Chapter 2307 [Shangxie] Withdrawn
The emperor turned the letter over with a cold expression and said,
"You go out."
Qingze closed his eyes and retreated reluctantly.
The palace gate opened and closed, blowing a strong wind through the hall, sweeping away most of the warmth from the burning silver charcoal.
The emperor sat behind the table, motionless for a long time, then suddenly called a palace servant and said lightly,
“Remove all the carbon.”
The stunned palace maids remained motionless.
"This... Your Majesty, if the coal is removed in this weather, the palace will be no different from the outside."
However, the emperor was unmoved and would not tolerate any refusal.
"Retreat."
The palace servants had no choice but to bring people to remove the silver charcoal burning in every corner one by one.
When the last pot was removed from the palace, the already empty Zichen Palace finally became completely cold.
The emperor was still wearing his dark robe, sitting by the window where the cold wind blew, reviewing memorials.
Snowflakes fell from the window from time to time, rolled around under his pen, turned into water and soaked into the black ink, making the handwriting light and hazy.
All of this was reflected in the man's light-colored pupils and half-hidden by his long eyelashes, creating a charming silence, as if the falling snow had a sound.
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The snow continued to fall for several days without any sign of clearing up.
All the merchants, big and small, in the city of Shenjing closed their shops, stayed at home, and lit stoves to warm themselves.
Several batches of silver were sent from the imperial city to various places for disaster relief. Apart from the occasional imperial guards, there were almost no people on the streets.
However, just as night fell that day, the capital welcomed a strange guest.
She looked strange because she was wearing so little.
On a snowy day when even the Royal Guards wore thick cotton coats under their silver armor, she, a slender girl, held an umbrella and wore only a white cloak that didn't look too thick over her single clothes.
The guards at the city gate checked her pass and kept giving her strange looks.
The person being watched ignored such gazes, took the pass handed back by the soldier with an expressionless face, and walked into the city gate with an umbrella in one hand and a horse in the other.
The sword at his waist occasionally hit the amber stone hanging on his belt, and a crisp sound like metal hitting jade was heard on the snow-covered street.
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When Xia Fuyi finally found an open inn, the red lanterns of the taverns on the street were already lit.
Her horse was chewing hay in the stable behind the inn. In the charcoal-burning room, she finally relaxed the internal energy that had been wrapped around her. She stared at the sky outside the window while eating the food she had ordered casually.
After eating, she opened the window, jumped onto the windowsill and sat down, silently waiting for it to get darker.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the night watchman wrapped in thick clothes and beating gongs and drums as he walked through the streets and alleys.
The clear and deafening sound of gongs and drums, like the sound of a golden bell, echoed alone in the deserted street illuminated by lanterns. Before the last sound faded away, a white shadow silently climbed up to the roof from the window of the inn, leaping and walking lightly on the snow-covered tiles, heading towards the direction of the imperial city, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Only the black tiles that emerged from under the snow vaguely formed a series of light and long footprints.
About a quarter of an hour later, the white shadow jumped into the high vermilion wall of the palace, stepped over many glazed tiles with familiarity, and headed straight for the brightly lit Purple Palace.
And at the moment she arrived, all the candles in the huge Zichen Hall suddenly went out, and complete darkness came out from the windows.
Xia Fuyi stopped and lay on the snow-covered roof of the palace, staring at the palace servant who was leaving the palace gate. She didn't stand up until he walked down the long steps and disappeared in the snow. Then she jumped off the roof and sneaked into the area near the Zichen Palace from the garden on the other side.
The wind blew the snow off her shoulders and hair, and in the blink of an eye, it was carried away by the wind created by her running into the endless dark night.
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