Si Tian Guan Chapter 1

    In the seventh year of Yuande, the fire that had already burned the city gate finally approached the forbidden city.

    In the past, the Miyagi city, which people did not dare to look up when they passed by, was scorched black by the fire, and the glory and dignity of the past could no longer be seen.

    Since last night, the screams of murder rushing in from the palace gates in all directions have been continuous, and the place where there used to be only whispers and laughter Yan Yan has turned into a sea of ​​blood in a blink of an eye.

    No one can escape, and those who want to escape have become ghosts under the knife.

    The emperor did not show up for a few days, and the nobles hid in the hall and dared not move, waiting anxiously for the killing **** that might come at any time.

    But as everyone can imagine, they won't bear the brunt. In this deep palace, the most concerned about the rebels is the famous Guanxing Pavilion.

    In those days, someone opened his thin lips and spit out a hexagram, so that the Liu family was almost slaughtered. Fortunately, the people who are determined by heaven are blessed with a great fate, and they are lucky to escape.

    In the next few years, the war began to ignite, and now it has burned into the Miyagi.

    Therefore, the person who is about to ascend the throne of the Ninety-five Lord most hates the Heavenly Official who decides life and death, and even the emperor who ordered Liu's family to be executed Can't look back.

    More calm than anyone else.

    Cool and beautiful.

    Since the fire broke out in the palace last night, he sat alone at the desk, staring at the unstained white paper in front of him, and after a long time he gently pulled back the disturbing long hair that fell on his shoulders Flirting, writing down.

    "Re-clarification, seeing the letter as face..."

      One.

    He hummed a tune lightly, and quickly filled a sheet, and then was thrown into the censer and turned to ashes.

    The wrist was sore from writing, so he got up, went to the cabinet and took out a package, took out the exquisite box of eight treasures, the key of the box is not with him, once it is locked, it cannot be opened again .

    But he knew that the person must still keep the key, waiting to open this exquisite box one day, expecting him to leave a few words.

    What a pity—he took a few handfuls of ashes from the censer and put them in with great care.

    The silver lock on the lid locks with a crisp sound.

    It was his last prank.

    I don't know if that person will be furious when he opens the box and sees the ashes burning beyond recognition.

    Someone shouted: "Guard everywhere, don't teach people to escape! Wait for the command of the marshal!"

    He twitched the corners of his mouth and wanted to laugh. He hasn't escaped for so many years, where can he escape now?

    The sound of footsteps came from the steps until it was dawn.

    As early as going upstairs, Bai Shilei, who was behind Jing Chen, almost clenched his fists to bleed, his eyes wishing to pierce people.

    Jing Chen reached out his hand to stop Baishilei's urge, stared at the other's world-famous eyes, and politely returned: "Qu Sitian, I haven't seen you for many years, and his style is better than that of the past, no wonder people all over the world say it. , Lang Yan is unique, unique in the world."

    "Excessive reputation." Qu Chenzhou nodded, speechless.

    Jing Chen raised his hand, and someone brought a glass of wine.

    "Does Qu Sitian have any other wishes?"

    Qu Chenzhou's calm gaze fell on the wine glass and raised it again.

    He was used to being reticent in the palace, and when it came to the end, he didn't know what to say.

    "Yes," he thought for a moment, and replied, "It is not a pity for Qu Chenzhou to die, but also ask the marshal to keep the emperor's life."

    "Bah!" Bai Shilei spat fiercely: "What a loyal dog, what qualifications do you have to plead for others? Do you have friendship in the past? Do you know that the second brother has been in these years How did you get here?"

    "I'm sorry for him," Qu Chenzhou lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, then pursed his thin lips lightly, insisting: "I would like to die and replace the emperor's life."

    "Does Qu Sitian think it's poisonous wine?" Jing Chen's calmness was also filled with sarcasm: "If Qu Sitian wanted to die so soon, it would be too naive."

    The wine glass was handed over in Jing Chen's hand.

    "Qu Sitian's tongue is like a knife. You should know how many people have been ruined because of your words over the years. The marshal just wanted to seal your mouth first, how to deal with it later Say it again."

    Qu Chenzhou sighed in his heart, and wanted to laugh at himself, but found that he was used to being so calm.

    What should come will always come, Chongming doesn't even want to hear his excuse.

    But...he had blood on his hands, what was there to justify?

    After a while, he took the wine slowly, looked at the reflection in the glass, and asked softly, "Can I see him?"

    Baishilei sneered from behind: "Qu Chenzhou, what face do you have to see him?"

    Qu Chenzhou pursed his lips, not at all unhappy because of his sarcasm: "Then he... has something to say to me?"

    "Yes," this time there was an answer quickly, with a mocking smile on the corner of Bai Shilei's mouth: "Second brother said, don't kill him."

    It felt like someone had been punched hard in the chest, and Qu Chenzhou couldn't breathe for a while.

    He raised his glass and saw the flushed eyes in the reflection: "Okay."

    Seeing that he was about to drink, Jing Chen suddenly asked: "It is said that Qu Sitian, as a man of words, cannot lie, can you answer me first?"

    Qu Shenzhou's eyes did not leave the rippling water in the cup: "Please speak."

    "Does Qu Sitian know that every word of yours will be related to the life and death of many people."

    "Know."

    "Then why do you say those words! In your eyes, other people's lives are so contemptible?!" Even Jing Chen, who was always calm, had a hint of anger in his voice.

    Qu Chenzhou looked at himself reflected in the wine glass, said nothing, and his face was calm.

    Jing Chen gritted his teeth: "No wonder everyone says that Qu Sitian is like an exiled immortal. generally?"

    "Isn't it?" Qu Chenzhou looked up at him and asked rhetorically.

    Baishilei almost bit a piece of silver teeth into pieces, if there was no order in front of him, he would have been able to tear people to pieces on the spot: "Then you are waiting here, do you still hold a little hope, Can you survive any longer?"

    "I want to live." Qu Chenzhou still answered simply, not caring whether this would anger the people in front of him.

    His eyes looked around at the blood-stained people in front of him - everyone should be like this, in this world, if it is possible, who doesn't want to live?

    No one asked him any more.

    Qu Chenzhou closed his eyes and drank the wine in the cup in one go.

    A trace of blood ran down his mouth uncontrollably, he wiped it with the back of his hand, tried to stabilize the trembling of his hands, and put it back into the glass.

    Then, surrounded by a group of people, he left the Star-viewing Pavilion where he had lived for more than ten years.

    "Qu Shenzhou!" Someone roared behind him: "A person like you, even if you die and go to the underworld, no one will let you go!"

    Qu Chenzhou turned to look at Baishilei and Jingchen, but couldn't make a sound.

    The voice that accompanied him for more than 20 years and brought countless disasters to him and the world finally left him under a glass of wine.

    Even if you can count the fate of others, you can't see your own tomorrow.

Chapter end