chronicle of court survival

Lou Guanxue walked out with the bone flute.

At dawn, the birds in the bamboo forest were startled, and the clouds covered the palace washed by the heavy rain.

He raised his head, and the faint light shone into the depths of his blood-colored eyes, looking at this place quietly.

He grew up here without leaving any traces.

The moss on the wall is growing brilliantly in another year of spring, dotted with fine white flowers, just like the wall that could never get out of the cold palace when I was a child.

In fact, he has been alone since birth.

Growing up alone in the cramped and lonely cold palace, facing the crazy Yao Ke and the vicious and greedy palace servants alone.

At the beginning, the boy rushed into his barrier, opened his light brown eyes, and said to him happily and proudly as if he had discovered some new world: "Lou Guanxue, I know what your inner demon will be!"

Heart demon.

Lou Guanxue sneered disdainfully.

He never had demons.

If he wants to live, he just lives for this, and he doesn't need redemption from beginning to end.

Even if he has nothing and is born in the abyss, his purpose has always been pure and clear, running through the blood and rooting in the soul.

The cold palace overgrown with weeds at the age of five was a barrier in the world of mortals that he had foreseen and broken through. Xia Qing's arrival was redundant and noisy.But the flames of the Awakening Night were raging, and the boy's last sad eyes were the beginning of all his disasters.

Really a disaster.

Lou Guanxue didn't know where to go.

Just like what he told Xia Qing back then, he didn't belong to the sixteen states continent, nor did he belong to Tongtianhai.

Now that the memory is back, he can't go back to the original place.Because this time, he had an unbreakable obstacle and was completely trapped in the world of mortals.

He was willing to do nothing for Xia Qing, but Xia Qing lost his soul for the world in front of him.

Lou Guanxue's lips were pale, and the corners of her lips curled up mockingly.

"Xia Qing, sometimes I wonder if you planned all this long ago."

"It was calculated."

"Deliberately let me fall in love with you, deliberately let me let the common people go in this way."

"Back then you came here under the orders of your teacher, right? People from Penglai always come out when there is chaos. So what are you doing, feeding demons with your body?"

He finally walked in front of the cold palace, raised his head, his silver hair was long like a waterfall, brushing against his blood-colored eyes, his emotions were empty and numb.

Lou Guanxue looked mocking, laughed lowly, and spoke very softly.

"Sure enough, he is Penglai's junior brother. He is benevolent and righteous, and his heart is for the world."

But after he finished speaking, he remained silent for a long time, and pushed open the old and ancient door with his fingers, feeling bored again.

He thought that since Xia Qing was willing to bear all the hatred, then he would give it to him.

But even if he treats all love affairs as calculations and teasing, apart from confusion and sadness, he has no other emotions, no hatred or resentment.

It turned out that he actually loved him so much.

The cold palace had been abandoned for a long time after he ascended the throne, and weeds were overgrown. The dry well still stood there, with a poisonous snake hovering beside it.

Lou Guanxue approached, and the poisonous snake quickly left when it sensed the danger.

He looked down at the well and stood quietly in the cold wind for a long time.It suddenly occurred to him that when Xia Qing entered the barrier, he didn't seem to have thought about saving him seriously at first.Eager for quick success and instant benefit, rushing around, clumsy acting skills, perfunctory overtures, even impatient to help.

Xia Qing really hated him at first.

He also only wanted to use it at first.

So when did it start to be different.

Lou Guanxue sat by the well, her black robe covered the weeds, and the past scenes came to mind.

In Zhaixing Building, he teased Xia Qing like a kitten, always trying to make him angry with his bad temper.It was later discovered that Xia Qing was easily angry, but the anger floated on the surface, but he didn't really care about anything.He used to really want to see him really angry and sad, but in the end, he couldn't bear to let him suffer a little bit of grievance.

During the time in the palace, he watched him every day.

Xia Qing always likes to hold something in his hand, but after catching it, he always forgets to put it down. He looks dazed, just like Xia Qing's unconscious gaze, quiet, clear and clear, without love or hate.

He lived an extremely self-centered life and was rarely interested in anything, except that Xia Qing could still remember every aspect of his life now.

Confused, angry, depressed, happy, surprised, indifferent, sad.

Inside the dormitory, he suddenly grabbed his wrist, and when his eyes met, the young man was at a loss and looked away guiltily.

Xia Qing must have liked him back then.

That afternoon in the mountain village, dusk spread over the window sill, and before the vanity mirror, they talked softly like an ordinary couple.

He carelessly indulged Xia Qing's making things difficult, biting the bright red lip paper casually, and after hearing the young man ramble a lot, he turned around like a demon, pulled him closer, and sent him a grinder with a chuckle. Carmine's kiss.

Xia Qing fled in despair.

So I didn't see it either. He leaned against the window and laughed for a long time, then stopped, touched his lips expressionlessly, and thought for a long time.

Officers and soldiers entered the village at the back, "Ling Wei" blew over the ruins, and the young man stood in the sky with his sword in his hand, his eyes as cold as frost.

There are too many things, and I can't remember the moment when I think about it.

Maybe it was when he hugged him under the five-year-old wall.Everything came back to life, and the worms crawled out of the hole, the chaos was the same as the mood at that time.

It could also be that one night, Xia Qingan was sleeping quietly on her stomach.The candlelight illuminated his exposed fragile neck, which was as white as a blade of snow.After Xia Qing was woken up, she raised her head and her light brown eyes would be misty, confused and confusing. Her slender wrists protruded from the gray robe, provoking lust.

The moat of the Glazed Tower, when he fell from a tall building, he hugged him.The boy's breath landed on his neck, brushing against the tip of his heart like a feather.

The waning moon on the broken bridge was like a hook, Song Guichen said: "My little junior has been stubborn and hard-tempered since he was a child, and he refused to obey discipline. His Majesty is really lucky that he can do this for you."

Lou Guanxue smiled lightly.

To what extent.

Make it clear that you don't like restraint, but you choose to stay.

Knowing the danger clearly, he ran back without hesitation.

Obviously so repulsed Anandajian, but voluntarily took it.

Knowing that there was no end to the end, she still took the initiative to lean in his arms.

Or earlier.

The Tongtianhaijing Temple clearly never left the sword in his hand no matter life or death, but in order to catch him, he put down the sword.

Lou Guanxue sat by the well, the rich red in his eyes faded little by little, his eyes were dark and calm, the cold wind blew three thousand white hairs, he thought for a long time, and said calmly: "Xia Qing, you like me, right? Although you never said it."

So he didn't want to ask, why did he lose his soul in front of him.

If Xia Qing was as deeply involved as he was, how could he not understand which was more painful.

However, liking is enough.

Sword Master Ananda, you are so forgetful.

Such superficial liking, so why ask for too much.

Lou Guanxue said, "Forget it."

It was he who didn't catch him.

If I had known today.

He must have placed the heaviest curse in Xia Qing's soul and the deepest shackles in his bones, telling him to control his breath and blood, and to live forever and never escape.

Holding the flute, Lou Guanxue took a last look at the high wall where they were sitting next to each other, closed her eyes, walked towards Dongzhou, and said softly.

"Didn't you say you wanted to see that wall, now I'll take you to see it."

Lingwei flowers converge into a long river, which flows into the Tongtianhai.

His robe and silver hair fluttered, as if he was still the god who was heartless and desireless back then.

After the divine punishment, the people of Lingguang City were still immersed in fear and panic, hiding in a corner and shivering.

The mermaid turned into a demon at the gate of the city, and the humiliation and torment that had been suppressed for a hundred years all broke out at this moment, and a crazy revenge fight was launched.The monks resisted stubbornly, shouting hoarsely in the shadow of swords and swords.

Lou Guanxue lowered her eyes, watching all this indifferently.

In the chaos, he saw the child who was fooled by Xia Qing with leaves on the ridge.

In fact, he knew what Xia Qing did.He didn't even know why Xia Qing taught others how to play "Ling Wei" out of confidence.

When leaving Lingguang City, Xia Qing sat on the boat and blew a tune on the bone flute.Xia Qing poked out the hair in his mouth, and gave him the bone flute angrily.

"Sister Xue..."

Lingxi noticed the changes in her body and cried out in fear.

It's just that Xue Fuguang didn't have time to talk to him anymore, she drew out her sword to protect all innocent human beings.

To stop killing with killing, reincarnation continues.

Lou Guanxue's fingertips floated over a Lingwei flower, and crushed it dullly.

The petals followed under his feet, and once again condensed into immortality.

His mind is empty now.

He didn't know if he was crazy or not.Maybe crazy.

He has the barrier of the world of mortals and cannot leave the world.

But there is neither one to hate nor one to love in this world.

Previously, it was God's punishment for pouring down rain.

Now it is a natural variable, and there is a light rain between the sky and the earth.

Across the drizzle, black clouds, sword shadows, smoke and dust, twenty years of mortals.

Lou Guanxue looked down at the world.

It also rained that night in Fengyuelou, he tied a red rope to Xia Qing and tied him to his side, the lights were panicked, and the babbling singer sang "Poppy" outside the curtain with a melodious voice.For the god who is immortal, there is no such thing as the joys and sorrows of changing ages. When he thinks of this now, he only remembers the day when he carried the sleeping Xia Qing back to the palace and was grabbed by his shoulders. After several times, he wanted to drop him countless times, but gave up again.

There was also the night when the boat entered the reed marsh, the grass was rustling, the river was wide and the clouds were low.

Xia Qing was so confused by his words that he almost wanted to jump into the river, but he changed the subject for a long time, and asked him to play the flute.The relationship between them has long been subconsciously one person's indulgence and the other's arrogance, but both of them didn't realize it.

The rain came to an end.

Lou Guanxue thought about many things in her mind like a horse on a horse, her eyes were dry and she couldn't shed tears, and no matter how intense her emotions were, they disappeared.

Obsession has become the only thought in the endless life.

Before Xia Qing was rescued by him, he woke up from nothingness, and the undulating blue waves of the sky-reaching sea watched him in the dark for a long time.Watching the child sit dry on the rocks for seven days and nights without crying or making noise, looking at the whole world.

Lou Guanxue wiped off the blood from the corner of her lips, swallowed the fishy sweetness in her throat, and whispered to herself.

"I will find you."

Go up to the blue sky, go down to the underworld.

After finding you, there is no need to play the game of mutual love between us anymore.