"Bai has a bold guess. Perhaps, this is the poisonous insect spread in the southwest. Gu is also called poisonous poison. Together with head-dropping and puppetry, it is also known as the three major tricks." He said solemnly,
"Concerning the poison of poison, it cannot be cured by ordinary drugs. The poison lives on by attaching itself to flesh and blood. When a person dies, he turns into a skeleton. The poison is immortal, but this insect is afraid of fire."
"So Liujiazhuang was completely burned down." She said coldly.
Bai Zhi lowered her hands, put the poisonous insects into a porcelain bottle, and sealed it with wax. "It is not common for people who are good at poisoning. Since it is done by the white barbarians in the southwest, if you follow the clues, you can always find some clues."
Liu Ruyan was silent for a moment. There are Shu, Tubo and Dali in the southwest, which are widely distributed. "But why are they white barbarians again..."
Bai Zhi raised her eyes, "How do you say this?"
"Remember that I once mentioned to you that Cang Zhu's murderer was also a Baiman." She mentioned the old story again, "Maybe... it's just a coincidence?"
There is no connection between the two things. Cangzhu is his pharmacy clerk, and he has never met the Liu family.
Liu Ruyan thought for a while, "I remember that day when I went to the bamboo house to look for you, and I overheard what the murderer said... When Xuan Kun Yin was born, would the Bai family, as the successor of the Eight Sages, sit idly by?"
Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi's face was shocked. He took a step forward and asked in an urgent voice, "What else did the other party say?"
"He wants you to hand over the Xuankun Seal." Liu Ruyan said calmly.
"I will never give it to him!" Bai Zhi lost her gentleness and stared straight ahead, "This seal is a relic of my ancestors. How can I hand it over casually? What's more, that person is vicious and his crime is unforgivable!"
Liu Ruyan considered it carefully: "The opponent's methods are treacherous, and his skills may not be inferior to Uncle Quan. It would be too risky for me to go south to pursue the murderer. Brother Bai is still..."
"Are you afraid that you will implicate me?" Bai Zhi interrupted her unfinished words, "Since Bai is willing to restore your inner strength, he will not break his promise. There is no need to mention words of advice."
Liu Ruyan smiled in relief. Yes, Xian Yao was an upright person, with sharp eyes but a warm heart in his heart.
After restoring the morgue to its original state, she and Bai Zhi stepped out and stood in front of the front teeth of Dali Temple. They looked at the time and saw that Shen Yanchu was almost healed.
Palace City, Daming Palace.
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty, dressed in regular clothes, sat in front of the case and reviewed the excerpts.
He raised his eyes and glanced at the candlestick covered with a gauze curtain. He paused with the ink pen in his hand and said, "Telford, take away the veil."
Defu responded and bowed to get the veil.
Familiarly, the originally pure white gauze suddenly revealed a few words, like a wolf's hair falling off paper, stroke by stroke, outlining the powerful small regular script.
Defu panicked and called out: "Sage, why has this veil changed..."
Emperor Han rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that he was making a fuss and making a lot of noise.
Turning to look at the cover, he saw the white gauze showing words out of thin air, and his face suddenly darkened, "It's just a small trick, I really think I'm easy to fool, Defu, who is on duty tonight?"
Defu hugged the gauze cover, bowed and said: "Back to the saint, tonight the old slave and Eunuch Chang are guarding outside, but no one has come in the room, let alone written on this cover."
"Show it to me."
Defu hurriedly offered it with both hands.
A line of small regular script appeared on the plain white veil, and the Han Emperor read out the words: "The heroic soul of the Liu family will bear the grievances, and within three days, ice and snow will fall from the sky."
This is talking about the Liujiazhuang rebellion.
At present, the soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty were approaching, and the Emperor of Han became angry every time he thought of this incident, and he knocked the veil to the ground.
"It's ridiculous, you are a collaborator with the enemy and treason, and you still dare to claim injustice!" He shouted, "I have issued an oral order to the imperial army to strictly guard the palace. Anyone who is suspicious in the palace will be captured."
"Old slave, I accept the order." Defu leaned over and bowed. Just as he was about to exit, he heard a slight change in the tone of the Han Emperor who was standing above him.
"Let the people from Si Tianjian come to see me."
"Here——"
Si Tianjian is responsible for calculating solar terms, observing astronomical phenomena, and formulating calendars. His ability to do calculations is quite mysterious.
Mr. Cao, the supervisor, had loosened his robes and had just warmed up his bed when he was taken out by a decree from the palace and directly invited into the saint's palace.
He raised his head and glanced at the palace door, straightened his clothes, and stepped into the palace with a solemn expression.
"My lord - pay homage to your majesty!"
Emperor Han raised his eyelids after Mr. Cao came in, and his eyes fell back to the book in his hand, "Since Si Tianjian can predict the future weather, will it snow in the next few days?"
Mr. Cao secretly brushed off a cold sweat.
He thought that the saint's summons in the middle of the night was a big event, so he replied calmly: "New Year's Eve will be in three days. According to the observation of my officials, the heavy snowfall is an auspicious sign."
"It would snow at this time in previous years?" Emperor Han asked again.
Mr. Cao did not dare to be careless, "Nine times out of ten, this is the case."
"Then someone is playing tricks." Emperor Han whispered, looking at the prisoner standing below, "It's none of your business, please step back."
Master Cao agreed verbally, but secretly thought in his heart: Emperor Han sent him to the palace just to inquire about the weather?
Weird, weird.
The next day.
The fact that the Han Emperor summoned Si Tianjian late at night became known to the whole court, for no other reason than that. Now that the New Year is approaching, civil and military officials can count on ushering in the seven-day Spring Festival, commonly known as the Golden Week.
This festival is approaching, and it is a rare long holiday.
The officials wait and look forward to it, and sit upright at the slightest sign of trouble, fearing that the holiday will be wasted.
It was routine to go to court in the morning. Except for the military attache who reported the military situation on the front line from time to time, there seemed to be no other important matters to report. The officials hunched their necks and waited to leave the court.
Day after day, another three days passed.
After the last morning court session of the old year, a welcoming feast for the new year will be held in the Daming Palace for the enjoyment of the emperor and his ministers.
Officials who usually have a harmonious relationship have already gathered together to chat and wait for the banquet.
"I heard that the Holy Father summoned Mr. Cao a few days ago. Why?" asked the Minister of Rites.
Master Cao chuckled lightly, "I just asked about some weather conditions, maybe it's for this feast."
He glanced at the white snow outside, "It was still snowing heavily last night. Let's stop this morning. I'll have someone prepare some ice cubes later. Next year, it will be the best thing to use to relieve the heat."
Everyone was talking, but when they heard the sound of "Your Majesty has arrived" coming from outside the palace, they all fell silent.
When the Emperor of Han took his seat, all the officials came out. After paying homage to the emperor, they stood up and stood up.
The waiter faced west and announced loudly: "There is a decree——"
All officials pay their respects again.
"The celebration of assuming a new position is the same as becoming a public official."
——I celebrate the new year with everyone.
All the officials knelt on the ground and shouted long live.
The ceremony is completed.
The officials returned to their seats and sat down.
Wine and delicacies were brought to the table by the waiters, and the dancers filed out.
When the feast was in full swing, the Han Emperor turned his cup carelessly and looked out the window through the graceful dancing girls.
Among the branches, a few crystals fell scatteredly, and it snowed again...
The sky was dark, and in an inn a few miles away, there were people looking out of the window.
"The imperial court has issued an order. All the scouts working outside Liujiazhuang have been exiled. As the mastermind, Liu Ruyan deserves to be punished for his crime, and a nationwide reward is offered for his arrest." Shen Yanchu glanced at the young man sitting in the room, "Do you really think that just by doing this?
Can a winter snow make the Han Emperor withdraw his decree?"
"Who said it was snowing in winter?" Liu Ruyan looked up at the falling ice crystals, "When a dragon passes by, hail will fall, ice will cover thousands of miles, and the power of God will be furious."
As her words faded away, suddenly, a muffled thunder resounded across the sky.
The sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dark clouds were as thick as spreading ink. In just a moment, Kyoto was shrouded in clouds and mist.