The rebellion among the servants of Huaidu has finally come to an end.
With the fall of the Siwu Demon Mansion and the mysterious death of a certain Zhongshu Ling, many stories in Huaidu became quiet.
Zhu Congwen walked out of Dali Temple quietly, and Gu Xiaoer was sitting on the street opposite with a food box, which probably contained some noodles and soup.
The scholar looked up at the sky with melancholy.
The sunshine in the afternoon of May is naturally clear, but when it shines down among the tall buildings in Sophora Capital, it will inevitably be blocked by a lot of light, so large shadows fall on those ancient and rather wet long streets. Up - This street probably just came up from the bottom of Sophora Capital.
Someone in the distance was talking about something that had passed.
Zhu Congwen looked at it for a long time, then crossed the long street, walked to Gu Xiaoer and sat down.
"The Lord Attendant is really dead?"
Zhu Congwen looked at Gu Xiaoer and asked.
There was a lot of indescribable relaxation in the expression of the senior waiter in the noodle shop, but when he was here with Zhu Congwen, he probably restrained himself a lot. After all, people's joys and sorrows cannot be the same, but sometimes we can empathize. Some.
Gu Xiaoer opened the food box in his hand, placed it on his lap, mixed the noodle soup together, sprinkled it with sesame seeds, poured some chopped green onion and spicy oil, handed it to Zhu Congwen, and whispered: "Yes. .”
Zhu Congwen let out a long sigh, took the bowl of noodles from Gu Xiaoer, picked up a chopstick, and stopped eating. Finally, he looked at Gu Xiaoer aside and said with a sad face: "You can laugh if you want. Just laugh, it doesn’t matter to me.”
Gu Xiaoer looked at Zhu Congwen with a very sad look, and then said: "You should really laugh when you say it. You may not know what happened."
Zhu Congwen ate the noodles and said vaguely: "Didn't it mean that something happened to the Lord Attendant and he was executed by His Majesty?"
However, the face of Gu Xiaoer next to him was full of joy, and he said slowly: "It would be great if this is really the case."
Zhu Congwen was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Gu Xiaoer and asked, "Isn't it like this?"
Gu Xiaoer quietly looked at the people in the distance who were whispering about certain things, and said softly: "The Siwu Demon Mansion rebelled on the day His Majesty returned."
Zhu Congwen stopped what he was doing and looked at Gu Xiaoer in disbelief, who was talking with lingering fear.
"Almost all the people in the Siwu Demon Mansion died outside the palace. I heard that even the Zhongshu Ling Mansion was sealed off and many people were beheaded."
Only then did the scholar finally understand why Gu Xiaoer had such a happy expression on his face.
In a story like this in the human world, as a scholar who has some unclear relationship with the Siwu Demon Mansion, it is indeed an extremely lucky thing to be able to walk out of Dali Temple alive.
The scholar sat there in confusion. After a long time, he looked at Gu Xiaoer with confusion and asked, "Why is this happening?"
Zhu Congwen really couldn't understand why the story of Siwu Demon Mansion ended up like this.
He thought that the death of his servant Shui Zaiping was just because of the death of the Minister of War.
Gu Xiaoer naturally could not know the truth of many stories, but he just said: "It is said that it was because the Siwu Demon Mansion thought that His Majesty was seriously injured and attempted to tamper with him. As a result, His Majesty just used a sword to destroy the entire Siwu Demon Palace. There is no one left alive in the mansion. If you walk on the street now, you will see that there are far fewer demon clans in Huaidu. It is said that the rule of Siwu seems to be temporarily handed over to Qingtian Dao."
Zhu Congwen was silent for a long time, then lowered his head and ate the noodles with big mouthfuls.
Panic sometimes does bring about a feeling of hunger.
Gu Xiaoer turned to look at Zhu Congwen and said seriously: "Don't think about the so-called official career anymore. At least, in the past few years, you probably can't think about it. This It’s probably very satisfying indeed.”
Zhu Congwen just lowered his head and responded in a dull voice.
The two sat quietly at the entrance of Dali Temple in the afternoon until the scholar finished eating the bowl of noodles, put the bowl and chopsticks into the food box, closed the lid, and then stood up with the food box in hand, looking at the scene for a long time. The human world, and then said softly: "Let's go back, Brother Gu."
Gu Xiaoer looked at Zhu Congwen for a long time, didn't say anything, and just nodded.
The two waiters walked quietly towards the Chengnan noodle restaurant.
Although the waiters in the noodle shop usually like to make fun of Zhu Congwen, at this time, seeing that the scholar had returned from Dali Temple safely, they sincerely prepared a feast for him - —Invite him to hot pot.
Although the scholar wanted to say that he didn't suffer much in Dali Temple, and he also ate the noodles sent by Gu Xiaoer when he came back, it was probably difficult to reject warm hospitality.
And it is indeed not a restaurant outside, but their unique noodle hot pot.
After all, my home is a noodle shop. I just have a big pot in the back kitchen and bring the ingredients for hot pot.
Zhu Congwen did not refuse in the end. In the evening, a group of waiters closed the shop and went out to buy wine and various foods. They happily prepared a noodle hotpot for the scholar.
This very noisy evening hotpot made the end of this story less deserted.
In the meantime, Gu Xiaoer was drunk. He squatted on a chair and leaned against the wall with a smile, looking at the crowd and said, "I have discovered that in this story, in the final analysis, there is probably only one good person."
Zhu Congwen held the meatballs carefully there, glanced at Gu Xiaoer, and said, "Who, you?"
Gu Xiaoer shook his head and said, "It's not me, you can take a guess."
Several people guessed for a long time with their brows furrowed, ranging from His Majesty to Liu Qinghe to the young man and the Taoist named Mei Xiyu.
Until the end, Gu Xiaoer said mysteriously: "It belongs to our shopkeeper."
Zhu Congwen was speechless.
It seems so.
After all, throughout May, Gu Xiaoer and the others were messing around, skipping work when they were told, closing early when they were told, and even gathering people to eat hot pot as soon as the door was closed.
All the waiters laughed.
While he was smiling there, there was a sudden knock on the door of the noodle shop that they had closed.
The noodle shop fell silent for a moment.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, and finally Gu Xiaoer, the big brother, took advantage of his drunkenness and ran to open the door.
The shopkeeper, who thought he was an afterthought, finally came to settle the score with this group of lawless waiters. However, when Gu Xiaoer saw the woman in a strange robe, he was still a little confused, burped and asked Said: "Who are you looking for?"
The woman with strange attire but extraordinary bearing asked calmly: "Has Zhu Congwen come back from Dali Temple?"
Zhu Congwen also saw the woman standing at the door of the store, with an obviously shocked look on her face.
Although he didn't know the woman, he just recognized the robe she was wearing.
That ancient robe with intricate patterns is the robe of a ghost witch in Huangliang.
Even if the scholar has never been to Huangliang, nor has he met the Huangliang Spirit Witch, after all, he is a student of Xuanshe Academy, so it is impossible not to know.
There is probably only one such spirit wizard in Huaidu.
That is the Imperial Academy of Huaidu offering wine and hearing that people are pregnant.
Although the scholar didn't know why this gentleman came here suddenly, he still hurriedly stood up, walked to the door, and bowed politely.
"Students of Xuanxu Academy, I have met Lord Jijiu."
As soon as the scholar said these words, all the waiters who were a little confused were dumbfounded. Gu Xiaoer had sobered up a little. He was very glad that he still followed the habit and was talking about you instead of you. .
Wen Renhuaigui stood at the door and looked at the scholar for a long time, and then stretched out his hand to the side - only then did everyone realize that there was another imperial eunuch outside, holding some clothes and waist badges in his hands. .
The man handed those things to Wenren Huaigui, who came from Baihe Xuanxuyuan and could be regarded as Sister Zhu Congwen's sacrificial wine master. He took the clothes and said slowly: "Within three days, remember Come to the Imperial College to register for admission."
This was an extremely brief sentence, but the scholar was stunned there for a long time, and then he took the things over with some confusion under the push of Gu Xiaoer, who reacted with surprise.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."
The scholar was still in a daze, which was naturally what Gu Xiaoer said.
The noodle shop waiter kept talking while looking back at the people in the noodle shop.
"Go quickly and get the jar of good wine I hid, my lord."
The waiter in the noodle shop finally came to his senses and hurriedly got off the table and went to find Gu Xiaoer's drink.
Wenren Huaigui stood there calmly, looked at Gu Xiaoer and said, "This is what should be done, but it was just delayed due to some things. It doesn't have to be like this."
Gu Xiaoer said seriously: "After all, I'm tired after such a trip, so you can feel more at ease if you accept us."
Wen Renhuaigui looked at Gu Xiaoer quietly for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay."
Gu Xiaoer's treasured wine was brought over. Although it was not a very expensive thing, it was the waiter's intention after all. The imperial eunuch took the jar of wine and Wenren Huaigui looked at the crowd. Everyone who was smiling at the door also smiled slightly, looked at Zhu Congwen and said, "Remember not to miss the time."
Zhu Congwen only came back to his senses now. Looking at Wen Renhuaigui who turned around to leave, he suddenly asked: "Master Jijiu, your servant..."
Wenren Huaigui stopped there, looked back at Zhu Congwen for a long time, and then said calmly: "Those things have nothing to do with you after the Heavenly Prison has found out. It's better not to ask about it in the future."
Gu Xiaoer quickly said sorry, then grabbed Zhu Congwen and headed towards the store.
This story came too suddenly. Everyone returned to the store again, still a little unable to calm down. Looking at the pile of clothes of the Imperial College students, everyone felt like a leaf was blown up by the wind, and some of them were fluttering and could not find their place to fall. .
The group of people wiped the table very seriously, and finally put Zhu Congwen's clothes on the table, clicking their tongues non-stop.
"Look at this material, look at this pattern, Congwen, you will become a high official and get rich in the future, but don't forget us old guys..."
The waiters didn't even eat the hot pot, so they talked non-stop around the students' clothes.
The scholar who was still a little at a loss finally put aside the story of the Lord Attendant in a kind of exclamation. He sat there and looked at the few people and said with a smile: "I dare not forget each other."
The scholar finally became literate.
Gu Xiaoer looked at the scholar seriously and said, "So you see, of course it's Ruyi's persimmons. Those persimmons of mine are worth thousands of gold!"
Persimmon cakes are certainly not worth a thousand pieces of gold.
It's just that maybe it is.
Zhu Congwen smiled softly and said, "Drink, drink."
The sudden personal visit of the Imperial College's minister of wine became an episode in the hot pot meal. After everyone was amazed, they started eating hot pot again.
It wasn't until dusk fell that the hot pot scene ceased.
The scholar and the waiters were all half-full and drunk, and were lying in a messy state in the noodle shop. As for their clothes, they had already been neatly put away by everyone.
The scholar and Gu Xiaoer leaned there drunkenly. After a while, Zhu Congwen suddenly stood up and staggered towards the door.
As the eldest brother, Gu Xiaoer naturally drank a lot. Looking at the scholar's movements, he asked curiously: "You... where are you going...?"
The scholar stood at the door of the noodle shop. After a gust of wind, he became more awake and did not hesitate to speak like Gu Xiaoer. After looking at the strong and full glow of Sophora City for a long time, the scholar said softly: "If wealth does not return to its hometown, it will be like walking in brocade at night."
Gu Xiaoer, who was drunk and fainted, didn't understand what the scholar meant for a moment, and just thought he wanted to go back to Nanyi City to show off.
Of course the scholar doesn't want to go back to Nanyi City.
He just thought of a girl wearing a floral skirt and holding a small white umbrella.
However, the scholar didn't know where to find her, so he could only stand quietly outside the noodle shop, leaning against the wall, waiting for a certain girl to pass by.
only.
Just like what Chen He sang back then - I am a silent passerby leaning against the wall to bask in the sun.
...
The joys and sorrows of life are, of course, far beyond the horizon.
...
The human majesty stood quietly on the wide palace road with his hands behind his hands. Beside the road was a large locust tree, which was constantly rippling in the dusk. Swaggering like the sea.
Liu Qinghe was at the side, looking back at the dusk with a smile.
At dusk not long ago, a waiter in white stood here and watched for a long time, and then left the palace peacefully.
Although Liu Qinghe was smiling slightly, his expression was full of regret.
After a long time, the Lord of Hell turned back, looked at Kamigawa and said softly: "It's a pity that Your Majesty must take a look at such things, otherwise the water in the bottle will probably still remain in the Sophora Capital. "
Kamigawa stood there quietly and said calmly: "If you don't go and take a look, you will feel uneasy in your heart."
Liu Qinghe looked at Shenhe seriously for a long time, and finally his eyes fell on Shenhe's right hand behind his back, and said slowly: "Your Majesty is confident that he will be able to see it?"
Kamigawa withdrew his gaze from the locust tree forest and looked quietly at the ground beneath his feet, which was the stone slab of this ancient palace city.
"When I left Qiushui, I also thought about whether the Demon Lord and his friends made the right choice."
"After a hundred years of conquest, I also thought about whether the world would collapse."
The human demon emperor quietly raised his head and looked at the distant sky.
"Many years ago, there was a very popular saying - what a great imagination. It was used to praise Li Asan, the empress of Huai'an, who was originally the waiter of Huaidu shop, even if the world thought it was impossible I don’t even dare to think that he can get this world from Emperor Huai.”
"But he still got it, and at a very young age, he started thinking about it."
When Kamigawa said this, he rarely laughed. He was no longer calm or rigid. Like a high-spirited young man - His Majesty is over a thousand years old.
"Actually, I really hope to hear this sentence after thousands of years - Can the Kamigawa reach the sky?"
Liu Qinghe looked at this human emperor quietly.
The latter chuckled softly and walked slowly along the palace road.
"Senior Qingyi can go to heaven, which is something everyone takes for granted."
"But I, Kamikawa, am not. Even if I am an emperor for a thousand years, I still exist within the scope of the human world. I really want to hear such words that are full of wonder and shock, just like that sentence of great imagination."
Kamikawa walked forward all the way until he reached the main hall - the main hall was actually not high. Compared to the vast Sophora City outside the palace, it was actually as low as some field ridges.
It's just that this is indeed a good broad and open angle to look at such a human city.
Kamigawa stood there. The emperor who came from Qiushui stood in the twilight of the human world. He looked at it very seriously and said softly: "Although the height of the emperor determines the lower limit of the human world, what can be achieved in the human world?" No matter how high you go, the vision of an emperor is the cornerstone."
"Since there is no way forward, we naturally can only continue to look towards higher places."
"Confined to one city, confined to one country, confined to this place."
"It's not generous enough."
Shenhe looked at Liu Qinghe and said slowly: "If thousands of years later, people say that even Shenhe can reach the sky, then they will naturally have it..."
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said: "Far beyond your Majesty's ability."
Kamigawa said softly: "Yes."
Liu Qinghe also walked towards the long steps of the hall, and finally stopped in the middle, looking at the majestic city like the emperor.
"When will Heavenly Prison release restrictions on the twelfth floor?"
The Lord of Hell asked seriously.
Kamigawa looked at it quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "Everything is uncertain, just wait a little longer."
Liu Qinghe nodded and said, "Okay."
His Majesty suddenly remembered something, looked at Liu Qinghe and said, "Let someone go to Nanke Town to find the best blacksmith in the world."
"Your Majesty wants to see him?"
"No, just looking."
"What if Heavenly Prison can't find it?"
"If we can't find it, then the so-called Bai Yujing is naturally fake." Kamigawa said calmly, "Maybe it was never the immortal who caressed my head, tied my hair and received immortality."
