Chapter 2265 The White Moonlight on the Heart of the Tyrant (Fifty-Three)

Ranbai quickly left the city gate. Because he thought it was troublesome, he threw the oil-paper umbrella he was holding on to the side of the road, and drove away in a maroon horse.

Without the protection of the oil-paper umbrella, the shower just fell on her body, and the raindrops slid down the white profile of the boy in the snow suit, and fell to the collar, like a beautiful ice and snow sculpture.

Even under such circumstances, it still makes people feel extremely precious, like an exiled immortal figure in ink painting.

She also knows that he is safe enough, but she just wants to see him, how about it?

Those who are placed by your side are always the ones you can grasp the most firmly.

The torrential rain fell suddenly, and there was no tendency to stop for a while. The dark clouds in the sky were black and focused, and the raindrops beat the ground like a whip, tirelessly.

Feng Luomu looked at Ranbai's figure that quickly disappeared at the edge of the imperial city with a straight face, thinking about the outbreak of rainstorm and mudslides, it wanted to see how the host got past and what it did in the past.

…

There is a mountain on the way to worship,

Here is a beautiful landscape at the foot of the capital, connected by mountains and rivers, and it is one of the few geomantic treasures.

A large royal ancestral temple was built on the mountainside, which is majestic and majestic, and the sacrificial ceremony of the country is held here every year.

After the baptism of the storm, the vegetation on the mountain became more and more green and full of vitality.

In the summer of 229, the annual sacrifice began again.

Today's young emperor brought all the military officials in the court and Chinese to the ancestral temple for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.

Xuan Huai seemed not interested in this kind of sacrifice, but for some unknown reason, he did not cancel it.

The brigade marched mightily to the area with beautiful mountains and clear waters, shuttling at the foot of the flat green grass.

After a short break, we continued our journey up the winding mountain road.

Xuan Huai was wearing a pure black and solemn brocade robe, but he gave him a cold and unruly feeling. The collar was embroidered with light golden patterns, reflecting the porcelain white of his complexion.

Under the dark sleeves, it became more and more obvious that the hands were white, slender and cold.

He stared lazily and coldly at the grass, trees and steep mountains on the mountain, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Even the team was silent, only the continuous march of footsteps and the chirping of birds were heard.

But suddenly—

The sky changed suddenly, dark clouds rolled in, a flash of white light quickly flashed across the sky, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, dazzlingly bright.

Immediately afterwards, thunder rumbled through the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

The originally quiet team suddenly became disturbed.

"Keep on arguing,

Is it necessary to fall off a cliff to be quiet? "Listening to the various noises in his ears, the young man's originally hostile eyebrows and eyes looked more like lingering clouds at the moment, and the corners of his lips raised a slight arc, viciously pressing, and he spoke sullenly, like a god of death demanding his life.

The team immediately began to restore order,

The sky was gloomy, with dark clouds and heavy rain.

The young emperor pulled the corners of his lower lips coldly, and let out a low snort. He was holding an oil-paper umbrella to block the rain, and walked indifferently.

People who have lived in the uncertain weather of the Huaihe River for a long time, with a cruel and treacherous temperament, can clearly feel the impatience and vague hostility emanating from the young emperor.

They fell silent in a tacit understanding, trying their best not to let the unexpected storm drench themselves, and kept quiet in fear, for fear that Xu Huai would really let someone push them off the cliff.

After all, with the character of today's young emperor, this kind of thing is really very possible!

but--

Suddenly there was a "rumbling" sound from a distance, and even the mountain under my feet was shaking slightly.

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