The moon shadows are sparse, and the stars in the night are scattered, illuminating this vast land.

A man in blue stood on the city tower, and the cold wind blew by, and he narrowed his eyes and looked away.

With the long hair flying, the corners of his eyes are red, his face looks a little haggard, but he still can't hide the bleakness and cruelty revealed in his bones.

The thin lips under the bridge of the nose are tightly pursed, as if they are secretly worried.

The elegant and beautiful boy of the sect raised his cup and rolled his eyes to the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree facing the wind, and I am afraid that this is the case.

A pair of cold eyes looked at the brightly lit imperial city.

"Emperor, the emperor..." The lips opened lightly, and the words he spoke were not as deserted as the surface, but instead felt a little weak and weak.

A ray of wind flashed, and in a moment, a man in black knelt in front of the man in blue.

Wearing this sleeveless jacket, the cloud lotus pattern embroidered with long sleeves on the right arm is lifelike.

There is a velvet tiger skin tied around the waist, which is produced from a rare white tiger, and its value is even more precious than gems.

Joy flashed across the man's face and he said anxiously: "Where has the young master gone? Why don't you say anything to me? Now that the army has not arrived, the young master acts alone, so you must be more careful to prevent being plotted against by someone who is interested."

The man's expression seemed a little unreal under the moonlight. His words were not right: "Chongli, I finally found her."

"What is the young master talking about?" The man called Chongqing Li was stunned.

The wind became stronger and stronger, scattering the ink hair scattered on his chest.

The man's eyes suddenly changed, and his murderous aura was faintly, "It's been three years..."

The face was too white, and a trace of breath was like wandering.

The man coughed gently, trying to suppress the sound, but the more he coughed, the louder he cried.

Seeing the man covering his chest and coughing violently, his face gradually turned a little red due to the violent ups and downs of his chest.

Chongqing Li immediately stepped forward and supported his shaking body worriedly.

"It's time to take medicine." A gentle whisper slipped through the man's ear, and Chongli sighed lightly, "Don't be too arrogant."

"The cicada awakens before it moves, and I don't know if it plots to die in the siege. This is the peace of the last night of the imperial capital..." The man raised his hand and signaled it was fine.

The bell in the sleeves emitted a crisp sound, a faint fragrance of medicine was emitted, and the face was like a white porcelain mask, without expression.

"Let's go!"

Chongli didn't say anything, and smiled bitterly like a sigh, holding the man turned around and disappeared under the night sky.

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Li Yunqing should be glad that it was because of the reason why the two major forces wanted to go to Beijing.

In the past few days, Baili Qizhen rarely went to Xianlu Pavilion to meet Feng Yan's demon girl, and Baili Mu and Yun Wan's marriage was also pushed back.

The entire court experienced a rare peace since the incident in Jiangbei.

Of course, it may be peace for Li Yunqing, the person on the tip of the knife, but for those officials who are idle and have nothing to do and think about the government, it may be peace before the storm.

After all, the legendary Chongjiabao and the Rongwang Mansion, which never showed their true face, came to Beijing in a hurry, one after another. How many people did this scare?

Since the assassination that night, Li Yunqing has not gone to Mo Chi anymore. After all, there are different identities, so it is better to meet less.

Mo Chi never came to find her until that day Mo Chi entered the imperial palace in white at night, stood on the trunk of a tree, and told her with a serious face.

"I'm going to spend a few days to say goodbye to you."
Chapter completed!