Zhao Ge: 164. Who is it for?

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The fairy does not know the suffering of the common people, and the common people do not need longevity.

Shen Changge said these words in his heart, and he walked slowly upwards along the long, densely engraved underpass. Engraved on both sides of the secret path are names one after another, which are the names of all the people who died in the Jintangji family from the very beginning to the present, and summarize each person's life in a few simple sentences.

Shen Changge carved "Ji Bing" at the end.

A long dark road seemed to be covered with the blood of Jin Tangji's family. Walking in it, Shen Changge could only hear the sorrow.

This is the delusional struggle of a mortal like an ant to get up, trying to overthrow the mighty world of immortality.

So small and so sad.

A light appeared at the end of the dark tunnel, and Shen Changge walked out of the dark tunnel and saw the woman in the imperial concubine costume kneeling beside the tunnel exit.

Shen Changge knew that it was the woman of the Chen family, Concubine Chen.

Ji Bing knew that he was destined to die, so he had never been close to any woman. Concubine Chen Gui is a member of the Chen family. It is not so much Ji Bing's concubine as Ji Bing's subordinate. In Ji Bing's memory, this is a capable and shrewd woman who can handle many things well.

A woman who is like a blade.

There is no personal affair between them, and under the deceptive favor, there are two cold souls with masks. Sometimes Ji Bing felt that looking at Concubine Chen was like seeing her own shadow.

However, this is just what Ji Bing thinks.

When she walked out of the dark tunnel, Chen Guifei stared at the man who came out with the same face as Ji Bing, and then Shen Changge saw that the flames deep in her eyes went out. So the woman in the Chinese dress was as quiet and cold as Ji Bing remembered.

"He died?"

Chen Guifei asked, her voice steady.

She was still kneeling, toward the lower end of the dark tunnel, but not toward Shen Changge. Shen Changge came out, and she didn't mean to get up.

Chen Guifei is a beautiful woman, but when she has no expression on her face, her eyebrows are a bit decisive and heroic that women rarely see. She looked down at the deep secret road, not knowing what she was thinking.

Shen Changge has a good reputation in the Jiuxuanmen, but he has never really contacted any girls at all. Even his own future is elusive. How can someone with a family's crazy delusions have the time and thoughts to think about it? So Shen Changge has never understood women.

Don’t understand, don’t understand.

It's like at this time he didn't understand why Chen Guifei faced Ji Bing in silence for decades, but Ji Bing died but knelt in the direction of his death.

Just looking at the woman who was kneeling down, Shen Changge suddenly felt that Ji Bing's life was not true and there were no traces left.

At least someone recognized at a glance, he was not Ji Bing.

Shen Changge responded with a low voice.

Chen Guifei nodded, and slowly stretched out her hand to close the secret tunnel.

"I see. The raven is already waiting for you."

She said that she was as capable as before, but she was still kneeling and didn't look to get up.

Shen Changge left the palace of Concubine Chen, and the woman kneeling on the ground finally raised her head slowly.

She reached out and touched her face, dry and without tears.

When Ji Bing stepped into the secret tunnel, Concubine Chen knew he was going to die. Although the person who came out of the secret tunnel again had the same face as Ji Bing, Chen Guifei knew clearly that he was no longer that person.

It's not the silent man anymore, looking at the fallen leaves in a trance.

When the Chen family chose her to enter the palace as a hidden son, she first saw the young emperor on the high seat, the emperor with a majestic aura, which made the officials afraid to look directly.

But she looked straight.

So she saw the eyes of the young king.

There is so much melancholy in his eyes, the dead flames hidden deep in his pupils, and the pale mountains of snow are buried. So lonely and sad-how can it not be sad? As a person destined to die, even his name must belong to someone else's existence.

She became the princess who was the only favorite, but in fact she was his subordinate.

Year by year, she watched the young emperor gradually lose his youth, except that the dead fire and pale snow mountains buried under her eyes remain the same as ever.

The people of Jintang think that Ji Bing is a good emperor.

Chen Guifei watched him still dealing with political affairs in the middle of the night, and watched him standing at the window when the dew was heavy and looking at the misty sky in silence.

That person doesn't say anything, like mountains like rivers, like all silent and eternal things.

On the surface, Sheng Chong is to be kept for people to see, so Ji Bing often stays in her dormitory, but that person just sits in the dormitory, or processes information and listens to her reports. Once an assassin broke into the palace, in the shadow of the sword, the man touched her for the first time.

The always silent man covered her eyes with his hesitation, and whispered "Don't be afraid".

——Don’t be afraid.

She is not the one to be afraid of.

As the emperor of the Jintang, Ji Bing was not allowed to practice, but she was born in the Chen family, but she did.

An ordinary person blindfolded her and whispered not to be afraid.

The assassin was killed by a dark guard. Her hand was placed on the dagger handle hidden in her waist. For some reason, she never pulled it out, just like a real weak girl, used by a man who is always silent. Blindfolded hands. She didn't like darkness, but at that moment she felt that darkness was so reassuring.

Ji Bing was still very young.

It was a trivial matter long ago, but as time passed, Ji Bing became more and more silent and melancholy year after year, and gradually wrinkles appeared on his forehead, but Chen Guifei always remembered that he blindfolded his eyes. At that time, the palm was warm.

However, the man with dead flames and pale mountains in his eyes is dead.

She watched him go to death with her own eyes.

However, in the entire Jintang, those who praised Ji Bing as the Mingjun would not know that their emperor had already died--the people of Jintang would not know that the emperor who had criticized the chapter by midnight had died. That silent man was obviously the emperor of Jintang, but when he died he was inferior to the most ordinary people.

Everyone will think he is still alive, so no one sings for him, he can't even get an inch.

Chen Guifei put down her hands, revealing plain white clothes under the gorgeous clothes.

No one is taking care of him.

She is plain for him, and under the cover of Chinese clothes, she clothed him as white as snow.

In the empty palace, Concubine Chen whispered the spirit-calling scriptures. Just after reciting a sentence, she thoroughly understood one thing-no one would hesitate to blindfold her again.

Soul and soul...Is the soul back?

Chen Guifei leaned down, resting her forehead against the icy ground, panting in pain.

Soul! Soul!

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The raven.

The Raven can be said to be a person or an organization.

It is a branch of Jintang Anwei.

Jin Tang’s guards are actually more than the iron masked assassins Liu Wuyan they have seen. The dark guards are generally composed of three branches, "Golden Bird", "White Crow" and "Grey Ling". Jinque is in charge of capital affairs, focusing on guarding the palace. White Crow is responsible for the world's intelligence, Hui Ling is responsible for the assassination.

And Raven is another stranger department independent of this.

It is not a department directly under any of the three branches, but has the right to mobilize any resources of the other three branches. The intelligence held by the raven is even much higher than that of the white raven. And compared to the golden bird, the white crow, and the gray feather, its methods are more insidious and flexible, and most of the plots are done by the raven.

This one, like a crow, is hidden in the dark, accompanied by conspiracy and death.

The members of "The Raven" are not the dead men to whom Hui Ling belongs. The black cloak that He Qingchuan dealt with at Jinglingtai belonged to the raven.

The figure of the raven is spread all over the continents of the Twelve Dynasties, releasing the "devil" that has been suppressed for many years-those of the ancient clan with hostility. This is an army of darkness made up of demons, demons, and all the mad characters spurned by decent people.

The leader of the raven is also called the raven.

However, what is not commensurate with the identity of the raven leader, which is associated with the obscure conspiracy, is that on the surface, the leader of the raven is an ordinary Qi Qin businessman, always leaning, lean and lean. Yes, with the cunning air on his face. If you point to such a person and say that he is a raven, no one can believe it.

But, indeed, the Raven is such a person.

After leaving Jintang, Raven hired a carriage to go to Qiqin with the money obtained from selling Cangpu medicinal materials. There are many rare and exotic treasures in Qi Qin Linhai. On the surface, Raven is a merchant named Qian, this time he is going to Qiqin to buy rare items.

The horseman of the team looked at this stingy businessman who refused to pay one or two more for the car and was very uncomfortable.

So rich but so stingy, staring at the box as if staring at his own wife, really looks down upon him.

The merchant Qian stayed unmoved and still touched the boxes he was carrying with him every day like a stingy, crouching on his body, it would be more or less expensive.

When we arrived at Qiqin, the convoy went all the way to one of the largest branches of the Kyushu Bank.

The convoy carrying heavy boxes stopped in front of the bank, and Liao Qian, who had returned from the Jiuxuanmen, languidly settled the accounts behind the counter-he was just like this when he returned from the Jiuxuanmen.

Damn it's a big loss.

At that time, when my brain twitched, I took out all the belongings and even borrowed a sum from the seniors, and hit so many sandalwood coffins in one breath. When I was in the Nine Profound Clan, I didn't know which nerve was wrong in my mind, and he didn't even ask for money from the Nine Profound Clan.

So the savings for many years are gone, not only that, but also a debt.

His talent is not good, so he lives by relying on the treasures he has smashed into. Now that I become a poor man overnight, I can only be a counter watcher, and I don’t know that the year of the monkey can only make it out.

Thinking about it, Liao Gan heard the sound of a carriage.