chronicle of court survival

"Mother, what are you talking about?" Wen Jiao opened his eyes wide because he didn't understand.But he didn't have the heart to understand Zhuji's words at all. When he thought that the group of people would fuck up and kneel in front of him and beg him for forgiveness, he trembled with excitement, and all the grievances and resentment along the way filled his chest.

Wen Jiao grabbed Zhuji's sleeve tightly and said excitedly: "Mother, go and avenge me! Kill those people for me! I want them to go to hell! They all bully me!"

Wen Jiaoyue said more and more wronged: "They all bully me! I want their life to be worse than death!"

Hearing this, Xiao Huo Huo immediately leaned over and comforted him with a childish voice: "Little master, don't be angry! Anyone who bullies you will go to hell and get retribution! You are the protagonist!"

Wen Jiao didn't bother to talk to this thing that he couldn't understand, he just looked at Zhuji, his eyes were clear and clean, only viciousness remained.

Zhuji looked at him quietly, and said with a smile, "Okay."

——The little master ignored it again.

Little Huoyan put her hot face on Wen Jiao's cold butt for several times, and withered, she shook her body and floated to Zhuji's side.

Zhuji didn't lose her strength, and it was easy to kill a few human monks in the mausoleum.

She was in a good mood, gently took Wen Jiao's hand, and walked out, as if recalling the past, she said with a smile: "Jiaojiao, do you still remember the first time you came to the Mausoleum of Emperor Liang?"

"When you were so young, I held your hand and led you step by step from the door to here. I want you to write down the road. If you can't remember, I will take you again. Walk over and over again , and then you kept crying."

How could Wen Jiao not be able to remember this? He flattened his mouth aggrievedly, and his tone could not hide his resentment: "Yes, I walked so many times that day that my feet were almost blistered. Mother, you know that I have a bad memory, I don't like memorizing things. Why are you forcing me to do this!"

Zhuji said softly: "Because, if you can't even remember this, there is no point in being born."

Wen Jiao was full of revenge, wondering: "Mother, why are you saying something I don't understand?"

Zhuji smiled and ignored him.

The one-year-old little flame suddenly froze because of the master's words, and even the boiling love brain was poured with cold water, and the seedlings did not float.

What is... the meaning of not being born?

In the dark passage of the mausoleum, there are continuous mermaid candles on both sides of the strait.

Zhuji smiled: "Okay, let's not mention this. Have you been wronged in the Chu Palace?"

Wen Jiao's eyes turned red: "Got it. Mom, you don't even know how hard I have lived in there."

Zhuji said: "Didn't Fu Changsheng protect you?"

Wen Jiao was so angry when he thought of Fu Changsheng, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth: "No! Fu Changsheng, that ungrateful bastard, never cared about me after entering the palace! He was fascinated by a whore from a brothel, and threw Let me go!" Wen Jiao suddenly remembered that Xia Qing had also come in, and was also in this mausoleum. Sleeve: "That's right, mother! That bitch has also come in! Mother, you want to avenge me! You can torture him slowly, it's better to torture him to death!"

Little Flame was stunned by the whole fire—what did the little master say?Bitch, bitch?How could the silly white sweet protagonist Shou say this word?

But it quickly comforted itself, maybe the little master was too much stimulated in the palace of Chu State, and now he is a little delirious.

The little master is so pitiful.Extenuating circumstances, extenuating circumstances.

Zhuji could tell at a glance that he was lying, how could Fu Changsheng ignore him, but she still hooked her lips and said with a charming smile: "Okay, I will not only help you take revenge on that person, but also help you take revenge on Fu Changsheng .”

Wen Jiao's eyes lit up: "That's great, mother, how are you going to take revenge on Fu Changsheng?"

Zhuji said: "I haven't thought about it yet, but it will definitely not make him feel better."

"Ah."

Wherever Zhuji passed, the candle lamps hanging on the wall lit up one by one, illuminating the bone path clearly.

The black dress brushed over the snow-covered skeleton, like a black bloodthirsty flower blooming on the ruins and bones.

"Mom, where are you taking me?"

"To see how painful and desperate those people are."

She is the saintess of the mermaid clan, the existence closest to God a hundred years ago, a mere heart demon and illusion can't stop her.

Wen Jiao really got his wish. As a high-ranking person, he watched the most repressed and deepest hatred, love, hatred, fear and regret in the hearts of a group of monks, and he took pleasure in this, especially enjoying the expressions of those people when they saw him when they collapsed.

They were full of ugliness and embarrassment, crying and begging for his forgiveness, with regret on their faces.

What Wen Jiao wanted was for them to regret, he was indescribably comfortable, his expression twisted with excitement: "Mother, quickly take me to find that bitch."

Little Huomiao flickered depressed, and quietly watched from the side, feeling that she was becoming more and more unable to see through the little master.

It floated behind the pearl, and he couldn't help but think of all the things he saw in Liang Guo's palace when he was still hiding in the pearl.

At that time, the little master was still the carefree Ninth Prince, who was pampered and loved, and could do whatever he wanted.

The young mistress is coquettish and has a big temper. If she is in a bad mood, she may execute the palace lady to death for a trivial matter, but if she is in a good mood, she will go outside the palace to help many poor people, earning a good reputation as "tolerant and benevolent".

Just like the night in the Zhangtai Palace, the master leaned over to hold the flowers, and smiled and recited what he had said to the general.

"If someone hates it, someone likes it. Just like some people love flowers, some people love grass, everyone is worthy of being loved. Love is the most unsuitable thing, but the best match. I believe that Jiaojiao is so cute, there will always be someone who is willing to give everything for him , Are you right, General Fu?"

Jiaojiao is so cute, there will be countless people who will give everything for him.

Little Huomiao took this sentence seriously.

The little master has an outstanding appearance and was born noble. Although selfishness and viciousness have killed many people, there are still many people who are willing to pamper and love him and indulge all his bad things.

There is no way to let others hate it.

Who let it be, this is a gift from God.

God gave him a gift from birth to death, he doesn't need to do anything, he should be loved by thousands of people.

"Mother, where are you taking me?" Wen Jiao was refreshed after taking revenge, and continued to follow his mother.

Zhuji: "Hush, just follow me carefully."

Wen Jiao: "Mother, when will you take me to find Xia Qing?"

Zhuji said: "Jiaojiao, don't you believe in mother?"

Wen Jiao was so annoyed in his heart that he believed in you and me to this point.

Zhuji personally gave birth to him by caesarean section, with blood from the same source, so of course she knew all his emotions, sensed his hatred, smiled and said nothing.

Pass through the bone road, through the mausoleum of the vertical coffin.

She walked to the deepest part of Chunshang Cave.

There is a pool of blood.

Before Zhuji took Wen Jiao to the Bone Road, some people had already escaped from the illusion of their hearts and minds.They were all young monks, including Kou Xinghua and the man who was blinded by bats.

The secret passages were as chaotic as a maze, and everyone chose a path to go straight forward blindly, but they didn't expect that the further they walked, the more humid it became, and the thick bloody smell lingered for a long time.

When Xia Qing woke up, she was still in Lou Guanxue's arms.On both sides are bloody red flowers blooming along the road.He remembered the phrase "I will never recover" when he closed his eyes, he was silent for a while, then he lowered his head and whispered, "Put me down."

Lou Guanxue's voice came faintly from the top of his head: "Let me explain clearly what the last sentence means."

Xia Qing was in a daze, and asked in a daze, "Which sentence?"

Lou Guanxue repeated: "That sentence is beyond redemption."

Xia Qing's body froze in an instant, and his ears started to heat up. It was really torture to face what he had said when he was awake-do you need to explain clearly, don't you understand the meaning?

"You put me down first." He let go of his arms, pushed Lou Guanxue's shoulders weakly, and said weakly, "...how can I say this?"

Lou Guanxue didn't agree to him directly, but chose to check his body with divine power first, and then let him go after confirming that he was fine.

The dark tide flows quietly through the dark corridor, trickling silently.

Lou Guanxue didn't leave after letting him down.

Obviously moving forward was the last step in the plan, but he didn't know what mood he was in, so he had to stop and stand in this stagnant dark passage, waiting for a word.

After Xia Qing's foot landed, he raised his hand and grabbed his hair, feeling that he had lost his language function for the first time.

The lights on both sides were dimly on, and in the muddy light, Lou Guanxue was dressed in white clothes, washing the ice and snow, just like what he saw the first night.His eyebrows and eyes were still exquisite in the dark shadows, holding a bone flute in his pale hand, looking down at him calmly.

Xia Qing became more and more embarrassed to be stared at by him.

"Talk while you walk."

Lou Guanxue was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay."

It was so strange, there had never been such a strange time between them.

Xia Qing paused, and said, "I practice the way of forgetting love, do you know that?"

Lou Guanxue was very considerate this time, allowing him to change the subject: "Yes."

Xia Qing looked at the dark water, and said in a blank tone: "My master let me have no cares, because what Taishang Wangqing pays attention to is not to be encumbered by affection, and not to be encumbered by affection. It stands to reason that you can fall in love, but you can't fall in love if you fall in love. How difficult it is to be bound by it, I am not so confident. I was always afraid before, because I didn't dare to think about it. But later I felt, what am I like... "

His voice was soft and quiet: "I'm afraid that if I fall in love, I won't be able to get out... But this kind of fear itself is already a kind of bondage."

"My Dao heart has been broken long ago, it's not something I can choose at all."

"So I thought, if there is no redemption, then there will be eternal redemption."

Lou Guanxue didn't speak in the dark, her fingers clenched the bone flute tightly.

Listening to the young man's words, his thoughts wandered for a while.

The fiery shackles burning in the heart have now turned into docile vines, spreading silently and wantonly, winding and imprisoning bit by bit.

He has been sober since he was a child, and there are very few times like this.

Xia Qing has scolded him many times as a lunatic, but in fact, his madness is also within reason.Indifference to the common people and watching life and death are just a kind of arrogance engraved in the blood.

Only this time, things are spiraling out of control.

Maybe it's really crazy.

"Xia Qing, it's not just that you are doomed."

Lou Guanxue said.

Xia Qing froze, Lou Guanxue's dark eyes showed a look he had never seen before.

"I didn't expect that you accompanied me through the world of mortals once, but in the end you pulled me back into the world of mortals again."

Lou Guanxue raised the corners of her lips and smiled softly.

"You haven't answered yet, what does that sentence mean?"

"Lou Guanxue, I..."

Xia Qing's face was pale, and his light brown pupils were full of confusion. He subconsciously opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't speak at all.

When he came out of the illusion, he was always enveloped in an indescribable sadness.

Lou Guanxue looked at him quietly: "Don't be afraid, tell me, I'm listening."

Xia Qing's eyes became more and more confused, and the moment he admitted that his heart was broken, he seemed to be crushed from the inside, and his emotions and reason were defeated: "I, I..."

Lou Guanxue waited for a while, but couldn't wait for the answer, sighed in her heart, stretched out her hand to support his face ambiguously, finished the sentence for him, and said with a gentle smile: "You like me."

Xia Qing suddenly lost his voice.

Lou Guanxue lowered her eyes, her expression was almost lingering in the half-light, she pursed her lips and said, "In this way, we are also in love."

This time, the barrier of the world of mortals was actually trapped by him willingly.

Sure enough, crazy.