My Cold Sword Master

To the east of the imperial city is the residence of Guan Qing, the Langzhong of the Ministry of Justice.

"What's causing the commotion in the city?"

Guan Qing hurriedly gathered up his inner robe, frowned, and walked out of the house, feeling ominous in his heart.

"Master, it's the people from the Dali Temple who are arresting people everywhere in the imperial city." A eunuch reported hurriedly.

"Dali Temple?!"

Guan Qing's pupils shrank, as if he thought of something, and he suddenly ran into the study. Almost at the moment he stepped into the study, he heard the guards' scolding at the gate of the mansion.

"How dare you! This is the residence of the doctor of the Ministry of Justice! You guys——"

Dozens of swift black horses violently pushed past the eunuchs who were blocking their way and broke into the mansion. Just as the servants and guards along the way tried to stop them, they were all captured by the black-clad constables around Shi Lu.

Shi Lu dismounted from his horse, and stepped into the inner palace, dragging his blood-stained sword diagonally. The spiritual pressure around him swept away all the guards who dared to surround him.

"The Dali Temple's decree! Guan Qing! He is conspiring with the rebels to rebel! Bring him to justice!"

When he strode open the door of the inner palace study, the pungent smell of blood in the study made him squint his one eye.

In the study, Guan Qing, the doctor from the Ministry of Justice, sat slumped behind the desk, seemingly in deep thought, but his breath had stopped. The dagger in his hand was stained with blood, and the ashes in the incense burner in the center of the study were dispersing.

Several pages of letters without any words on them had been burned to ashes.

Ministry of War, on the platform for selecting generals, Huang Feng, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of War, who was wearing spiritual armor and selecting generals, held the spiritual sword at his waist and glanced coldly at the team of Qingluan Guards in front of him who were wearing green Luanfeng armor, with tall, tight and graceful figures, and heroic appearance.

"What does this mean?" he asked coldly, "This Junior Official of the Dali Temple is so outrageous, it's clearly a rebellion!"

"According to the order of the Empress, it is forbidden to raise an army. The military departments should just do their job."

A blue phoenix general with a voluptuous, tight and graceful figure, wearing blue phoenix armor, reined in his blue-scaled dragon horse and stepped forward. Her cold, elegant and delicate face was covered with a layer of phoenix green gauze, and her clear and phoenix eyes glanced at him lightly.

"Mr. Huang Zuo, please be patient and don't be impatient."

The home of Fang Qingsong, a great scholar and doctor of the Ministry of Rites.

The great scholar with a gaunt figure, old face and stern expression was twisting his outer robe and writing with a brush. Several stacks of letters in the brazier in front of him had all burned to ashes.

Just as he was finishing writing, the candle in his hand suddenly went out.

Fang Qingsong sighed lightly and put on the loose black robe on his shoulders. This great scholar at the fifth level of the Questioning Void Realm actually straightened his collar as if he felt a little cold.

"Shaoqing Su, can you please let me change into some neat clothes and write this last suicide note?"

Behind him, a charming and mature figure in a black robe nodded quietly and charmingly.

"Thank you very much, old man. I feel ashamed of myself for the late emperor." Fang Qingsong picked up the wolf hair brush, lightly dipped it in ink, and wrote on the rice paper in front of him.

"You are already a doctor, a third-rank official, and a great scholar in the Void Realm. Your Confucian student Fang Yuan is the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, a high-ranking official with great power. You should know the way of the monarch and his subjects."

Su Lishuang stood in the moonlight with her hands behind her back, and picked up the Book of Morality that had long been covered with dust with her bare hands.

"In this dynasty, in this world, in Yanyun, how much is up to me, and how much is up to others?" Fang Qingsong stopped writing and sighed.

"Please tell the Empress a message for me. She got the throne illegally, and the whole world will surely rebel."

"The Great Zhou Dynasty will never belong to her." Fang Qingsong closed his eyes and said quietly.

"Only the lineage of the Human Emperor can forever secure the Nine Provinces and bring eternal peace to the world. Even at the cost of my decayed body, I must make Dongfang Xixi abdicate."

"Pedant." Su Lishuang said calmly, "Are these eight kings of the opposite sex not ambitious?"

"Wolfish ambitions?" Fang Qingsong opened his eyes angrily, his pupils weeping blood, his energy was gone, only this righteous spirit was left to maintain his immortal spirit, he said coldly.

"She killed the previous emperor! She caused the Great Zhou Dynasty to fall apart! She caused the lineage of the Human Emperor to be cut off and could not return to Yanyun! If we talk about wolfish ambitions! She, Dongfang Xixi, is greedier than these eight wolves!"

"How do you know that the bloodline of the Human Emperor has been cut off?"

Su Lishuang glanced at him with cold eyes, which seemed to be full of pity and also like a sigh.

"You, what did you say?" Fang Qingsong's eyes narrowed with tears in his eyes, and his beard trembled.

Su Lishuang brushed off the dust from the Record of Morality and said, "A great scholar in the Void Realm was trapped by pedantic ideas and died with only corrupt thoughts. How sad and lamentable."

"Heh... heh... so that's how it is. It turns out that the bloodline of the late emperor is still alive..."

Fang Qingsong burst into tears and laughed while clapping his legs: "I don't hate it anymore, I don't hate it anymore..."

He laughed loudly, his face relieved, and gradually died.

Su Lishuang stood there for a long time, finally sighed softly, and flicked her sleeves to extinguish the candle in the study.

There is no peace in the imperial city tonight.

Ye Bushou and the black-clad constables killed people in the imperial city, causing heads to roll and blood to flow like fountains.

In the Shaoqing Hall, a young man was holding the Dali Temple Records and flipping through them quietly, his small hand occasionally stroking the white fox coiled beside him.

At this moment, the candlelight in the hall suddenly flickered for a moment, and the white fox lazily opened his eyes, glanced at the cold and beautiful figure, and closed them again quite unhappily.

"Auntie, are you back?"

Shangguan Yun closed the ancient book in his hand and chuckled.

Su Lishuang stood with her hands behind her back. The cold moonlight filtered through the door curtain of the hall, outlining her cold, beautiful and mature body, making it look a bit isolated from the world and cold and ethereal.

She quietly looked at the young boy in front of her, who had a gentle and elegant temperament, a handsome appearance and was harmless to people and animals.

This young man sitting quietly in the hall reading a book probably doesn't know that the bloody purge in the parade grounds today and the number of deaths in the imperial city tonight were all caused by him.

Shangguan Yun tilted his head curiously as he looked at his aunt who suddenly appeared in the center of the hall.

"Hmm...what's wrong? Is there something on Yun'er's face?"

Su Lishuang suddenly had the urge to pinch the boy's face and ruffle his hair.

After thinking about it, I decided to give it a try.

"How do you think of the Dali Temple Records?"

She took off her ink-black outer robe, wearing only a thin black dress, and sat down beside the young man.

"Look at the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the punishments of the Dali Temple."

"Don't read this book for now, put it down." Su Lishuang rolled up her long sleeves and picked up the pen to grind ink.

"Tomorrow, follow me to the morning court to meet the Empress."

"Huh?" The boy was stunned, blinked, and froze.

The author says:

Author's words: I am considering whether to write about the empress in a more sensual or more graceful and beautiful way.

In addition, after writing about the empress in the next chapter and explaining the background and subsequent direction of the story, I can focus on writing about Sese and the plot.

Chapter 29: The Empress, Dongfang Xixi

The next day, in the early morning, the pale golden morning light drifted into the Golden Throne Hall like clouds, reflecting the solemnity and luxury.

Nine dragon pillars with five-clawed golden dragons lying on them support the majestic outline of the dome-shaped hall. Each golden dragon has a different shape and color, and there are vast golden ancient formation patterns swimming above them.

All civil and military officials have entered the hall and are waiting quietly.

Shangguan Yun lifted up his loose official robe and grumbled in dissatisfaction.

This official robe was a bright red robe for a fourth-rank official, carved with Yunlin beasts. Although it had been temporarily tailored, it was still too loose compared to his slender and tender body. He had to lift up the sleeves and robe from time to time, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"That... aunt."

The boy finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked.

Su Lishuang, who was leaning against the dragon pillar with her hands folded in her sleeves and her eyes closed, raised her eyelids slightly and asked coldly.

"What's wrong?"

"Is this really a morning court?" The young man looked around at the chaotic environment, his eyebrows twitching.

It’s basically a vegetable market!

In his impression, the morning court of officials should be as solemn and dignified as in the movies and TV dramas of his previous life. The ministers all had serious faces, holding tablets in their hands, and spoke cautiously to give advice.

The moment he entered the hall, the sight of these elegant and well-mannered civil officials in official robes and the solemn and murderous expressions of the military officers in armor made him feel as if he had entered an ancient dynasty in his previous life.

But this situation only lasted for less than a second. When the civil and military officials were divided into two teams, the solemn atmosphere suddenly collapsed.

The Minister of Personnel Fang Xuanzu seemed to be an elegant hermit, gentle and refined, good at dancing with long sleeves, and dressed in a dark Taoist robe.

But this elegant hermit was now holding a green jade gourd, leaning against the dragon pillar half drunk, taking a sip from time to time, muttering that only the sake from Dujuan Tower could sober him up.

The Minister of Justice Du Yue held a tablet in his hand with a solemn expression, but a slight snoring sound could be heard from behind the tablet.

Pei Yunqiong, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, crossed his arms over his chest, looked up at the sky with his mouth wide open, and a strong smell of alcohol mixed with thunderous snoring came out of his mouth, as if he had been drunk last night.

The Minister of Finance Fang Yuan, who was standing next to him, had a gloomy look on his face. He was annoyed by the thunderous snoring, so he picked up a spirit stone from his sleeve and threw it into Pei Yunqiong's open mouth.

"Oh? Windfall?"

Pei Yunqiong shook his head, and with his rough big hands he casually took the top-grade spirit stone wrapped in the spiritual essence of the Questioning Void Realm. He received the spirit stone with his physical body without moving it at all, and grinned.

"Brother-in-law, you are a minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and you only give this little. It's a bit petty."

"Humph, you, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, still care about this?"

Fang Yuan was in a very bad mood today. This morning, news reached his house that his mentor had committed suicide.

He didn't care whether Fang Qingsong lived or died, but the things in Fang Qingsong's hands were extremely dangerous handles for him.

The Minister of Works, Yan Miao, was a short old man with gray hair and beard. At this moment, he was jumping up and down and cursing at General Qin Ping and several military officers.

"You are a worthless person! You are not worthy of using this rare spiritual weapon! You don't value the soul of the spiritual weapon! Is this how you want to consume this spiritual treasure?!"

Qin Ping and several military officers were obviously in the wrong. Even though this little old man, who was half a body shorter than them, was jumping up and down and pointing at them and cursing at them, these men, who were intimidating without even getting angry, still rubbed their hands together, smiled, and asked for more military equipment and supplies.

The Minister of Rites, Diwu Xuanji, is a gentle and intellectual woman in a green skirt. She has a graceful and elegant figure, an intellectual and graceful temperament, and a scholarly air.

However, this intellectual and gentle Minister of Rites, like my aunt, leaned against the dragon pillar with his eyes closed to rest.

Seeing the young man's gaze, the Fifth Xuan Ji raised her clear blue eyes like the blue sea and sky and smiled back.

In addition to her, there was also a female general named Qingluan among the military officers, who had a voluptuous, slim and graceful figure, was elegant and cool, and had a face covered with a phoenix veil.

What surprised the young man was that this elegant, cold and mature Qingluan general had a Luanfeng green sword tucked into her graceful and voluptuous waist.

Generally speaking, swords and shoes are not allowed to be worn in the palace during the morning court session, but this female general Qingluan is an exception.

"Are they always like this?" the young man looked surprised.

"Well, I feel better today." Su Lishuang closed her eyes again.

"There was no fight, and everything was pretty peaceful."

"..."

"Boom-"

The sound of a solemn bronze bell, wrapped in the majestic power of the emperor, swept across the entire Golden Palace, causing the candlelight and veil to sway.

The civil and military officials, who had been noisy and chaotic just now, returned to silence when the bronze bell rang.

Fang Xuanzu and Pei Yunqiong sobered up, the Minister of Works Yan Miao straightened his hunched back, Fang Yuan looked solemn, and Diwu Xuanji and the sleeping Du Yue opened their eyes at the same time.

Civil officials raised their tablets and kowtowed, while military officials knelt on one knee and saluted with their hands clasped.

"Long live Her Majesty, long live the Empress."

The young man looked at the kneeling civil and military officials, then at his aunt and the six ministers, the General of Cavalry and the Female General Qingluan who were bowing beside him.

She followed her aunt's instructions, stretched out her soft white hands from the wide, floor-length red sleeves, and bowed in a slightly funny manner.

"No gift."

The voice was graceful, majestic, cool, yet with a hint of lazy charm, slowly sweeping across the entire Golden Palace.

"pat-"

Accompanied by a pair of graceful and elegant clicking sounds, a pair of noble and gorgeous golden phoenix patterns carved on them, a pair of graceful and luxurious gold-threaded phoenix and jade shallow-mouthed stiletto heels, which fully displayed the gorgeous and peerless style of the empress, landed on the Golden Throne Hall.

As the empress's pair of gorgeous golden phoenix high-heeled jade shoes fell, a touch of gorgeous and elegant hazy golden gauze fell like a curtain, slightly covering the empress's exquisite, flawless, noble and extremely sexy feet.

Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, the luxurious, exquisite and extremely high-heeled feet still caught the boy's sight.

It was a pair of exquisite and noble, perfect and beautiful feet that would make any male in the world salivate. They were as noble and exquisite as if they were carved from the finest soft white jade.

Whether it is the smooth and shiny snow-white instep, the exquisite and beautiful jade-like arch of the foot, or the crystal clear, flawless jade-like toes like finely carved jade beads, they are all the most exquisite delicacies.