Chapter 525 He is dead
After a moment of daze, Xu Yuan stood up subconsciously, his voice slightly confused:
“Didn’t she go to the Imperial Prefect’s Mansion to celebrate the New Year today? Why is she still in the mansion now?”
As he spoke, Xu Yuan rubbed his dizzy head and walked towards the gate of the inner courtyard, but he was probably really drunk. He could make three turns in a straight line in the flat hall, and the world around him was spinning. Even if he was running the Blood Origin Heart Destruction Technique, it was difficult for him to stabilize his figure. He had to take two quick steps to hold on to the beams in the hall before he fell flat on the ground.
The wind and snow caressed the black robe gently, Xu Yinhe stood at the entrance of the hall, looking back at Xu Yuan's slightly funny action, his voice was gentle:
“It’s almost the ugly time now.”
When you are ugly?
After thinking for a while, Xu Yuancai realized that Chou Shi was right behind Zi Shi. The distance between the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion was actually not too far. The ordinary beast-cart ride only took about a quarter of an hour, so Ran Qingmo's journey would be even shorter. But I heard from my father that Ran Qingmo had been wandering outside for half an hour.
Thinking of this, Xu Yuan held on to the beam and sighed softly:
“She probably came back after accompanying the Imperial Master to welcome the New Year.”
“That’s about it.”
“Ha” Xu Yuan chuckled and then fell silent.
“Aren’t you going to see her?”
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Xu Yinhe glanced at the direction of the palace city with his deep eyes and said:
Xu Yinhe hesitated for a moment, then explained aloud:
“At least, until he dies.”
Xu Yinhe’s voice was very light:
Xu Yuan's voice was slightly disappointed.
Thoughts run very slowly when drunk, and the strings of reason are easily broken, but Xu Yuan has not reached that level yet. He was silent for a while. He glanced at the flying snow under the dark sky and said softly:
“If I saw her tonight, why would I hide it in the first place?”
Xu Yuan’s eyes were slightly solemn:
“Besides him, there should be no one else in the dynasty who can be called dead.”
"He will definitely take action against the prime minister before he dies. As a father, he is not afraid, but you can't."
"I know."
However, after a moment of pause, Xu Yuan tried his best to stand up straight, glanced in the direction of the inner courtyard door, and said:
“Father, can I ask you something?”
Xu Yuan shook his head slightly:
Xu Yinhe glanced at Xu Yuan in surprise and reminded:
“Such unfounded predictions are not credible.”
“Li Yaoxuan?”
However, after a moment of silence, Xu Yuan still asked:
“Father, how long will my suspended animation last?”
Xu Yuan responded softly, but there was a bit of sadness in his eyes.
According to the timeline of "Cangyuan", Jiantian Pavilion's prediction was actually quite accurate. In the forty-sixth year of Jiajing, Emperor Jiajing did indeed pass away.
Xu Yinhe’s expression remained as usual, and his words were still to the point:
“That’s it”
“I suddenly remembered that Jiantiange said that Li Yaoxuan would die last year.”
“About Jian Zong?”
Xu Yuan smiled when he heard this:
“I can’t hide anything from you.”
Xu Yinhe's eyes flashed with helplessness:
"Since you first returned to Beijing, you have consulted a lot of internal references about Jian Zong in the study, but this kind of thing is beyond your control as a father. Jian Zong is the leader of the clan alliance, so we can only get rid of it with thunderous means. Only then can we give the sect a shock."
Xu Yuan rubbed his eyebrows, took a step forward, and said with a smile he already knew on his lips:
"Of course I know this, but father, what I mean is, can the affairs of the Sword Sect be left to children?"
Xu Yinhe’s eyes were as sharp as a hawk, staring at Xu Yuan:
“You have already discussed this matter with your father once.”
After the Jingjiang Mansion killed Qin Mo, the protagonist of the plot, Xu Yuan had already used the Tianxun Yuanjing on Xu Changge's body to ask for a chance from his father.
But this time, he wanted more.
The eyes were on him, maybe because he was drunk, but Xu Yuan had no scruples. After taking a deep breath, he said softly:
“That time I just asked for an opportunity, this time I want to take full responsibility for it.”
This time is different from the past. That time he could just start practicing. Now after experiencing Shengshan and the Northern Territory, he believed that his father would give him this opportunity.
Xu Yinhe slowly closed his eyes and asked slowly:
“Because of Ran Jianli’s disciple?”
Xu Yuan smiled slightly:
“Well, I promised her that I would find a way to save Jian Zong, and she believed it.”
Xu Yinhe had a hint of thought in his eyes, as if he understood something, but he still said a sentence lightly:
“This is a promise that cannot be fulfilled.”
“If you don’t try, how do you know it can’t be achieved?”
“Changtian, you are still a little drunk tonight.”
“If I were really drunk, I would have gone to see Ran Qingmo by now.”
The wind and snow whimpered, and the hall was silent.
Xu Yinhe tightened and loosened his arms behind him, and exhaled a breath of helplessness:
“What are you going to do?”
Xu Yuan was overjoyed when he heard this, but when he looked at the gray-haired middle-aged man in front of him, his mood was inexplicably complicated.
This father was really good to them. Even though the destruction of the Sword Sect was an important part of his plan, he was still willing to make changes because of him.
After thinking about the words slowly, Xu Yuan said quickly:
"I have actually been doing this a long time ago, but I can't tell you the specific plan yet. I can only tell you now that if my plan goes well, I won't even need to use troops against the Jianzong."
Xu Yinhe heard a slight smile on his lips:
“Chang Tian, the way to fulfill one promise is not to make another promise.”
This reply did not go beyond Xu Yuan's expectations.
Painting is a technical job, but this dad is obviously not one to eat empty cakes.
With a low laugh, Xu Yuan looked at his father and said:
"So I won't ask for any help from the Prime Minister's office on this matter. I just need you to tell me all the plans against the Sword Sect, and then give me the power to order the commander once when the plan is implemented. Just once."
Xu Yinhe still did not agree immediately. After pondering for a while, he asked aloud:
“What if your plan fails?”
“I will destroy the Sword Sect with my own hands.”
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After getting the promise from his father, Xu Yuan braved the wind and snow and walked out of the main hall of the inner courtyard. On the way back to his courtyard, he inevitably passed by the main entrance of the inner courtyard.
The snow on the ground has been up to the ankles for more than an hour in the past, and the sound of crunching snow on it can be heard far away in the silent night.
His eyes lingered on the thick and wide courtyard door for a moment, and Xu Yuan silently withdrew his gaze without any intention of stopping.
Ran Qingmo should be behind that door.
On the long New Year's Eve, she probably wanted to come to the inner courtyard to ask him if he was home for the New Year, but she was afraid of disturbing their reunion.
He could even imagine the big ice cube behind the door, circling around while hesitating whether to knock on the door or not.
A smile unconsciously appeared on Xu Yuan's lips, but his steps did not stop.
The sound of his footsteps on the snow should be heard.
With a door separated, Ran Qingmo probably only needed to use his mind and soul to probe a little to see him.
However, Xu Yuan was not worried at all.
Because her master said it was impolite.
So along the way, Da Bingtuozi would never use his mind and soul to randomly explore other people's yards.
With these things in mind, Xu Yuan passed by the gate of the inner courtyard without realizing it, and returned to his courtyard with his eyes lowered.
But whether it was a drunken delusion, before he stepped into his own courtyard, he heard the inner courtyard door seem to be opened from the inside.
Xu Yinhe's eyes calmly swept across the falling snow covered with footprints outside the door, and landed on the girl in black clothes standing at the door.
The girl in black clothes looked at the suddenly opened door and the middle-aged man who appeared at the door. She subconsciously stopped and her dark eyes widened.
She didn't seem to expect that someone would open the door suddenly.
But after seeing the person clearly, I understood in my heart.
She was discovered.
There was a moment of silence,
Ran Qingmo looked at the middle-aged man at the door and asked carefully and tentatively:
“Uncle Xu Yuan, has he gone home today?”
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There was no immediate response. The middle-aged man stared at the girl in black clothes quietly, seeming to be considering something.
After quite a while,
In Ran Qingmo’s expectant eyes, Xu Yinhe said softly:
"He is dead."
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Quiet, you can hear the falling snow.
A careful look settled on his face, Ran Qingmo blinked, and then his beautiful black and translucent eyes gradually widened, his slender red fingertips were clenched under the sleeves, and his red lips opened, as if he wanted to say something, but But couldn't tell.
She is not stupid,
She immediately thought of what she had seen and heard in the Prime Minister's Mansion these days.
All the servants and guests in the Prime Minister's Mansion have never mentioned Xu Yuan.
This is unreasonable.
It’s really unreasonable
“Creak.”
In silence,
She subconsciously took a step back and stepped into the snow. As she watched the middle-aged man in black robe, her eyes changed from tranquility to confusion. Her breathing gradually became more and more constricted with her chest. Her quiet and elegant voice was full of confusion and confusion:
“Is he dead?”
Looking at the girl's reaction, Xu Yinhe sighed in his heart, his expression did not change at all, and his voice still maintained the same tone:
“Yes, he just said it himself.”
(End of this chapter)