History Book Meticulous Brushwork Series - Jin Guangyao

I should have heard the biggest gossip in Xianmen, but I couldn't get excited.

Lan Xichen looked too sad, any reaction I made seemed to be insulting him.

After a while, I sighed, "The Sri Lankan man has passed away."

Lan Xichen answered softly, "The living are like this..."

A gust of wind blew by, the candles in the Guanyin Temple flickered, and calm returned.

Lan Xichen and I walked slowly outside the Guanyin Temple, but before we reached the door, Lan Xichen stopped and said, "Officer, is there any place where I can go with you?"

I shook my head, "No, it's really rude to bother Mr. Zewu for so long."

Lan Xichen smiled, Wen Ya was also pale, "It's okay, if I don't need to continue walking with you, I want to stay here and be alone for a while."

He looked back at the coffin again, "This is the first time I've come here since A-Yao's death. I want to sit here for a while and talk to him."

I nodded and said, "Mr. Zewu, please go ahead."

Lan Xichen silently walked back to the side of the coffin, sat down cross-legged, his eyes were infatuated, I restrained my gaze, and walked out of the Guanyin Temple.

Jin Guangyao's life jigsaw puzzle is almost complete, but it's just a little bit missing. I used my connections in the palace to find Qin Su's maid.

After Qin Su's death, Qin Cangye and Mrs. Qin reconciled. Not long after, Mrs. Qin became hysterical because of self-blame, and jumped off the roof at midnight. I heard that when the servants found her the next day, her body Already stiff.

Qin Cangye also stayed behind closed doors, so it was inconvenient for me to disturb him.

I chatted with that girl for a while, Qin Su should be a good woman, a good wife, she respected Jin Guangyao from the very beginning, and never felt that Jin Guangyao was inferior to others, but it was this respect that pushed both of them into into the abyss.

Is there love between these two people?I think it should have been there in the first place.

Qin Su did commit suicide. After knowing all the truth, she couldn't face the reality, but she didn't want to live to become someone else's excuse to criticize Jin Guangyao. Maybe she also understood that her death could not change anything or save anything. She is just tired.

For this woman, this life is just a big dream, death means waking up from the dream, and only waking up from the dream can she be liberated.

When Jin Guangyao faced her, he went from joy to panic, and finally persuaded himself to treat her as his younger sister and respect her as a guest. Maybe he also wanted to let Qin Su live his life without any worries, but unfortunately life was not as good as it should be. , the sky has never been what people want.

Falling down the steps three times is a turning point in life, Jin Guangshan's death is a turning point in life, killing Nie Mingjue is a turning point in life, but Qin Su is someone he can't and doesn't want to kill, he can only live with nightmares for a long time Coexistence, but this nightmare was once one of the best dreams in his life.

I visited all the way from Yunping, and finally came back here. Jin Guangyao still has many secrets, but they all followed him into the coffin. The things of the previous life, the stories of later generations, and the eternal fame are just a lonely soul in the coffin. .

I probably knew how to write about him, so I called a carriage and went back to the palace.

The historian Dong Ling I worked with was recently sorting out the history books. When I returned to the history department, she was still lighting a candle, and she was already asleep on the table. I pushed her, and she looked at me sleepily. With one glance, he immediately cheered up and jumped up.

"Master Bai! You're back! How about it, have you written Jin Guangyao's story?"

I said, "I'm planning to come back and write slowly."

She excitedly said: "Tell me first, what have you found? Is he really doing all kinds of evil?"

I said helplessly: "You are writing official history, why do you also like to listen to those romantic unofficial histories?"

I sat down and told her about Jin Guangyao's life. After I finished speaking, it was dawn, the night will pass, and the dawn will always come.

After hearing this, Dong Ling sighed for a while, and sighed, "You said... Jin Guangyao likes Mr. Zewu?"

I silently rolled my eyes, "You've heard this a lot, and you've heard this?"

But it's ironic to think about it. Others can see the clues just by listening to these incomplete stories, but the person involved is unaware.

It's not necessarily because they didn't realize it, it might be like what Lan Xichen said, they didn't dare before, but now they can't.

Dong Ling chuckled, and then said: "But I always feel that Jin Guangyao is not dead yet."

I laughed and said, "I've already put incense on his coffin, he's dead, and he's dead."

Dong Ling sighed and said, "Didn't everyone say that Wei Wuxian, the patriarch of the evil way, was dead? Now he is still alive and well in the unknown place of Yunshen. Jin Guangyao is such a powerful figure, I don't believe he doesn't leave a way out for himself. , This proverb is good, the cunning rabbit has three dens, not to mention that this is a very clever fox. The head of Shangshuge said in the morning that he died of tuberculosis, but just a while before you stepped into the Ministry of History, someone from the palace came , It is a misdiagnosis that Master Shangshu is alive again, what do you think is impossible in this world?"

I was surprised: "Sir Shangshu? Hasn't he been suffering from tuberculosis for a long time?"

Dong Ling said nonchalantly: "Ah, how would I know... Anyway, he died and came back to life. The imperial physicians were dumbfounded. This time, the tuberculosis is cured. There are no wonders in the world. It must be because he did good things in his previous life, which is auspicious. By the way, how do you plan to write the biography of Jin Guangyao?"

I said, "Just describe the life of the legendary Immortal Governor. This palace still uses a watchtower built by others."

Dong Ling clicked his tongue and said, "Ah? But what about killing your father, wife, and son?"

I said: "Just to mention it, we are writing official history, not short stories about other people's parents."

Dong Ling thought for a while and seemed unable to refute me, so he yawned and said, "Oh, yes, yawn... I'm so sleepy, I fell asleep."

I smiled and said, "Okay, let's go to sleep now."

Dong Ling yawned again, it seemed that he was really sleepy, he straightened his clothes and went to the bedroom behind Shishuge, but I was not sleepy, so I lit a candle again to give "The Legend of Jin Guangyao" started first, but there was a knock on the door.

"Who... so wicked, you came to the Ministry of History before dawn." I ran to open the door while muttering, but was stunned when I opened it.

There was a young man standing outside the door, with a handsome face and thin body, a little taller than me, I hesitated and asked, "...Master Shangshu?"

Master Shang Shu nodded slightly, with a comfortable smile on his face.

"Bai Shiguan."

I hastily stood at attention, the first-rank official crushed people to death, not to mention that our history department has always been inconspicuous, "Master Shangshu, I heard that you have just recovered from a serious illness, please sit inside, please sit inside."

Lord Shangshu smiled again, and took out two brocade boxes for me, with my and Dong Ling's names written on them, and said softly: "I won't go in, I just recovered from a serious illness, and I want to give everyone in the palace a warm welcome." I was so happy to give you a gift, and seeing that the lights of the Ministry of History were still on, I wanted to knock on the door to try, but I didn’t expect that the historian really hadn’t rested yet.”

I was flattered to accept it, Master Shang Shu smiled and nodded slightly to me, "Officer Bai doesn't seem to have rested well, go to bed early, there are many things that don't need to be rushed."

I said yes in a daze. I always feel that Master Shangshu is a little different from when he was in court. It should be said that his temperament is a little different from the officials he usually contacts, but I have never had a deep friendship with him before. However, it is not good to say.

But I still couldn't hold back, and said: "Master Shangshu, you are a little different from the officials I usually meet."

Master Shang Shu had already turned around, and stopped walking when he heard the words, and smiled at me from the side. In the twilight of the morning light, I could only see his side face clearly.

"I am different from them, of course."

I froze in place, and when I came back to my senses, the person had already left.

I opened the brocade box with my name on it, and there was a piece of jade lying quietly inside. The jade looked very valuable, with a pen engraved on it, surrounded by flowers.

But I recognized the flowers on Qiongyao's beautiful jade at that moment.

Venus snow waves.

-The End-

Because "I" has 178, so Master Shangshu has 180+

This rebirth finally picked a higher one hahahahaha