Sao Ke is a spectator

Since my aunt got married, the Ye Mansion was much more lively than before. She has a straightforward personality and is very popular at home.Uncle has always been gentle, one is like water and the other is like fire with his wife, they both say fire and water are incompatible, but the two of them live in harmony.

Within a year, my aunt added a fat boy for my uncle, named Ye Yibiao.

Dai Qi still didn't get tired of drilling into the moon building. When he had nothing to do, he and Qing Yang would rent a painting boat and paddle leisurely in the Luo River.The two claimed that the other party was just a good friend and confidant, but no one would believe it as far as their sweet-smelling scene was concerned.

Recently, another rumor came out in Luohe City, saying that the second young master of Ye Mansion stayed in the teahouse all day, and the table was filled with more than a dozen altars of top-quality lotus pistils to entertain those who told stories for him.

This rumor was spread by me, because I had engraved and printed more than a dozen books in the previous year, and almost used the stories in my mind, so I came up with this method to collect some themes.No one came to see me in the first few days, so I leaned against the window alone and got drunk for several nights, until a monk with hair came into the teahouse and sat down in front of me.

That day he drank seven altars of lotus pistils from me, from noon to the time when the lamps were lit, until the guests in the teahouse gradually dispersed, and the boss came to urge us to change to another place to continue.

The owner of the noodle shop saw that we were quite drunk, so he brought two bowls of hot noodle soup to sober us up, and the monk waved his hand: "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk."

Seeing that he was talking vigorously, the boss also sat on the sidelines and listened. During the period, he dismissed a few guests who came, and then simply turned off the stove and listened to him wholeheartedly.

The monk was quite attractive, I just felt that it was a pity to be a monk. It seemed that he was not much older than me, and the things he met and the people he saw in his life seemed like a vast sea of ​​smoke, straight to the morning star in the sky I also got out, and there was no one else beside the Luo River except the three of us.

The wine brought was only an empty jar, and it was poured under the table in all directions. As expected, the best appetizer was the story.

The monk’s footsteps were messy and he looked like a drunk. I vaguely heard him reciting a poem in a low voice amidst the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs, which roughly went like this:

In the past, Zhu Yan reined in the horse and drank the clear spring, but today the crane hair chops firewood and smokes the stove.The green hair and youth let the water flow, and the youth and infatuation are scattered with the smoke.Even if frost and snow dye your hair, the green hills remain the same, and the bandit rocks still exist.

In the dream, leaning on the tomb with a little drunkenness, there is no drinker for the turbid wine in front of the grave, and the drinker is in the nanmu, and the nanmu is buried under the loess.Loess loess... Huangquan Huangquan, the survivor of Niansha——

In the following days, there was an endless stream of people who came to beg for drinks, no matter whether the stories they told were interesting or not, or true or false, as long as he was willing to tell, I was willing to listen.These stories may be plain or bizarre, maybe they are happening around me every day, maybe they will never happen to me in this life...

Ye Daishu is still Ye Daishu. When people mention me again, they will no longer say that I am the second son of Qu Guoxiang's mansion, but a literati and poet who specializes in writing unofficial history.

My father, Ye Zhenglun, finally understood that it was impossible for Dai Qi to take over his position, so he turned his idea on me.Perhaps it was because I thought I liked women before, so I entrusted the matter of inheriting the incense to me. Now that I am twenty-two, if I were replaced by a son from another family, I would probably have several children.

My father's method of forcing marriage is still tough, and he put me in confinement according to the way he married Dai Qi two years ago, and I haven't stepped out of Ye Mansion for half a month.According to Ayou, there are people looking for me in the teahouse every day, and if I can’t find it there, they come to Ye’s mansion, but they are all stopped by the servants.I ordered a hundred altars of lotus pistils in Jiulu before, and I estimated that they would eventually become the wine at my wedding banquet.

A few nights before the big wedding, I would often hold that jade bottle in my hand. I wanted to break free from this cage but I was reluctant to part with my family. I was hesitant and undecided.

The reason why I made up my mind to abandon my parents and ascend to immortality was because of a dream. In the dream, I was dressed in the same attire as my father. Every day when the rooster crowed, I would go to court in the palace, with my sons in groups, and my wife and concubines by my bedside. There are many, the official business on the desk is piled up like a mountain, the dream is full of busy day after day, no one tells me stories, and there is no time to write books...

When I woke up in a cold sweat, I decisively took out the jade bottle from under my pillow, uncorked the bottle, and threw that golden elixir into my mouth.

Half an hour after I swallowed the elixir, an invisible wind suddenly rushed in through the window, and I was blown by the wind to a place surrounded by purple smoke. A majestic gate stands in front of me, with the book "Nantianmen" written on it. three words.

There are several people in military uniforms holding painting halberds standing under the Nantian Gate. An old man with hair and beard is smiling at me. He said he is Ji Gongdan.

Ji Gongdan, Zhou Gongdan, Zhou Gong, Zhou Gong creates dreams...

Now I finally understand that I was tricked into going to heaven by Taishi and Duke Zhou in partnership.

Before I came, Taishi, who was in charge of the book, had been in hiding for a long time, and now the Tianming Palace is in chaos, and the Jade Emperor has to personally look over all major and minor matters.That day I stood under His Highness Ling Xiaobao, looking at the frowning Jade Emperor with trembling in my heart, I could tell from his eyes that he didn't like me very much.

The immortals pointed at me, and occasionally a sentence or two popped into my ears, and they all said that I was too young to take on this task.Only the Taishang Laojun was willing to guarantee me, saying that since the person chosen by Taishi must not be far behind, I think he is a man of high morals and great prestige, and the Jade Emperor never made it difficult for me after listening to his words, only let me abide by my duty If something goes wrong during my tenure, I will be demoted to the earth.

If I hadn't been forced to marry by me like Ye Zhenglun, would I really think that I would be indifferent to the position of being in charge of the book?Put me down?wish for it.

Before, I thought that the Palace of Destiny was such an amazing place, and writing down the destiny of all beings in the lower world would be a daunting task just to listen to it, but when I took over, I realized that it was not the same thing.

I walked into the gate of Destiny Palace with trepidation, and saw hundreds of desks lined up neatly in the lobby. The bookkeepers in smoke-blue gowns leaned over their desks and swiped their pens. Occasionally, one or two whispered to each other, as if they were discussing something.I have seen this kind of scene several times in the mortal world. It was in the library of the palace, and it was probably the same situation when civil servants compiled history books.

These people didn't show much malice towards me, the new director of the book. On the first day, someone presented the written fate to me for review.The so-called fate is a black stone the size of a fingertip. It is not strange to hold it in the hand. Once it is placed in the horoscope, the words will appear.

These book holders were originally human beings, and human beings will naturally make mistakes. After I pointed out a few typos and the deviations from the corresponding chronology, I clearly felt something similar to admiration bursting out of their eyes.

No matter whether it is in heaven or in the world, the busiest people are often not those in high positions.

There are two palaces in the Heavenly Court that are dedicated to the affairs of the lower world. The Palace of the Moon is the closest to the Palace of Destiny. When we write about their lives, they are related to marriage, and the other is the Palace of the Underworld, which naturally deals with reincarnation.

It was the first time I went to Yuelao Palace, when I saw Yuelao Luanqing, I thought he was a woman, but fortunately, Zhang Shu who came with me quietly reminded me that I must not distinguish between male and female, which saved me from the disaster of talking.

What puzzles me the most is how a man can have such an appearance. A face like a peach blossom is the highest praise for a beauty, but if these four words are used on the Luanqing of Yuelao Palace, it will slander him, Baili Peach Blossom Not necessarily as amazing as him.

If Si Qi, the secretary in charge, hadn't bumped me with his elbow, I don't know how long my soul, which was scattered in amazement, would wander.Luanqing seemed to be used to this kind of gaze from me, she only looked at me briefly before talking about business, saying that she wanted to take me to the red bean forest first.

He was walking in front and I followed behind. During this time, I secretly picked up a strand of hair behind him. It was as crimson as petals and as smooth as satin. As soon as my fingertips were wrapped around the hair, there was a touch of colorful light lingering.He seemed to notice what I was doing behind him, stopped and said, "Have you seen enough?"

I quickly took my hand back.

Luanqing took me to a tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. I couldn't see the top when I looked up, only to see bright red fruits on the tree.He picked two at random, and took a strand of hair from his shoulder, and tied a fruit to each end of the strand.

He handed me the intertwined fruit: "Write down the name on the love seed."

I took it over and saw a name engraved on each fruit.

It turns out that the love seeds in the human body who passed away in the lower world will return to this tree. The flowers bloom to bear fruit for ten years or decades. After the fruit matures, it will automatically show the name of its owner. , A marriage was thus born.

After writing down the name and taboo, Luan Qing threw it to the ground, and the fruit disappeared as soon as it touched the ground.The love seeds fall into the mortal world, and after the reincarnation of the master, they will return to their respective bodies, take root and sprout, and the red silk tied to it will automatically make the two fall in love by chance, and they will become friends for a hundred years since then.

Luan Qing told me these things with a blank face, but she still had some doubts in her heart, so she asked him: "How can you tell whether this kind of love is a man or a woman?"

He looked at me blankly: "What's the difference?"

"But the other one is two men or two women?"

"So what?"

Now I finally know how the broken sleeve came about.