chronicle of court survival

Qinglan City is a small town near Tongtianhai in Dongzhou. The folk customs are simple and honest, and they make a living by fishing.

There are fishing nets and fishing gear in front of every household.From the eaves hung bluebells after bluebells.

The shape of the flower is like a bell, and there are more than a dozen flowers on one branch, hanging down among the emerald green leaves.

This kind of flower is native to Dongzhou. Legend has it that hanging on the door has the function of attracting good luck and warding off evil spirits.

Of course, these are all what Song Guichen listened to.Although he grew up here, he has never gone out to sea to fish.

The Song family is a well-known family from the country. The old lady Fu left Shangqing and settled in Qinglan after she resigned from office and went back to seclusion.

A scholarly family always has a lot of rules. As the eldest grandson, Song Guichen was brought by the old matriarch to educate him. He memorized the four books and five classics and learned the six arts of a gentleman since he was a child. Not a gentleman.

The old matriarch is honest and upright, but he never thought that the grandson he raised with his own hands would be a bastard.

When Song Guichen was a child, relying on his talent and intelligence, he never forgets his photographic memory. Every time after fooling around with his teacher, he would sneak out over the wall and go to the streets to hang out.

Except that he didn't dare to go to the brothel for fear of being broken by the old master, he took up all the other three things, eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

Of course he is not a dandy, he is not addicted to these things, he always tries to find something new——

Seeing a carpenter peeling clay figurines, he can shamelessly pester others to learn from his teacher; on the side of the road, if he meets a person who sells his body to bury his father, he can also squat down and chat with her while kneading melon seeds, and scold that black-hearted stepmother with her.

He was very popular since he was a child, long-sleeved and good at dancing, sweet-mouthed and good-natured, he could chat with anyone, and when he was put in the vegetable market, his bargaining skills were no worse than that of the housewife, not by face, but by reason.

Witnessing with his own eyes that he cut a fish from [-] Wen to [-] Wen, the old lady Fu almost fainted from anger.

After waking up, chasing him all over the yard with a stick, Song Guichen would sneak to the next door to take refuge.

His grandfather has a bad temper, but the etiquette of a monarch and his ministers is engraved in his bones, and he will always restrain himself a little in front of the royal family.

It can be said that his childhood was given to him by the sick Di Ji in Shangqing City.

Song Guichen's impression of the imperial concubine in Shangqing City when she was a child was that she was sick, cruel-hearted, and... pretty.

The relationship between him and Xue Fuguang can be summed up in a few words in folk books, they are childhood sweethearts, a deeply affectionate couple.

In retrospect, there is nothing unforgettable about it. After all, the other meaning of childhood sweetheart is that you and her are really too familiar. No matter how difficult it is to make waves, the best destination is to respect each other as guests.

It is also inexplicable that he married her, because the four-character fate calculated by the national teacher is "harmony with light and dust".

He almost wanted to change his name.

Just such an inexplicable idiom, linked to a mysterious fate, determined their marriage for this life.

"Song Guichen, do you regret it?"

Xue Fuguang asked him this sentence twice in his life.

Once before getting married, the girl in the pomegranate red dress sat on the swing and asked him quietly.

Both the Empress and the Grand Tutor felt that this was a good marriage, because they grew up together and knew each other well.

But just because they grew up together, getting married has become a very strange thing, Song Guichen scratched his head and couldn't sleep all night because of this——

He has never experienced the vigorous and lingering love in the storybook, so should he be tied to Xue Fuguang, whom he has known for a long time?

To put it bluntly, Song Guichen's temperament is full of curiosity, curious about everything in the world.

He tried everything he could to try anything he was curious about, such as begging along the street, hawking on the side of the road, and digging graves.

But at that time, he was so curious about what was said in the book, when he met a stranger, he felt his heart skipping a mountain of swords and going down into a sea of ​​fire for her, but he choked on Xue Fuguang's eyes, like being possessed by a demon, he willingly ruined this possibility.

He was in a daze for a long time that day, rarely embarrassed, turned his head away, and said in a low voice, "I don't regret it."

"Song Guichen, do you regret it?"

The shrine collapsed, Penglai was on fire, and the night was stained by blood and rain.

The second time he heard that sentence, the answer he gave didn't change. He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face, smiled, and said word by word: "I don't regret it."

No matter what the outcome of the path you choose, you will never regret it.

Xue Fuguang didn't say a word, turned around and left with his sword in hand.

Song Guichen forgot what kind of mood he was in when he cut off his favor.

Probably at that time, I was tired of hatred and my emotions were too crazy, and my five senses had long been paralyzed.For the next hundred years, sitting alone in the Jingshi Hall, looking at the long river named Lili, he also sealed all his memories, not daring to recall them.

After entering Penglai, he once asked his master whether the fate calculated by Li Guoguoguo is true or not, the master rolled his eyes and asked him, do you hope it is true or not?He choked for a moment, unable to speak.

He hoped it was true...

It turns out that there is more than one kind of love in this world.

Later generations commented on them, and they all shook their heads and sighed and said, "If the way is different, you can't conspire with each other."Song Guichen sat in the corner of the library, and felt quite reasonable after listening to it.

He and Xue Fuguang, childhood sweethearts, married.Because the way is different, so close to the end of the world.

——In the end, swords meet.

His way of life has been broken long ago.

The obsessions of the world have become the shackles of eternal life, trapping his soul, day after day, finally forming the fruit of the demon in his heart.

Coming out of the closed room, the little disciple of Xuanyun Sect stood guard outside the door respectfully. Seeing him come out with surprise in his eyes, he said a lot of congratulatory words before introducing the topic.

After Song Guichen listened, only a few words were captured in his chaotic and noisy brain manipulated by the heart demon, Dongzhou, Shangqing School, Yuzu.

Kou Xinghua hesitated and said, "... High Priest, do you think we should go?"

Song Guichen stood in front of the stone gate, wearing a jade hairpin and a purple shirt, and smiled lightly when he heard this: "It's fake."

Kou Xinghua: "What?"

Song Guichen said: "She won't make such a decision."

Kou Xinghua: "Her? You mean Fairy Fuguang?"

"Yeah." Song Guichen lowered his head and looked at the Sifan Sword in his hand, the blade had already begun to be entangled with black devilish energy.His Dao of the common people has been broken. He entered the Dao with killing a hundred years ago, and he practiced killing.

... Killing said.

The nightmare in his heart became more and more violent, trying to control his mind.

Song Guichen said: "She will never choose to kill to stop killing." His tone of chat was very peaceful, just like meeting someone on the road with nothing to do.

Song Guichen thought of something again, smiled, and said, "You don't need to go to Dongzhou, I can go alone."

He alone is fine.

Returning to Qinglan City, what Song Guichen saw was an empty city.The cold wind blows, the yellowing withered grass shivering, and the bluebells wither in spring.

The weather was gloomy. Looking at the dark sky, he suddenly remembered that a long time ago, one night, when he was traveling outside, he suddenly wanted to go home and have a look.

Walking to the side of the road, I heard someone singing.The boiling water was boiling, the moonlight was cold, the man bent his waist, and said crazily: "It's weird, it's weird, the grandson marries the grandmother, the pigs and sheep sit on the kang, the six relatives cook in the pot, the daughter eats the mother's flesh, and the son beats the father's skin drum." .”

The beginning of grievances.