Everyone in the entire academy gathered at the gate of the academy, and the entrance to the largest palace in Kyoto was so crowded that no one could pass through.
Another young man went down the steps and ran toward Song Qingtang in small steps.
Heavy snow fell like goose feathers, and corpses all over the ground were covered in silvery white.
The young man approached and said very softly: Erlang
Song Qingtang stood coldly as if he hadn't heard anything.
You have worked hard all night. Go and have a rest first. The gentlemen are very worried about you.
Song Qingtang said nothing.
The young man waited aside.
After a long time, the young man urged in a low voice: Erlang?
Go back. Song Qingtang finally spoke, his voice hoarse and dry.
The young man was helpless and nodded.
The abuses of the crowd behind them were not silenced by the heavy snow. If someone had not stopped them, some people even picked up rocks and snowballs and tried to throw them at the Xuanwu troops.
Xia Zhaoyi came out of the small door on the side, his eyes swept across the sea of people on the snow, and fell on Song Qingtang in the distance.
He won't come back. The young man said after he came back that he has had this donkey temper ever since he was a child.
Xia Zhaoyi looked towards them after hearing this.
The young man looked over with some feelings and met her eyes.
There are many female relatives in Dongping Academy, like Mr. Da Han, who has four granddaughters alone. They often like to come to the academy to borrow books. So he didn't think much about the little girl who appeared here now, with an elegant and light temperament.
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Xia Zhaoyi withdrew his gaze and looked back at Song Qingtang.
Those gentlemen were all worried and continued to discuss countermeasures with everyone.
Some said that they should go into the palace and ask questions, some said that they should leave the city to avoid the limelight, and some said that they could only stay and work together.
Xia Zhaoyi's eyes looking at Song Qingtang became blurry, and gradually seemed to look through him to an unknown distance.
is that useful?
Xia Zhaoyi said very softly in her heart.
The so-called loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, right and wrong, are just tactics used to maintain order and stability.
When the powerful person chooses to tear off the mask of hypocrisy and break everything, then under the control of absolute violence and without breaking away from the authority of the powerful person, all decisions will be in vain.
Why is the emperor doing this? A voice over there asked sadly, did he believe someone's slander, so he wanted to attack us?
No one answered, and the question was quickly flooded.
A sneer appeared on Xia Zhaoyi's lips. She lowered her eyes and opened the umbrella in her hand.
The silk umbrella suddenly bloomed, like a navy blue flower, and everyone looked at it subconsciously.
She looked back at Mr. Zhan Chen and Mr. Qiu, smiled, and stepped down the steps.
Mr. Zhan Chen and Mr. Qiu were stunned, but did not dare to call her name.
After she walked down the steps, she walked towards Song Qingtang. Her footprints fell on the heavy snow, leaving almost no traces.
Song Qingtang looked like a cold stone statue, with a thick layer of snowflakes accumulated on his silver armor.
If you continue to stand, you will freeze to death. The girl's clear voice sounded, and the already light tone sounded even colder in the heavy snow.
Song Qingtang was stunned for a moment, and finally turned to look at her.
The girl looks good, with fair complexion and rosy cheeks, like pear blossoms with snow.
Who asked you to come here? Xia Zhaoyi asked.
Song Qingtang paused and said: Shen Lie. Why are you here?
Come and see the heroes. Xia Zhaoyi smiled.
There were two shallow dimples on her lips, showing that she was really smiling.
Song Qingtang looked a little uncomfortable, looked away and said: What is there to say about being a hero?
If there is still a tough battle to be fought, do you think you can fight it with your current physical condition? Xia Zhaoyi asked.
