Si Tian Guan

In the seventh year of Yuande, the fire that had already reached the city gate finally approached the forbidden city.

In the past, the common people did not dare to look up when they passed by. Miyagi was scorched black by the fire, and the glory and dignity of the past could no longer be seen.

Since last night, the shouts and killings rushing in from the palace gates in all directions became one piece. The place where there were only whispers and laughter in the past became a sea of ​​blood in the blink of an eye.

No one can escape, and those who want to escape have become dead souls under the sword.

The emperor didn't show up for a few days, and the nobles hid in the palace, not daring to move, anxiously waiting for the god of killing who might come at any time.

But everyone can think that they will not bear the brunt of it.In this deep palace, the one that received the most attention from the rebels was the famous Guanxing Pavilion.

Back then, someone opened his lips lightly and uttered a hexagram, so that the Liu family was almost slaughtered.Fortunately, the man of destiny will be lucky and fateful in the end, and he escaped by luck.

In the next few years, the flames of war began to ignite, until now it has burned into Miyagi.

Therefore, the person who is about to climb to the throne of the Ninth Five-Year Emperor hates the most, probably the Sitian official who can determine life and death.

What everyone in the world knows, the person in Guanxing Pavilion naturally knows it too.

But more calm than anyone else.

The candlelight at the side was erratic, reflected through the drooping fine black hair, illuminating his white cheeks soft and delicate, different from ordinary people's eyes being brightened by the firelight, cool and beautiful.

Since the fire broke out in the palace last night, he sat alone by the desk, staring at the unstained white paper in front of him, and after a long time, he gently brushed back the disturbing long hair that fell on his shoulders, and wrote.

"Chongming, see a letter like a face..."

Over the years, he had recited the words in his heart countless times. After ten years of lovesickness, full of regret and loneliness, he finally had a chance to see the light of day, but what he wrote down were all innocuous and trivial matters.

Which day the magnolia bloomed, which corner of the tree was pulled out, and which corner of the step was missing, someone accidentally rolled down and sprained his foot. It seemed that he was not the only one who was clumsy.

Humming softly, he quickly filled a sheet, and then was thrown into the censer and turned into ashes.

His wrist was sore from writing, so he got up, went to the cabinet to take out a package, and took out the Eight Treasures Linglong Box inside. He didn't have the key to the box, and once it was locked, it couldn't be opened again.

But he knew that that person must still have the key, waiting to open this exquisite box one day, expecting him to leave a few words.

What a pity—he took a few handfuls of ashes from the censer and put them in carefully.

The silver lock on the lid locks with a crisp sound.

Let it be his last prank.

I don't know if the man would be furious when he opened the box and saw a box full of paper ashes that were burned beyond recognition, and he wanted to smash him to ashes.

Since then, he has been standing on the highest point, silently watching the silhouettes of people under the light of the fire, screams everywhere, and the sound of heavy footsteps and yelling has already sounded around the Guanxing Pavilion.

Someone shouted an order: "Stay around, don't let anyone escape! Wait for the command of the marshal!"

He twitched the corners of his mouth, a little wanting to laugh.He hasn't been able to escape for so many years, where can he escape now?

It wasn't until dawn that the sound of numerous footsteps came from the steps as promised.

He turned around, looked calmly at the oncoming crowd, and greeted the two leading young men: "Jing Chen, General Bai, you are safe here."

As early as going upstairs, Bai Shilei, who was behind Jing Chen, almost clenched his fists to bleed, his eyes wished to pierce people.

Jing Chen reached out his hand to stop Bai Shilei's impulse, stared at the other's famous eyes, and politely returned the courtesy: "Qu Sitian, I haven't seen him for many years, and his demeanor is even better than before. Second."

"Excellent reputation." Qu Chenzhou nodded, without further ado.

Jing Chen raised his hand, someone brought a glass of wine.

"Does Qu Sitian have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Qu Shenzhou's calm gaze fell on the wine glass, and he raised it again.

He was used to few words in the palace, and when it came to the end, he didn't know what to say.

"Yes," he pondered for a moment, then replied: "Qu Shenzhou's death is not a pity, and I ask the marshal to save the emperor's life."

"Bah!" Bai Shilei spat fiercely: "You are such a loyal and good dog, what qualifications do you have to intercede for others? Do you have any friendship in the past? Do you know how the second brother came here all these years?"

"I'm sorry for him," Qu Chenzhou lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment, lightly pursed his thin lips, and insisted: "I would like to die in exchange for the emperor's life."

"Does Qu Sitian think it's poisoned wine?" Jing Chen's calmness was tinged with sarcasm: "Qu Sitian would be too naive if he wanted to die so soon."

The wine glass was handed over in Jingchen's hand.

"Qu Sitian's tongue is like a knife. You should know how many people have lost their families because of your words these years. The marshal just wants to seal your mouth first. How to deal with it will be discussed later."

Qu Chenzhou sighed softly in his heart, and wanted to laugh at himself, but found that he was used to being so calm.

What should come will always come, Chongming doesn't even want to hear his excuse.

But... his hands were covered in blood, what excuse could there be?

After a while, he took the wine slowly, looked at the reflection in the glass, and asked softly, "Can I see him?"

Bai Shilei sneered from behind: "Qu Chenzhou, what face do you have to meet him?"

Qu Chenzhou pursed his lips, and was not at all unhappy because of his ridicule: "Then...does he have anything to say to me?"

"Yes," Bai Shilei answered quickly this time, with a mocking smile on his lips: "Second brother said, just don't kill him."

It was as if someone had punched him hard in the chest, and Qu Shenzhou couldn't breathe for a while.

He raised his glass and saw the flushed eyes in the reflection: "Okay."

It's been so many years, and he's still so worthless, his eyes will turn red when he is slapped fiercely by Chong Ming.

Seeing that he was about to drink, Jing Chen suddenly asked: "It is said that Qu Sitian, as a spiritual speaker, cannot tell lies, can you answer me first?"

Qu Shenzhou's gaze did not leave the rippling water in the cup: "Please tell me."

"Does Qu Sitian know that every word of yours will be related to the lives and deaths of many people?"

"know."

"Then why did you say those words! In your eyes, other people's lives are so contemptible?!" Even Jing Chen, who was always calm, had a hint of anger in his voice.

Qu Chenzhou looked at himself reflected in the wine glass, without saying a word, his face was calm.

Jing Chen gritted his teeth: "No wonder everyone says that Qu Sitian is like a banished immortal, with no joy or sorrow, no hesitation, no failure. In your eyes, the world is like a humble dog?"

"Isn't it?" Qu Chenzhou looked up at him and asked back.

Bai Shilei almost gritted his silver teeth, if he hadn't been ordered, he wished he could have cut the person into pieces on the spot: "Then you are waiting here, do you still have some hope, can you survive?"

"I want to live." Qu Chenzhou still replied simply, not caring whether these words would anger the person in front of him.

He looked around at the people in front of him whose armor was covered in blood - everyone should be like this, in this world, if possible, who wouldn't want to live?

No one asked him any more.

Qu Chenzhou closed his eyes and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp. The wine was like a raging fire, burning all the way into his stomach.

A trace of blood flowed uncontrollably from his mouth. He wiped it off with the back of his hand, trying to stabilize the trembling of his hands, and put the wine glass back.

Then, under the support of a group of people, he left the Guanxing Pavilion where he had lived for more than ten years.

"Qu Chenzhou!" Someone roared behind him: "A person like you, even if you die and go to the underworld, no one will let you go!"

Qu Chenzhou turned around to look at Bai Shilei and Jing Chen, but he couldn't make a sound anymore.

The voice that accompanied him for more than 20 years and brought countless disasters to him and the world finally left him under a glass of wine.

Even if you can count the fate of others, you can't see your own tomorrow.