汴京的夜风从皇城根下吹过来,不带一点水气,干燥而带着金石之味,像是宫墙里的砖灰被风揉碎了,混进了夜里的空气。
枢密院的偏厅平日里用作存档,书橱贴墙而立,一排排的,架上摞的不是兵书就是军令,灰尘覆在牛皮签条上,厚得能压出指印来。高俅不常来这里,但今夜叫人把最里头那张雕漆长桌擦了,摆上灯,还添了一盏油壁围灯,把厅里照得比寻常亮出一倍不止。
五个人已经到了四个。
Create a free account to unlock all chapters. It only takes a few seconds.
Sign In FreeCreate your own AI-powered novel for free
Get Started Free