Everything is still the same as before.

Nothing has changed.

Li Baijing did not wander around or go to the direction where the prince was. He walked towards the "East Palace" and towards the side hall where his mother Qi Yu was... It was a smooth journey. There seemed to be no guards in the palace tonight, and everything was making way for him.

There seems to be no need to be careful at all.

Tielu had seen him long ago.

The prince had already made arrangements... There might be ambushes hidden in other places in the palace, but the direction leading to his mother was really peaceful.

Li Baijie came to the East Palace. Although the gate of the palace was open, the bedroom was silent and the gauze curtain was tightly brushed.

A door lock was locked inside.

However, the girl's two fingers passed by, and cut off the door lock directly through a door. It gently fell to the ground with the door pushing action, and was hooked by the girl's foot without making any sound.

Li Baijing stood outside the door.

He pushed the wooden door open a narrow crack, but did not enter.

He stood quietly like a wooden stake, his outstretched hand slowly pulled away, hovering outside the wooden door, as if he regretted opening the door himself.

The girl who had recovered from her "ignorance" briefly held the rusty iron lock in her hands and watched this scene in dismay.

A scent of her natural favorite was slowly radiating from it.

Li Baijing looked at her and asked softly: "If the fight starts later, how long will it take for the sir's soul to wake up?"

The girl blinked, held the iron lock, and slowly sat on the ground. The distance between her pupils gradually became larger and her eyes became loose.

Li Baijing received no answer.

He seemed to be thinking and measuring... it was his mother. This time he came to Tiandu, one was to bring back his old subordinates, and the other was to enter the palace to take his mother away. Before he came, he thought that the latter would be more difficult.

But unexpectedly, the plan to enter Tiandu was discovered by the prince, and all the old subordinates were killed tonight.

But entering the palace... was extremely relaxed.

How many obstacles will you encounter when you take Qi Yu away next? Mr. Ganlu encountered some problems in his practice. Now it is difficult to be able to attach a wisp of soul to a girl and accompany him into the sky. If he cannot show his holy moments at a critical moment... the trouble will be great.

These thoughts were entangled in Li Baijing's mind.

The second prince made a choice.

He withdrew his hand, stepped into the hall quickly, and then stopped.

The plan that was conceived in my mind was terminated here-

The moonlight could not pass through the yellow paper of the bamboo window, and could only cast a hazy and blurry shadow. A thin shadow hanging on the beam of the roof was shaking, leaving only the neck and cotton tumbling, and no longer breath... Because of not eating for too long, Qi Yu was as thin as a bamboo pole, wearing a wide palace robe, looking like a free bird - I don’t know where she got the strength, and she could still struggle to hang herself onto the beam of the roof.

A wooden stool that was kicked over was lying on the ground.

This quiet scene is like a cannonball.

Heavy hit Li Baijing's heart.

The young man who had long been used to life and death, his nose was sore and he felt the sadness of bone cutting. He silently came under his mother, straightened the stool, and hugged the body.

The girl who was already confused had arrived at Li Baijing at some point.

Han Yue's soul spoke quietly and asked, "What did the prince do?"

Li Baijing shook his head.

"It's not him."

Before my mother died, she carefully painted herself with rouge on her lips. The scene was very clean, without any traces of fighting, and the door locks outside the house were rusted. This was the death that my mother spent a lot of effort to prepare for herself.

Li Baijing looked at the pale and bloodless face and stroked the cheeks that were faintly warm.

He came a little late.

"Take her away?" Han Yue asked without emotion, "At this point, my soul is awake for a shorter and shorter time. If the prince launches force... the old guy from Hongfuhe doesn't take action, we can take some people away."

"Not bring it."

Li Baijing shook his head.

He put down his mother's body and whispered: "I won't take anything, leave all of this in Tiandu."

"Sir, it's almost dawn."

He came outside the East Palace and looked at the palace that belonged to him. His tone was a little relaxed, but the deepest part contained the sadness of losing everything.

Li Baijing smiled and said, "I remember what my father once said to me."

"What's the matter?"

Han Yue frowned and came to him. He held his forehead with one hand. His expression became blurry and sharp, as if he was in two extreme states, sometimes in a trance, sometimes in a waking state... As his cultivation level was raised, fewer and fewer bodies could meet the conditions in the glass cup. Some were directly burned and exploded under the scorching sun, while others were pressed into powder by two completely opposite airflows. This "child" was a more refined container than the "scholar", but the beauty was insufficient, and it was a transfer of mental power and defects. He could not stay awake at all times outside the glass mountain.

The second prince looked at the distance of the sky, and a ray of light gradually rose, and the strong wind blew by with the dawn.

Han Yue frowned, stretched out a finger, and pressed his eyebrows. A fire of nothingness ignited between the child's eyebrows, like an ancient lamp, a stable hole in the space-

A sparked a gateway from the two of them.

"If you have nothing, why fear death?"

The Second His Highness felt the strong wind coming through the streets of Tiandu. One after another, black clothes, robes, and crossbow arrows rose above the eaves of the palace. At the end of the long night, these arrows pointed at him.

In the extremely high ancient pagoda in the palace, a man in black robe with an oil paper umbrella on his waist, holding the top of the palace bell tower with one hand, standing under the light and the sun, bathing in the black shirt, looking at a man and a woman with expressionless face.

"I'm already a person with nothing."

Li Baijing looked at Ning Yi standing on the bell tower in the distance and whispered: "After going back, let's start the war."

...

...

Ge Qing was taken away by the law enforcement envoy.

The long street outside the pavilion ushered in light. Ge Qing never felt that there was a night that was longer and difficult than tonight, nor did he feel that there was a day that was even brighter than today's dawn.

The rising sun at sunrise evaporated the rain last night, killing the severe cold of the old winter. It was not until Ge Qing got on the carriage that he had an illusion... The sky seemed to have improved.

This kind of goodness is hard to describe in words.

To be precise, it should have become warmer?

The cold winter is as hard as the long night, but it will always pass... After counting the days, it is indeed time for spring to arrive, the ice on the streets has melted, and the chirping birds are ringing, which makes people trance.

The law enforcement department completed the routine answer. The other party asked about the specific matters of his relationship with Huang Zhi, and then released him... A red certificate was handed over to Ge Qing, and he was proven to be innocent. At the same time, a case file about "Shi Lang Huang" was handed over to him.

Huang Zhi, the Minister of Rites, colluded with the rebel party, intended to rebel, privately traded official salt and plowed ox, contacted Liulishan, and planned several major cases of ghost cultivating people in the suburbs of Tiandu... The evidence was conclusive and the logic was rigorous. At this point, Ge Qing had to believe that his so-called "teacher" was really a hypocritical hypocrite, and the Supervision Office also acted in accordance with the law on the spot, with no fault at all. They found several corpses that drained human blood in Huang Zhi's house. After the minister defected to the Eastern Region, he silently

In order to improve the realm, he colluded with the ghost cultivator and transported several young girls from the wasteland to satisfy his selfish desires. Huang Zhi and his wife's joy were found... Several unknown corpses were found in the house. The man had been weathered and the woman was also sucked dry by evil laws. The last mark of the case file, some officials in Tiandu City were dispatched and resigned and disappeared mysteriously, which proved to be related to Huang Zhi. The Minister of Rites used his power to pick beautiful women, and these women were proven to be the wives of those small officials.

The specific means... needless to say.

Ge Qing felt cold all over, and he felt a thunder slashed through his mind, which made him feel scared.

"Mr. Ge?" A comrade on the road, also a small official with a gentle voice, couldn't help but come forward to talk, "What's wrong with you?"

Ge Qing shivered and smiled bitterly: "It's nothing, I have insomnia all night..."

"Did you know, the sky has changed!"

The comrade pulled Ge Qing and said happily: "Do you still remember the 'Inspectorate' that was rumored to everyone before?"

Ge Qing looked as if he was struck by lightning. He remembered the team leader’s explanation before leaving and said vigilantly: “What’s wrong with the Supervision Department?”

"The Supervision Office is true!" The comrade-comrade, a scholar who was as poor as himself, looked excited. "These bad people made the world uneasy, catching wind and shadow everywhere, causing the court to be silent..."

Ge Qing felt scared when he heard this... Why did this guy dare to talk about the Supervision Department like this... He looked at the street people coming and going, and came out of the Law Enforcement Department and found that there were announcements posted on the streets and alleys, and many people were watching. Such remarks seemed to not cause trouble. Why?

"Your Highness found out this dirty institution and the messenger behind it."

"The head of the Supervisory Department, Gongsun Yue, has been arrested and brought to justice. That disgusting guy... Have you ever thought that everything he did will be exposed? No wonder he was guilty and dared not attend the palace banquet..." The scholar of the poor lowered his voice, sneered and said in a low voice: "Tell you, Your Highness had been conducting a strict investigation a long time ago, and finally took action last night... Do you still remember the newly established Kunhai Tower? Your Highness destroyed the Supervisory Department. It is said that many people died in the sky last night."

Speaking of the latter, the scholar was a little worried. He slept sweetly last night, but unfortunately he couldn't go out to the streets to witness this spectacular scene and participate in this great moment.

Ge Qing was in a daze and came to the huge official document.

The official documents list the names of many people who are felony in the Supervision Department.

His "teacher" Huang Zhi was among them... and at the top was the scarlet name that once disliked and feared by all the officials of Tiandu.

Gongsun Yue.

Some of the people on this list are dead, while others are worse than death.

A voice sounded in Ge Qing's mind.

These rebels from the East became scapegoats and pushed His Highness into a big move.

The sentient beings in Tiandu received a satisfactory explanation. The prince never thought of establishing a dirty and sinful existence like the "Supervision Office". All of this was the fault of the man named "Gongsun Yue"... So the man received the most painful punishment and the Supervision Office was uprooted.

But in fact... the Supervision Department just changed its name.

The elite messengers who had once surged under the night tide of Tiandu disappeared overnight, and the people of Tiandu never saw them again... But everyone in the temple could still sense the existence of "they".

The streets were crowded with people, and Ge Qing was like an ant, being squeezed around.
To be continued...