Whenever the sun sets, Qingqiu wakes up when he is sick.

But you don't expect this guy to wake up from his bed, maybe in the grass in the woods, under the tables in the tavern, on the beach by the river, or in a dog hole where no one has ever found.

He straightened his clothes, at least so that people didn't think he was a beggar, and pocketed the worn-out books scattered around him, God knows how many things could hold in this pocket, to turn out candy for children and to find knives to deal with bandits.

Then he looked affectionately at the black wooden cane standing diagonally next to him and said, "My inseparable brother, we should be on our way." ”

Qingqiu is sick, one high and one low, walking in the streets of Guangming City, letting the sunset sprinkle on his face, and the breeze blowing in his ears is as comfortable as tickling.

He greeted pedestrians on the street warmly:

"Hey, beautiful lady," he stopped a lady.

"Why do you have to be in a hurry, how about setting up a sunset over my city?"

The woman raised her arm, but she really felt that Qingqiu was sick and couldn't do anything with her ugly face.

This did not affect Qingqiu's good mood in the slightest.

"Don't think I'm ugly and lame," he said, turning his ugly face into the woman's ear, "I'm doing well in bed, as those women say." ”

"Phew, sick. The woman cursed, bypassed Qingqiu's illness and walked away.

"Haha," Qingqiu turned around and shouted at the woman when he was sick: "Fate, you called my name correctly!"

As he walked on, he saw Halder, the chief eunuch of the City of Light, riding over on horseback, and he stood in the middle of the street with his cane horizontally and in the shape of "big".

Halder saw it from afar, and knew that it was too late to turn the horse's head, so he could only meet it head-on.

"Second master, you are auspicious, and the little one will give you a salute. Halder saluted with a smile on his face.

"Erha, where are you going in a hurry, you want to run when you see your master?" Qingqiu was sick, his ugly face was elongated, and he pointed at Halder and said, "Ye has something to do with you today." ”

"Second master, you command. Halder smiled.

"Look at my clothes," said Aoqiu, who was sick and showed off his rags to Halder, "and ask my pretty and brainless sister for advice, so that I can be given a suit." ”

"The small ones do it right away. "Halder just wants to send the plague god away as soon as possible, and accept whatever he says.

"Oh, second master, what are you doing here?" Halder itched all over.

"I can't trust you," Aooka said sickly, rummaging through Halder with one hand, and after a little fumbling for a while, he found a money bag.

"I'm not taking you for nothing, you use my money to top it. ”

Then Qingqiu was sick and sniffed the money bag under his nose and said, "Hey, there is the smell of the treasury." ”

"Second master, you are joking, this is really a small amount of hard-earned money, but the little one is willing to honor you. "Halder's heart is bleeding, and he knows that the plague god is not a little bloody.

"It's okay, I'll keep it a secret for you," Qingqiu smiled sickly and squeezed his eyes at Halder, who got goosebumps.

"You can get out. Qingqiu said that he was sick.

"Wait," Qingqiu called out to Halde, who was about to get on the horse, and Halder turned around, put one leg in the saddle, and stood on one leg waiting for Qingqiu's sick command.

"Keep your eyeliner away from me, I know your little sparrows are all over the Seven Kingdoms, but let me catch them," Qingqiu made a gesture with his hands twisted, "and I screwed their little heads." ”

"Second master, there is no such thing. Halder assured.

"Hmph, it's better to be like that. ”

After speaking, he didn't bother with Halder, hummed a little tune and continued to walk, feeling that Halder's money bag was a burden, and he happened to pass by the shelter in Guangming City, which was full of helpless people, he opened the mouth of the money bag and poured it into his hand, it was a large handful of golden python coins, it seemed that this eunuch had made a lot of money.

I kept one for myself, and threw the rest of the partition wall into the shelter, listening to the commotion inside.

When I walked to Wenchang Pavilion, the sunset had completely set, Qingqiu was sick and dragged his lame leg across the threshold, and almost fell, and the child on duty hurriedly came to help.

This kid is not very old and very smart. The clothes are embroidered with "Spitting Fire and Blood Phoenix", and at first glance it is a person from the Dugu family in the West.

It is not uncommon for the lords of the various families of the Seven Kingdoms to send their children to the City of Light for training.

"Your threshold is too high, it seems that you are deliberately trying to turn me away, so that Old Man Wen can quickly saw off this damn threshold, hey, what about Wen Shanhe?"

"Lord Wen didn't come," the child is already familiar with Qingqiu's illness, "Lord Wen said, anyway, the emperor is crazy, and no one else cares about him, the old coffin, he might as well go home and sleep." ”

"He should have gone home to sleep, Duguyi, your name is Duguyi, right?" Qingqiu asked the child with a sick glare.

"Yes, sir, you remember. Dugu Yi said.

"He should have gone home and slept a long time ago," Qingqiu continued with illness, "Maybe Huang Fuxiong was driven crazy by Old Man Wen's endless words, and the old man is too noisy. ”

Duguyi didn't answer, and the two entered the library.

"Are you ready?" asked Qingqiu.

"It's all ready, look, my lord. ”

There was a thick stack of books on the table, one of which had been opened and spread out on the table, officially designating the "History of the Seven Kingdoms".

Qingqiu sat at the table with illness and asked, "Is there a book here about the penal colony?"

Dugu Yi was lighting the oil lamp, raised his head and thought about replying: "It seems that there were, I remember that it was borrowed by the sea Xiangguo, saying that it was borrowed, who dares to go back, not to mention that the Xiangguo has long been gone, maybe everyone is gone." ”

"He can't die," Qingqiu began to read when he was sick, and said faintly: "How lonely it must be for him to die in the Seven Kingdoms." ”

The remnant sun had completely sunk, and when the last ray of light shining into the library disappeared, Qingqiu was sick and began today's life.

All kinds of sorrow or self-paralyzing happiness in real life are gone with the fragrance of books, he doesn't have to think about anything, no one has to pay attention to it, he will be immersed in the vast sea of ancient books or smile, or sigh.

In the middle of the night, a copy of the "History of the Seven Kingdoms" was turned to the last few pages, which described the Qingqiu family.

The first sentence of the first paragraph of the text is the family motto of the Qingqiu family: adapt to change.

Qingqiu is sick and continues to look back, there are some descriptions of the family: "The Qingqiu family has always been long and weak, and its fief is narrow and surrounded by the royal family, the Shangguan family in the east, and the Murong family in the south,...... Survival in the cracks has always made the tribe cunning and mercenary...... Although it has risen to the rank of the Seven Kingdoms, the family has never produced a prominent person......"

Qingqiu smiled in his heart: "It's also pertinent." ”

This "History of the Seven Kingdoms" was written by the ruling family of the Imperial City, the original author is no longer verifiable, and it is continued to be written by later generations, thinking that if it is not for the family stationed in Guangming City with the family, it is really difficult to read this book.

Qingqiu was sick and continued to look back, it was the family directory of the Qingqiu family, but he didn't find his name.

"Damn," Qingqiu muttered sickly.

"It must be that the short-lived sequel writer was already burping before he was born. "Qingqiu is sick and comforts himself.

The family name only mentions his brother and sister, the twin siblings: Qingqiu Yourong and Qingqiu Youyong. Then, the book is over.

Perhaps my loving father did not tell the Dark City or the Seven Kingdoms about the existence of a son like me, and certainly the City of Light did not know about it.

I was abandoned by this era like air.

Qingqiu was sick and looked down at the family crest embroidered on his crumpled clothes: a poor little fox.

Maybe tomorrow you should go to the blacksmith and make a solid gold crest to hang around your neck, and it will shine everywhere you go.

Qingqiu was sick and took the second book, and saw a few pieces of dim sum and cold tea on the desk, and Dugu Yitou, who was sitting not far away, dozed off like a chicken pecking rice.

He stood up on tiptoe, dragged a stump leg and tried not to make a sound, walked over and took off his coat and put it on Duguyi, but he didn't think about it but woke him up.

"My lord, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me. Duguyi stood up and said embarrassedly.

"Don't spend it with me, go to the room and sleep. Qingqiu said that he was sick.

"Okay lord, I'll go refill your cup of hot tea. Dugu Yi got up and went to pour water.

Aooka sat back in his seat when he was ill and began his second book.

Dugu Yi also tiptoed over, put down the water, and retreated to the same place.

This young child from the Dugu family was also puzzled, and what he couldn't figure out was that this middle-aged man in ragged clothes, nameless, and crippled legs, obedient and mean-faced, like a ghost, had been studying all night here every night since the day he entered Guangming City.

Could it be that he is really sick? Dugu Yi raised his eyes to look at Qingqiu who was sick, and the flickering flames covered his messy hair and ugly face with a yellow light, and cast a huge shadow on the wall of books behind him, this shadow was like the shadow of a king.

Dugu Yi was a spirit, rubbing his eyes and looking at it again, it was still like this, like the king sitting on the desk to review the proposal of the recital, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Even if the night is long, the day will be with you.

The sky is like a blue jewel, a sign of the dawn that is about to break.

Qingqiu rubbed his sore eyes sickly, Meimei stretched her waist, the flame of the oil lamp on the desk flickered and struggled a few times and quietly extinguished, a pillar of green smoke came out, and the lamp oil had burned out.

Dugu Yi slept on the table Zhengxiang, and his saliva wet the corner of the table.

Qingqiu came over sickly, took out a gold coin left from yesterday's knock on the Halder bamboo pole from his pocket, gently put it on the table, walked out of the library and closed the door.

The morning breeze hit with a chill, so that he did not feel sleepy, thinking about his little nephew and little prince Dou Chu opened the house to chase the palace maid to play, sister Qingqiu Yourong went around to attract people to listen to the government, brother Qingqiu was busy training the few soldiers and horses in the family to be ready, and his father was seeking the position of Xiangguo to replace Zhu Shihai, who had been missing for half a year.

The entire Qingqiu family and half of the family's retainers have all entered Guangming City.

Everything is ready, just wait for the delirious and dying Huang Fuxiong to take his last breath.

A herd of powerful and proud ants, trying to provoke an elephant.

Qingqiu smiled bitterly when he was sick, it won't be long before the "History of the Seven Kingdoms" might become the "History of the Six Kingdoms", and he couldn't do anything, maybe his top priority was to find the dog hole in the nunnery, or by the firewood pile in the widow's house, and sleep in the most comfortable position, what could be better?