up instantly: "Are you back?"

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