You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
The days of ascetic cultivation are always so boring and boring.
Fang Ruo closed his eyes and felt the energy between heaven and earth, sketching out strange characters one after another.
After the war thirteen years ago, his daily life had been like this. Apart from occasionally going out to kill a few people, there was nothing else.
Fang Ruo is a person who has been living in the past.
Tranquility is different. Tranquility has no past.
Fang Ruo opened his eyes dissatisfied and counted the time in his mind. The progress was still too slow. If this continued, it would be too long before he could enter the Tao.
I guess I won't be able to catch up.
Li Han looked at the woman whose face was covered by black gauze with a cold expression.
"Just arrived?"
The woman nodded.
Li Han walked towards the Penal Department Office.
The woman said nothing and followed him silently.
Li Han frowned and asked, "No need to rest?"
The woman shook her head and continued to follow.
"Then just wait. There are still many official documents to be processed today." After saying that, Li Han walked in without looking back.
Only the woman was left standing outside the government office.
The Punishment Department has been quite busy these days. It should not just be the Punishment Department. The war is about to start. There is an endless stream of people in front of all departments in Kyoto.
As the New Year is approaching, long queues of local officials return to Beijing to report on their duties, making noise and enthusiasm.
However, after a few quarrels, it became quiet in front of the criminal department, and everyone unconsciously noticed the beautiful woman standing at the door.
Although I deliberately didn't look at it, my attention was magically attracted to it.
Her exquisite figure has an outstanding temperament, and she stands there cutely, which makes people inexplicably like her.
Inside the Criminal Department, the official at the door cautiously walked to Li Han's desk and asked: "Your Excellency, that woman has refused to leave..."
Li Han did not stop the pen in his hand and continued to write the official document without raising his head: "Don't worry about it. If she wants to stand, let her stand."
The officials agreed and prepared to leave.
Li Han suddenly raised his head and asked, "Your Excellency, you're not here again?"
"Yes. After His Majesty issued the decree, he came to see me on the first day and never came again."
Li Han waved his hand unhappily: "Go ahead."
"Yes." the official replied.
Heaven and earth.
Ninth Young Master was lying on the lap of a beautiful woman.
He closed his eyes and listened to the boy's report.
After hearing this, the Ninth Young Master smiled and said, "Go and guard."
The boy nodded and left.
"Brother Ninth wants to take a look?" Princess Puyang asked softly as she knelt down opposite and made tea.
Ninth Young Master stood up and asked the beauty to arrange her clothes: "Go! Of course I'm going. Not only am I going, but you are going too."
After thinking for a moment, he added: "Zhaoyang also needs to go. In the next post, let me ask him to have tea and watch a movie."
The group leader said indifferently: "Watching a show? She's just a saint with a nine-glass mirror. Is she that good-looking?"
"It's a fairy from the sky who came down to earth and entered this world. Isn't it worth watching to fall in love and kill each other with the talents of our Zhao Kingdom?"
The Ninth Young Master stretched out his hand to hook up the beauty who was playing with her clothes with her head lowered. He looked at her beautiful face and caressed her lovingly: "What's the point of a child who kills his father? In the second battle of the Dragon Vein Battle,
It’s more interesting.”
The weather in the south is always warm. Although winter has already arrived, it is not unbearably cold.
It rained a few times, but it only added a little bit of coolness.
It does rain more this winter. In previous years, the rainy season was in summer, and it doesn’t rain very often in winter.
The sky is also gray, and the thin clouds that prevent sunlight from shining through make people feel more depressed and dull than the cloudy sky.
Weather like this always makes people uncomfortable. It feels like there is a heavy weight pressing on my chest, I can't breathe, and it seems that even the beating of my heart is harder than usual.
Several teahouses and inns opposite the Criminal Department were already full.
The best viewing position is naturally occupied by the Ninth Young Master. Princess Zhaoyang and Fang Yuan are sitting opposite, and next to them is the smiling Puyang Princess.
The four most distinguished young people of Zhaoguo's generation are sitting here, and the people below don't even dare to breathe.
Zhaoyang had a frosty look on his face: "You called me here just to see her dazed?"
Mr. Jiu slowly sipped his tea: "It's also beautiful for a beauty to be in a daze, don't be anxious."
"A vixen, I don't dare to show my face, but I dare to say that she is beautiful."
Mr. Jiu looked at Zhaoyang very disappointed: "I used to like good faces, then I liked good figures, and now, I prefer those with temperament. You don't understand. You are still a little girl, a beautiful person, stand here."
It’s a sight to behold there.”
Zhaoyang was still about to say something when he heard someone say from behind: "Hey! Listening to your words is better than ten years of reading! I just realized today that I am really shallow."
Zhaoyang looked back and saw the scholar with drooped eyebrows emerging from the stairs with a vulgar look on his face.
The scholar raised his hand and said, "I have met three Your Highnesses!"
Then he specially saluted Fang Yuan: "I have met Duke Rong."
He found an empty seat and sat down: "How can you do something like seeing a beauty without me? Your Highness, please forgive me for coming here uninvited."
Ninth Young Master chuckled: "How can I blame you? I blame me for forgetting to send the post. This big show can be done without us, but it can't be done without you, a disciple of the saint."
The young master waved his hand and said, "No need to invite me. I came here just because I smelled the beauty. Your Highness, the Crown Prince, just doesn't mind my shameless intrusion."
Ninth Young Master didn't care and asked for tea and water.
A few people were sitting upstairs waiting. The Hou Young Master and the Ninth Young Master had a similar chemistry, and soon they were chatting about romance. Their obscene expressions and voices made Princess Zhaoyang and Fang Yuan frown.
Zhaoyang patted the table and glared at the two of them.
The young master was wise and stopped talking.
Ninth Young Master lost interest and was drinking tea and eating snacks.
The day is getting late.
The gate of the government office opened, and it was time to go off duty.
The officials rushed out in a hurry without any delay.
No one dared to stay.
After a while, everyone was gone.
Li Han raised his head and looked around, smiled casually, and stretched.
He slowly put aside the official documents he had just processed.
I carefully packed up the pens, inks, and papers and put things back to their original places.
After putting it away, I looked at it carefully several times.
Frowning, he slightly moved the inkstone an inch to the right.
Li Han's expression relaxed and he turned around and went out.
"Have you been waiting for a long time?"
The saint's face was calm, as if the person standing here all day was not her, and she shook her head to indicate that she was fine.
Li Han asked again: "Here?"
Then he turned around and looked at the crowded teahouse opposite: "It seems like we can only stay here."
The saint didn't care about the audience around her. She never cared about this.
The important thing is that now that the game is over, who is stronger and who is weaker will have to fight to find out.
"Jiu Jing, Su Yan." A crisp voice came.
Li Han looked serious and replied seriously: "Legalist, Li Sang Hyuk! Please enlighten me!"