Twilight War

Chapter40 Samsung is in the sky

Prepare and pay, Samsung is in the sky.Tonight evening, see this good man?Zixi, Zixi, what is such a good man?

01

Every year, the birthday of the head of the Huangxuan family is the ritual soul sacrifice.Four years is a major sacrifice, and the rest of the year is a minor sacrifice.At the time of the Great Sacrifice, chime bells are tolled in the city of Jinling, and the Kyushu will listen together.

And the Qinhuai wine cup is the most acclaimed. Every year at the Wine Search Festival, more than a thousand altars of fine wine are carved from the upper reaches of the Qinhuai River into the river, and go down with the water. Everyone can drink it.

The sacrifice ceremony is magnificent, and the witch dances nine songs on the altar, and sings soothing osmanthus wine to welcome the gods.

Today is the ritual soul sacrifice of the Huangxuan family. Red candles are hung throughout Jinling City, and the smell of wine is ten miles above the Qinhuai River.

The young man was lying on the roof tiles of the high pavilion on Hongxiu Street, wearing a red brocade robe and jade jade with grain patterns.

On the wrist is the Asura rosary that has never been coiled.

Next to the boy was a ferocious bronze animal-patterned Chiyou mask, like a shaman during a sacrifice.

He lay on the blue roof tiles and looked at the stars all over the sky.

At that time, Emperor Cangwu said that the Chen Dynasty would be like the stars in Donghuang, hanging high in the four regions forever, shining a clear light in the world.

But he felt that it was just grandpa's wishful thinking after all. Stars never perish, but dynasties do.

Under the eaves, people on the street are doing wine fighting orders. The wine order banquet extends from the Confucius Temple to the altar of the Huangxuan family. There is a drum platform set up ten meters away, and there are more than a hundred wine jars under it. Those who drink alcohol have to punish themselves to pass the alcohol order. Many soldiers and ordinary people of the Huangxuan family have already been drunk on the street.

It can be said that the order of fighting wine is out, and Jinling is drunk.

And the storyteller is making a decision and talking about the script.

"—If you want to ask which family in the capital is the most romantic, then you have to talk about the young master of the Huangxuan family, that young master..."

A man wearing a veiled hat walked sideways through the street signs with red sleeves, and the high hanging red lights illuminated Jinling.

"——Who doesn't know that the young master has a pair of eyes full of love, and those eyes caused a lot of stories at the Osmanthus banquet that year. It is said that a passionate person is trapped by love...

The boy sat sideways on the high pavilion of Hongxiu Street in Jinling holding the animal pattern Chiyou mask beside him, looking at the entire 36 streets and alleys of Jinling.

The night is bright and the moon is bright, the boy has a pair of peach blossom eyes, which are like autumn water under the stars and moon.

He put on the mask and jumped down from the attic suddenly, shuttling between the pavilions of Jinling like a bird, dressed in red like Shunhua.

Everyone was looking across the street to see who would be able to drink to the end of the drinking order. There was no one on the riverside behind the attic, only the cold waves of the Qinhuai River swaying with the autumn moon.

The boy suddenly jumped into the water.

Dressed in black and red silk, the lamps of the Confucius Temple illuminate the eternal sky,

Just when he thought he was going to fall into the water, he was suddenly pulled by his collar.

The man was wearing a light veiled hat, and the veil was hanging down in front of his face. It was so dark that he couldn't see his face clearly.

"The water is cold," he said.

The boy looked back at the man, "Who are you?"

The man didn't speak but just looked at him.

"Don't you even know who you are?" the young man asked, he looked up at the man, still wearing half of the bronze Chiyou mask on his face, with a smear of red painted under the eyes of the mask, like residual blood.

"A passer-by," the man said.

"There are no passers-by at the Jiuxun Festival of Huangxuan's family, and everyone is returning guests." The boy said.

"Do you know how to drink? If you know how to drink, we can play the wine fight. I am too young to drink too much. Later, I will drink the whole Jinling down." The boy looked up at the man and said, "Yes The last one to drink is the wine leader, but the wine leader has something good to take."

The mask covered half of the boy's face, but his eyes shone like peach blossoms and autumn waters in the candlelight of Jinling and the moonlight of the ages.

The man just shook his head. He looked down at the boy, a section of silver hair leaking from behind his light veiled cap.

"Okay, let's play something else. Anyway, there are a lot of things to play today." The boy bought some sweet-scented osmanthus candy along the street, and handed it to the man with the light dew cap behind him. The man took it in a daze. In the past, hold the sweet-scented osmanthus sugar in your hand.

The boy smiled, "What? Don't you like it? Jinling's osmanthus candy is the best."

The man still doesn't speak.

"I have seen the Huangxuan family's wine search festival, and I will live this prosperous life in vain." The young man said, throwing osmanthus candy into his mouth while talking.

There are red candle lights hanging on both sides of the streets and alleys. The south of the Yangtze River is rich and prosperous, even more prosperous than the capital of Chang'an.The child in the red brocade clothes walked restlessly on the street, looking at the shops in the east and the sideshows in the west for a while.And the man just quietly followed behind him, secretly feeding an osmanthus candy behind the veil while no one was paying attention.

The boy was looking for a game such as a ring, and played a few times but failed to throw it. He looked a little discouraged, and when he was about to leave, the man suddenly grabbed his wrist.

The light silk gauze rubbed against the boy's neck, and the man's breath came through through the silk gauze like nothing.

When the collar was in place, the man seemed to smile slightly, the boy turned his head to look at him, the eyes behind the veil were as blue as celadon, like the color of sky blue after rain.

At that moment, he was obviously still a child who didn't understand, but he seemed to be drowning in such eyes, like a wild crane flying over the blue lake suddenly.

He didn't even think there was anything strange about such eyes...

The storyteller at the corner of the street was telling the story of the prosperity of the founding father and Mr. □□. A group of people surrounded him. The storyteller’s voice was hoarse. The first time I met you was in Jinling City. It doesn't matter if you meet this time, but just one glance will confirm that there will be conflicts in this troubled world. I don't need to say how many grievances and grievances will arise in the future. talk……"

The storyteller went on to say that there is a kingly spirit in Jinling city, and King Chu Wei buried a piece of gold here to suppress the kingly spirit, so this place is called Jinling.

Later, the first emperor came here and dug the Qinhuai River to vent his royal anger.I don't know that the king's spirit can't be broken, the □□ Lord and the founding father still made their fortunes from this Jinling city, and the Empress Huangxuan's family stayed here for another 800 years, and the prosperity of Jinling has never been broken.

The boy was listening to the storyteller's miraculous recounting of the events of Grandpa □□ and the founding father, laughing as he listened.As soon as I glanced at the street, I suddenly felt that I put on the mask, and then hid in the arms of the man. "Let me hide for a while."

A white figure suddenly flew across the sky under the moonlight, and the man with the white cloth on his eyes landed on the cornice of Jinling.

The boy hid in the man's arms and tilted his head, "I'm leaving, they're here to find me."

"What's your name?" The man looked at the boy and asked.

The boy smiled and tapped the mask on his face, "My name is Chi You."

"...Chi You." The man said in a daze.

The boy nodded.

The man suddenly disappeared into the night in Jinling, his long silver hair protruding from his light veiled hat.

The boy shook his head and stood there blankly.

The servants of the Huangxuan family, who had been looking for the boy for a long time, saw the boy and hurried over, "Young Master Jin, I finally found you. Uncle Si is here, and Princess Yingluo is also here. They are all waiting for you. Let's go back quickly."

"Uncle Bi Fang." The boy smiled at Bi Fang, "I met a man just now, and I told him my name is Chi You, and he seemed to believe me."

"Young master Jin, stop making trouble, how could anyone believe this." Bi Fang hugged the young man in red brocade, "My young master, you dare not report who you are, for fear that someone will tell the master and beat you. .”

"How!" said the boy—

"I am Huangxuan Jin of the Jiangnan Huangxuan family!"

02

——I am Huangxuan Jin of the Jiangnan Huangxuan family...

The boy also frowned tightly in his dream, and then opened his eyes as if he had suddenly woken up.

Vehipel, who was always by his side, quickly helped the boy up and held him in his arms, then slowly passed the warm water to the boy's lips. The boy's lips were pale and almost colorless. He lowered his head and drank a few mouth.

After drinking half a glass of water, Zichen was still in a daze, as if his consciousness was not clear.

"What? Did you have a nightmare?" Vehipel asked, his voice very soft.

Zichen shook his head, "No...it was just a very ordinary dream."

"What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed of the ritual soul priest of the Huangxuan family."

"Did something happen on the Ritual Soul Priest?"

"I broke the glazed lantern that Emperor Changgeng gave to Huangxuan's family. I seemed to be very scared at the time," Zichen said.

Wischpel shook the boy's hand, "It's okay."

His voice was very gentle, as if he was afraid of waking up the boy.

The man brought over the warm porridge and watched Zichen eat a little.

Seeing that Zichen finished eating, Wisipel put Zichen in his arms, "You should rest here for a while, and I will arrange it when you get better. If you want to go back to the Hall of Valor, you can, if you don't want to go back I can also let you enter the headquarters of Shenyue Machinery, and you can go to other places if you want." Wisipel held Zichen's hand in the palm of his hand, as if playing with a piece of warm nephrite, and he leaned against Zichen's He said in his ear: "If you don't even want to go, I can support you like this, how about it?"

Zichen didn't answer, Wihipel still held his hand

Although Zichen practiced martial arts all the year round, his hands hardly had any calluses, they were as clean and beautiful as white porcelain jade, but his fingertips had many fine and fine scars, which were countless.

He is like a rich son raised by warmth, but also like a wandering guest who does not return.

Wisipel hugged Zichen from behind, held his four fingers and raised them in front of him, gently pressed a kiss on his fingertips, bowed his head and closed his eyes solemnly as if swearing.

But Zichen still didn't seem to have any expression on his face, just looking out the window.

That night Vichypel was very gentle, but he refused to let go no matter what.

As if to make up for everything, those missed days and past good days.

It's not over yet, turn your clothes upside down.

The next few days were just days of little difference.Zichen stays in the room every day to recover from his injuries. When he is bored, he reads a book and stares in a daze. When Vehipel comes back, he will cook for him. At night, it is almost a long period of tenderness and torture.

The furnishings in the room are almost the same as when the two were together half a year ago, even the books on the bookshelf are arranged in the original order, the "Soul of the Machine" that Zichen put here for review They are all placed in the distance, with the bookmark he put in between them. On the back of the bookmark is the phrase "Preparation and salary, Samsung is in the sky".

As if everything was just yesterday, he was still the child in the Hall of Valor who wholeheartedly admired Vichypel.

He didn't ask about the Huangxuan family, he was always that cowardly child.

If you don't ask, you might be able to deceive yourself.

Wisper never mentioned the jade talisman, and neither did Zichen.Until a few days later, after returning to the room, Wisper did not cook or hug Zichen as usual, but leaned against the door and watched him quietly.

Zichen read the book for a while, and finally he couldn't stand it and raised his head silently to look at Wisipel.

"Si Tianming came to Asgard alone, and he said he wanted to see you."

"Your Highness agrees to my going?"

"After all, he is your uncle." Wisipel said with a smile, his blue eyes were like clear pools under the sun but with inexplicable sadness.

"When?"

"Tomorrow," said Vichypel.

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