Chapter 723： Palace door wide open

The Izumi-style ministry's eyes fell on the anthology of poetry, with complex emotions rolling in his heart.

When he looked up, he saw that the samurai was coming out of the kiosk, and without knowing what the psychology was, Hequan Ministry suddenly asked, "Who are you?"

This was a very rude question, but Izumi-shibu could not help asking.

Without it, the literary literacy and words and deeds demonstrated by Shinichi Yamada, not to mention the sons of ordinary samurai families, and the sons of the Koji (Koromori) with the court status, are far worse.

Such people are more like the sons of three public officials!

Pei Ziyun glanced at her without speaking, but smiled and turned away.

This smile made the Izumi-style department yelled at him, and when Yamada was far away, he woke up to God, and some of them were lost.

"Master Yamada, may I need to wait for service?" When the pavilion came out of the pavilion, a waiter came over carefully and asked.

Pei Ziyun knows that these people came together to take the initiative, not so much as to listen to the instructions of the Izumi-style ministry, it is better to say that the arrival of the court female officer made his identity seem mysterious. Previously, even when he prepared paper and ink, these The maids were all too unavoidable. It looked like now, with inquiries and flattery in their eyes.

Pei Ziyun looked at the sky: "Is the room ready?"

"Master Yamada, please follow me. Your room is packed." The waitress Yin Qing led the way.

Pei Ziyun's room is not far away. This house is not very large. The room for guests cannot always choose a lower room. Except for the main house, there are only a few rooms.

The next door was empty, uninhabited, and a green plant was separated from the main house. It was in the heart of Pei Ziyun. Opening the door and seeing that it was cleaned up was quite satisfactory.

"Master Yamada, this is the book you want." I prepared paper and ink for Pei Ziyun before, and now the maid is more willing to serve. The speed of preparing books is also very fast. He asked for several books and was sent over not long.

They are delivered with some meals.

Pei Ziyun took a look and asked them to put them on the low table. When the maid retreated outside the room door, he did not leave immediately, and said, "I don't need you here, I will call again if there is something, let me go."

"Yes, Lord Yamada." The maid responded, walking closer and further away.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, the oil lamp in the room was lit, and the flames swayed, making Pei Ziyun's expression even more unpredictable.

He didn't touch the seemingly exquisite food, nor did he drink the tea sent by the maid, and looked at the book for a while. When the night was dark, he turned off the lights, lay down, and fell asleep. Looks like.

The dark sky, the residual moon probed in the dark clouds, sprinkled some pale light, and was soon blocked by the dark clouds.

Inside the room, the samurai with eyes closed opened his eyes suddenly in a quiet atmosphere, and his eyes were astonishingly bright in the dark night.

"The fruit can't hold his breath."

The ghost-shaped figure and Izumi-style department killed Yamazaki Ichiro, and secretly counted the prince. Finally, the princess was shown like a princess. These are all female jealous demon. Pei Ziyun did not believe that the princess was innocent.

Living in the Izumi-style family, on the one hand, is to protect her, and on the other hand, to attract snakes.

The princess hated because the prince fell in love with the Izumi-style ministry. Today she is dead and will be dispatched. This is why the reason for traveling tonight.

Pei Ziyun stretched out his hand, and between his fingers, there were three blue silks forming a heart. At this moment, he was shaking and making a silent wailing.

Unfortunately, even after struggling madly, under the control of Pei Ziyun's fingers, he still couldn't escape.

"what!"

In the main house, the Izumi-style department suddenly awakened in the nightmare. She gasped up, looked instinctively at the window, didn't know what was going on, closed the wooden window before going to bed. At this time, it was wide open, and a wave of cold wind came in. It feels very cold.

No wonder she fell into an ice cellar in her dream, and it turned out to be a cold wind.

The Izumi-style department struggled to get up, dressed in a coat, walked to the window to close it, and saw a thin mist in the courtyard at midnight.

"Is it foggy?" Even in the windy night, there was still fog, which made Hequan-style Department very strange.

She couldn't help but look outside for a while. The window could see the door straight inside the house. When the Izumi-style department stood looking out, she suddenly saw someone appearing in the fog, and the door was open. An ox cart parked outside.

"Damn, who is so careless?"

Although the distance is too far to see clearly, this scene still shocked the Izumi style department.

You know, in Heianjing, the door is open at night, and it is easy to provoke evil spirits.

I didn't know what was going on. She, who should have called the maid, just walked out of the room by herself.

The road was approaching the figure at the door. At this time, she also saw clearly. Although it was only a back view, you can see that it was Yamada Shinichi!

Did the other party actually meet the Emperor at night?

The Izumi-style ministry suddenly realized that it was even more surprised, which was totally out of rapport.

"Mountain ..." When she was about to shout, she saw that the mist suddenly blocked her sight, and the ox cart stopped at the gate, which she could see clearly.

The woman driving was with her back to her. At this moment, she seemed to feel something, looking back.

At this glance, the Izumi-style part was shocked!

She is no one else, but a dead lady in the Prince's Mansion!

I saw that the opposite side was pale, with red lips like blood, and looked over like an evil spirit. No, this is itself an evil spirit!

The Izumi-style part was flustered, but wanted to scream but couldn't shout, seeing her approaching.

"Broken!" At that moment, a thunderous sound and a knife light fell.

"No, don't--!" Shouted screamingly from the room of Izumi-style.

The maid, who was sleeping in the next room, heard the sound, and couldn't even wear her outerwear. She immediately panicked.

"Shibu, are you okay ?!" Pushing in the door, he found that Hequan was lying pale on the couch, and the maid was relieved and asked.

"... It turned out to be just a nightmare?" Izumi Shibu wakes from the dream again, hesitating for a moment, then suddenly, he had a dream in his dream just now.

Her gaze fell slightly on the maid's face, and she shook her head: "Nothing, just a nightmare, you step back."

"If you have something, call me at any time." The maid observed, thinking that the style department should just have a nightmare, and then stepped back.

As soon as she left, the Izumi-style department struggled to get up, and then suddenly felt something. She moved slightly and sniffed slightly around.

"Jiaowei ..." Where does this come from?

Because she couldn't find it, she could only give up in the end, and Yiu hesitated to open the wooden window where the door could be seen again and glanced outside.

Fortunately, the scene in the nightmare did not reappear. There was no foggy outside, the door was not wide open, and there was no dead female officer carrying an ox cart.

The Izumi-style part was relieved, and when he was about to go back, his eyes fell on the side of the house.

It was a guest room, and one of them was Shinichi Yamada.

But at this time, the wooden door that was supposed to be closed was open, and it was dark inside, so it was hard to see if anyone was there.

Thinking of nightmares, Izumi Shibuya was shocked, and finally decided to go out.

After coming to the court, hesitated for a while, then she took a small step and carefully walked towards the room.

For the women of this era, passing by alone at night would be considered a courtship to a man, and this act was a bit risky.

When he finally walked to the door, he calmly saw that there was no one in the room, and the heart of the spring-like department was beating, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

For a moment, she even had some doubts about whether the nightmare was just a dream.

"Come!" She shouted as she walked back to court.

When the sleeping maids heard the movement, they got up in their cloaks.

"Did you hear the sound of a bullock cart just now?" Izumi asked.

This question is really strange and inexplicable. After listening to the question, the maids who came out one after another looked at each other, and a female officer with a willow leaf eyebrow came forward: "Shibei, I have never heard of it."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you go back to rest!" The ugly Izumi-style Ministry waved them back, regardless of the maid's eyes, standing in thought.

Suddenly, her face changed, and she returned quickly to her room at a speed of rudeness, disregarding other people's eyes, kneeling directly on the tatami, and opened the quilt.

A knife mark, though thin but very clear, appeared on the quilt. In addition, there were a few strands of burnt hair sticking to it, which made the face of the Izumi style part more ugly.

"Shibei, what's wrong with you? But what happened?" The maid asked with courage.

The Izumi-style part stood up and didn't answer at all, but left the room door, went towards the door, arrived at the door, her hand was pressed against the door, she took a nap, and hesitated again.

"If ... if the dream was true ..." She was afraid to look at the door, pushed it open, and really saw what she didn't want to see, what would she do?

If she ignored it, it would certainly become a knot in her heart and could not be relieved.

After thinking for a while, listening to the cluttered footsteps behind her, knowing that the maids were frightened by her strange behavior, she no longer hesitated and pushed the door open.

No one on the quiet street.

The night wind blew, the snow on the ground was not cleared, and there were ... traces of ox carts ~ www.novelhall.com ~ looking at the signs of the ox carts that were very fresh, the Hequan-style Department was like a chicken, and the body could not help shaking.

At this moment, on the way to the palace, there was still darkness. A ox cart was running in Mercedes, with dim lights.

Following the lights, I heard Soso's voice behind, not knowing what was going on.

Pei Ziyun didn't seem to hear it at all.

Not knowing how long it was, he opened his eyes.

"The palace is here." Although the nature is slightly different, Pei Ziyun will never admit it. In the next moment, the side of the ox cart blasted out, and the person floated down from the top. Kill one person, don't leave a thousand miles "

Only then did the words fall, Daoguang fell, and just listening to the sound of "噗", the ox cart and the driving demon had no time to react, and a little white light burned.

As the flames spread, the closed palace door opened wide in the moonlight.

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