chronicle of court survival

Xia Qing pushed back her wet hair, and looked up at Song Guichen on the old stone bridge.

This night, the fireworks started and the tall building collapsed, which seemed to be a thrilling life-and-death moment, but when he was beside Lou Guanxue, he never panicked at all.

Now on the bridge and under the bridge and Song Guichen looked at each other, the scene of deja vu left him in a trance for a long time, and then he became irritable for no reason-a feeling of disgust, rejection, and escape.

All in all, it messed him up a lot.

Xia Qing frowned at him, lowered his head, depressed, with a cold face, and chose to ignore him.

Lou Guanxue smiled and said, "Oh, last time I asked you to take a good look at the Sifan Sword, did you listen to me?"

"..." Xia Qing couldn't believe it: "Have you figured out the current state?!"

Song Guichen came here to arrest you, do you still have the time to talk to me about this? !

The corners of Lou Guanxue's lips curled up: "It's clear, your big senior brother is talking to you now."

Xia Qing: "..."

Lou Guanxue laughed softly, turned to Song Guichen, and said casually, "The high priest is not staying in the Jingshi Palace, so he made a special trip to find Gu tonight?"

The grass swayed in the wind.

Song Guichen lowered his eyes and watched the interaction between the two of them calmly. He fumbled for the hilt of Sifan's sword with his knuckles, but it seemed to be expected that he didn't get a response.

After a long silence, Song Guichen closed his eyes and opened them again, smiled very lightly, his eyes blended with the moonlight and quietly looked at Xia Qing, and said, "Are you going to go with him?"

Xia Qing grabbed his wet hair and stood back. The repeated dreams made him unable to face Song Guichen as freely as before, endured his irritability, and accepted this question as his acquiescence.

Song Guichen was quiet for a moment before speaking. When he spoke seriously, he always spoke with a worldly gentleness, and said softly: "Xia Qing, it's not a good thing for you to stay by Lou Guanxue's side. The situation in Lingguang is complicated now, and he involves all parties. Benefit, your memory cultivation has not recovered, and you are easily hurt. Listen to me and leave him."

Xia Qing pulled the ends of her hair and wrung out the water. She glanced at him with light brown eyes and felt that Song Guichen's position was funny, so she really smiled, and said directly, "I want to too, but I can't live without."

Song Guichen was slightly stunned: "Can't leave?"

"That's right." Xia Qing knew that this was ambiguous, but he really didn't want to communicate with Song Guichen: "You can understand it however you want, but you can't do without it."

Become a ghost and bind directly, and become a human and have to carry this string of relics for a lifetime.

He wants neither.

Song Guichen was silent for a long time again, smiling without emotion, his voice low and hoarse.

"Inseparable? It's really strange. I actually heard these three words from you one day. The first two moves of Ananda's swordsmanship, the world is majestic, and all living beings are sad and happy. You practice the way of forgetting love. , how could there be someone who can’t live without.”

too forgetful...

Xia Qing's pale fingers froze, maintaining the posture just now, with her wet hair wrapped between her fingers.

He lowered his head, staring blankly at the black intertwined between his five fingers, in a daze.

Song Guichen's eyes became more and more sad, and his voice scattered into the breeze: "Xia Qing, is he really that special to you?"

Lou Guanxue chuckled and said, "Song Guichen, why are you so worried about the matter between me and him?"

Only then did Song Guichen turn his gaze back, his tone turned cold, and he confronted each other: "Your Majesty, if it wasn't for him, do you think you would still be standing here now?"

The smile on the corner of Lou Guanxue's lips deepened, as if the night was shining.

Song Guichen looked coldly at the puppet emperor of the Chu Kingdom. He floated down from the bridge holding the Sifan sword, and said to Xia Qing, "He has the blood of the Lou family on him. Even if he fled to the ends of the world, the Lingguang family will catch him back You follow him and you will only live a life of wandering in hiding."

Xia Qing said: "..."

Although it's ridiculous.But from Song Guichen's tone, he heard a hint of the feeling that his own brother was kidnapped and eloped by a wild man.

Xia Qing took a deep breath, but held back in the end, changed his tone to a calm one, and said politely: "High Priest, this is my business. Besides, Ling Guang is used to living a comfortable life, so it's good to find some excitement .”

Song Guichen said expressionlessly, "You fell in love with him?"

Xia Qing was blown up, and the irritability he had held back for a long time was completely defeated, and he spoke quickly: "Are you talking logically?! Last second, I said that I am practicing Taishang Wangqing, and this second I asked Did I fall in love? Your Penglai exercises are just so casual."

Song Guichen clenched his sword tightly, looked at him quietly, smiled shortly, and said in a tone as light as the night breeze, "The way of forgetting love is not the way of being ruthless, my little brother."

"That's all." Song Guichen's brows and eyes showed a trace of fatigue, "You never listen to persuasion when you decide."

He took out a dead leaf from his sleeve and spread it out: "This is the mustard seed left by your senior sister, and I sealed the Ananda Sword in it. When you get rid of the knot in your heart, just take it out. "

Xia Qing resisted when he heard the Ananda sword, let alone Song Guichen who made him feel very uncomfortable.

But before he refused, Song Guichen had already said, "If you want me to let you go tonight, just accept it."

"..."

Xia Qing had never encountered such a threat before, so it was outrageous, but his eyes fell on Lou Guanxue, and he swallowed back the words he wanted to say.

What's more, he still has a wooden sword he sharpened himself in his sleeve—although he has never thought about what happened to him, but he doesn't think about it that much.

The one after another dream corresponds to reality, and tonight he has another inexplicable resistance to Song Guichen.

The fog is heavy, and it is necessary to sort out a few clues. Of course, a little is enough...

"I hope you keep your word." Xia Qing lowered her head and took the leaf from Song Guichen with a wooden face.

He didn't see clearly until he got it in his hand, he had seen this leaf in his dream.

The leaves are greyish-brown with intricate veins.

In the dream, the red thread was threaded through the golden light dust, and it dangled on the girl's waist.

That person is indeed Senior Sister.

The surface of the dead leaves is as thin as a dead leaf, but it is as hard as a stone in the hand. It has a long-lasting bitter medicinal fragrance and a hint of extravagance like a palace banquet.

Song Guichen said: "If you leave Lingguang, don't meddle in the affairs here, do you understand?"

Xia Qing: "...Oh."

Song Guichen looked at Lou Guanxue again, and said in a calm tone, "My little junior has been stubborn and hard-tempered since he was a child, and he refused to accept discipline. He can do this for you, Your Majesty is really lucky."

Lou Guanxue laughed: "Gu doesn't want to deny that."

Song Guichen's eyes were shallow, and the gentleness faded away, leaving only coldness: "I'm not interested in Chu State's struggle for power, and I don't have the heart to intervene in your affairs with Yan Lanyu, but if something happens to Xia Qing by your side. Lou Guan Xue, I haven't used a sword for a hundred years."

Xia Qing: "..." Why is it the tone of him running away with someone again! ! !

"This is a grievance between you two. If you threaten him, you will threaten him. Don't involve me in everything, okay?!"

Song Guichen said: "Without you, I wouldn't even need to threaten him."

Lean on.

Xia Qing's scalp was numb, and she grabbed Lou Guanxue's hand: "Go, go."

Lou Guanxue looked down at Xia Qing pulling her, but tilted her head, and said to Song Guichen interestingly: "Then the high priest will meet later."

For so many years, Song Guichen seemed to be looking at the puppet emperor of Chu seriously for the first time. His eyes were heavy, and he said: "Don't worry, there is one more thing. I promised to let you go, but your majesty, the bone flute will stay. If you want to leave Lingguang, it can no longer stay by your side."

Lou Guanxue smiled and asked, "Then where should it go?"

Song Guichen said calmly, "It has its own place."

Lou Guanxue took out the bone flute from her sleeve.

The silver light above reflects the bright moon and the breeze.

"High Priest." Lou Guanxue called out his name in a calm tone, her dark eyes were full of sarcasm: "This is my mother's relic, it doesn't belong to me, could it be somewhere else?"

Song Guichen didn't even think about it: "It's far more than your mother's relic, but you don't need to know the extra. Bring it."

Lou Guanxue followed the good example and threw the bone flute to Song Guichen.

Xia Qing: "???"

He just gave it out? !

Xia Qing looked up at Lou Guanxue all of a sudden, hesitant to speak.

Lou Guanxue held his hand instead, with a half-smile: "It's okay. You got the Ananda sword, and I lost the bone flute. It's a good deal for your big brother to let us fight against each other."

Xia Qing: "...that sounds really awkward to me."

Lou Guanxue stretched out her fingers, pinned the hair around his ears affectionately, leaned closer and said with a low smile, "It's not awkward. Putting it in the words of the world, we can be regarded as a life-and-death agreement."

Xia Qing's hair stood on end, and she took a few steps back: "I don't! Stay away from me."

Song Guichen watched the interaction between the two, holding the flute, and didn't say anything more.

The purple clothes are hunting with the wind, as if pulling a hundred years of loneliness.

He walked in the direction of Lingguang City.

After Xia Qing sent him away, the strange and uncomfortable feeling disappeared, and then he was in the mood to take out the leaf, and said suspiciously: "Song Guichen let you go, Yan Lanyu will not let you go."

Lou Guanxue said, "That's why it's called Desperation."

Xia Qing: "..."

He really couldn't see that Lou Guanxue had the consciousness of dying in the world.

"You really gave him the flute?" Xia Qing asked again.

Lou Guanxue lazily said: "Give Song Guichen what he wants, don't worry, it will slip back by itself when Song Guichen can't take care of himself. In fact, it was not that simple to get out of his hands in my plan." .”

Xia Qing: "Huh?"

Lou Guanxue suddenly walked to the stone bridge and stood where Song Guichen was standing just now.

The moon and stars are few and far between, and weeds grow wildly.Under the bridge are lotus lanterns that flowed directly from the city after the wall collapsed.This place must have been barren for a long time, the stone walls are mottled, and every crack is covered with moss.

Lou Guanxue's fingers were draped casually, her waist-length black hair fluttered in the wind, and her snow clothes were not stained with dust.

Looking in the direction of Lingguang City, he suddenly said, "Do you know when the glazed pagoda was built?"

Xia Qing: "What?"

"Climbing towers to worship gods on the Shangyuan Festival is a custom that only emerged in Chu State a hundred years ago. Before that, Chu State had no gods and did not believe in them."

Xia Qing was stunned.

In fact, Lou Guanxue always wears that ethereal hairband on her wrist.

He looked at the brightly lit Lingguang City in the distance, and his expression was remote and indifferent in the unpredictable light and shadow reflected by the lotus lantern.

His voice drifted away with the wind, with a vague sneer: "When will they understand. There will always be a price for coveting something that cannot be obtained."

Xia Qing looked at him blankly.

Lou Guanxue said: "The Lantern Festival is just like what you saw tonight. It is really lively. The streets are full of lanterns. Waiting for the last fireworks, maybe it will be like what you said before. Flower Market Lantern Like the day."

Xia Qing felt that the edge of the leaf was grinding his flesh and blood.

They stood on the broken bridge, their eyes facing each other.

The bluestone is dilapidated, and there are ruins all over the place.

Under the bridge, there is gurgling water, and the jackdaws are silent in the distance.

For a long time, Lou Guanxue smiled at him.

swiftly—

The last fireworks in Lingguang City tonight were bigger and more intense than the previous two.

Rising from various places in the city, it bloomed, and the fireworks drew long tails, and the stars scattered all around.

Even so far away, the crowd's loud exclamation and joy can be heard.

But soon, the bustle and bustle was overshadowed by screams.

The ground seemed to be trembling.

Xia Qing turned around suddenly.

The glazed pagoda was built a hundred years ago and is the landmark building of Lingguang City. It stands tall in the center and can be seen at a glance.

But now, there are bright fireworks blooming on the top of the glazed pagoda, bang—bringing a big fire, burning from the top of the glazed pagoda.The heat surged like a knife tearing apart the gloomy night.

Xia Qing's face was pale by the fireworks.

screaming.

"what is this??"

"Ahhhhhhhh what is this!"

"Glass Tower, Glazed Tower—the Glazed Tower has fallen!!"

"Ahhh—run away!"

"Run! The Glazed Tower is down!"

The sound of fireworks was deafening, and they exploded, covering all the smoke, collapsing, running, crying, and screaming.

Lou Guanxue said, "What do you think the high priest will do?"

Xia Qing stared at him for a long time without speaking.

"Don't worry, with Sword Master Sifan here, no one will be injured, and there is no one in the tower long ago."

After Lou Guanxue finished speaking, she gave a low laugh and looked at him, with gorgeous fireworks reflected in her eyes, the brilliance overflowed in her eyes, which was breathtakingly charming, and he said softly: "How, is such a grand feast of lights counted?" Did you live up to your expectations?"

It took Xia Qing a long time to find her voice, and said harshly, "You really..."

He didn't know what to say next.

Did he take care of everything from the moment Fengyuelou killed Yan Mu with arrows?Or earlier.

Lou Guanxue smiled and said nothing.

Behind it is Lingguang City, which is in chaos and raging fire.

He tied his hair and turned around, and said lightly: "Let's go."

"Soon, will be back again," he said.