Dark Chess Chapter 1: Meeting a storyteller when I was young, and writing about the legend again

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In the court hall of Lan Kingdom, Lord Zaifu was arguing with Prince Zhenguo.

The ministers were silent, and the emperor, who was sitting on the dragon throne, pinched his forehead.

"That's enough." Unable to bear the noisy atmosphere, the emperor interrupted sharply: "How unbecoming it is to argue endlessly in this hall all day long! Since we are seeking marriage, why not ask Miss Liu's wishes?"

After that, Miss Liu was summoned to the court.

"See Your Majesty."

"Get married." The emperor waved his hand: "Now Zaifu intends to marry, but your father said that you and the prince of Zhenguo are privately engaged for life. They are both my humerus ministers, and I don't want to hurt our harmony because of marriage, so I call you to come here. All you need to do is choose a husband in this hall."

Miss Liu's cheeks turned red and she said shyly: "My daughter, I have not made a private decision for life. The person I like is Lord Pei."

The court was in an uproar.

The emperor grinned: "Uncle, please be more generous and don't argue with Pei Qing."

Prince Zhenguo's eyes were full of disappointment and he sighed: "Then, congratulations to Mr. Zaifu."

wedding night

Liu Mansion was filled with blood.

The Miss Liu family had no idea, she still looked shy and waited quietly for her husband to come and lift the hijab.

...

"What happened next? How is the bride?"

"Later," the old woman leaned on a cane, yawned, raised her hand to disperse the children around her: "Let's listen again tomorrow, I'm tired."

"Oh~ it's like this again." The children were a little disappointed, waved their hands reluctantly, and scattered back home.

There was only one child left, still squatting on the ground, holding his chin in his hands, looking at the old woman: "Old man, your stories are much more exciting than those told by Wase!"

The old woman grinned, the wrinkles on her face stacked together: "If you like to hear it, come back here tomorrow."

"Old man, do you know the old man sitting at the gate of the city? Some people say that he is the prince of the previous dynasty."

The old woman rubbed her eyes and looked toward the city gate.

An old man sat at the gate of the city, looking into the distance.

"He," the old woman rubbed her eyes again and looked at the child with a smile: "I don't know him."

"Okay. I'll go back first. See you tomorrow!" The child bowed politely and returned home.

The old woman stood up shakily while holding on to her walking stick, glanced at the old man at the city gate, turned around and left slowly...

That night

In the simple thatched house, the candlelight flickers on and off.

The old woman sat by the kang, leaning against the wall, rubbing her eyes, but the candlelight became increasingly blurry.

A little girl appeared in front of her, kneeling on the ground.

What a heavy rain.

"Be my slave."

The girl raised her head and saw a young man sitting on a horse.

"Your family can have a proper burial. Come back with me and I will ensure that you have enough food and clothing."

The sturdy brown horse shook his head and waited for an answer together with the young man.

"Staying alive is your parents' greatest wish."

The young man dismounted, took off the raincoat behind him, and put it on her body.

She covered her face and cried, and finally followed the boy back to her house.

When we walked to a high-walled courtyard, there was a burly man holding a sword standing at the door.

Looking up, the three characters "General's Mansion" were brightly illuminated on the door of the mansion.

"May I have your name?"

"Master, please give me a name."

"Last name?"

"Gu."

"In that case, let's call him Gu Qi."

"Yes, Master."

The old woman grinned.

next day

A group of children gathered in the same place again, but they couldn't wait for the old woman to come.

How will the story continue?

No one knows anymore.

The last child to leave yesterday was visiting for the first time and was very curious about the story. He followed the other children and listened to the general story.

Unfortunately, the storyteller passed away before the final chapter of the story came.

I had no choice but to write on and give an ending to the people in this story.