The second year of Xinyue Renzhao is the first day of March. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe night slid down on the castle tower at the end of Xijing, the soldiers patrolling, the night guard, the night patrol, the color wearing armor and wearing swords.

When the bell and drum tower just rang the son, the red silk lanterns around the platform have not been removed, from the thirteen moats to the middle of the glazed and bright, the golden and brilliant imperial city goes, still the lofty pavilion is majestic, the floors are high, the Lin Palace is all the face and the face is embraced, and the road is far away. Covering the pheasant moat and city gate guarded by the sword soldiers of the outer city.

At night during the wartime curfew, there was always a little discord inside and out.

In the palace wall, the spring peach that has been in full bloom decorates the verandah in the wind, the red dots of the cherry blossoms are lined with the light and shadow of the garden, and the noble magnolia and the green willow are quietly open under the palace wall.

A chessboard is placed on the white marble square table in the pavilion in the back garden, and the sixteen little eunuchs are divided into four teams from afar, each holding a pheasant feather palace fan, a gold teapot, a crank gold umbrella, a gargle and dust, and there is a certain gold-topped goose yellow striped dragon luanyu in the corner of the corner door.

Sixteen guards with swords, dressed in brocade and armed with soft armor, stood majestically to one side and waited. Everyone's eyes were focused on the two monarchs and ministers playing in the hall, and a Taoist watching the chess next to them. But because it was far away, he only let the wind blow the flower shadows and treetops, and the sassy and fragrant wind blew, I don't know what a few people can say.

"The minister has already arranged it." The long-haired middle-aged man on the stone bench on the side of the lower hand of the game sighed softly, and as he spoke, he casually placed a black seed and counted a corner of the white seed.

The young man who played against him had a fair and immature face, but his eyes were sharp and resolute.

He raised his hand, and the bright yellow crepe tunic, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, and the sleeves of the robe embroidered with the pattern of a blue and white nine-clawed real dragon were cut into an elegant arc, swaying and dancing, but he saw that his white fingers put down the white son, and said:

"It's hard for Xue Aiqing, when the country is in crisis, it is eventful. Aiqing is not compassionate to her death, and she is also sent to do a thousand difficult things together with her beloved son and high disciples, and I am very impressed. ”

The middle-aged man didn't say much, and only continued to play against the young man wholeheartedly.

The translucent lacquer yarn crown that swayed slightly on the head, the dark color decoration like the wings of a bird leaned obliquely out next to the crown, and the Taoist who watched the chess next to him did not speak, just let the two of them go back and forth to lay out, and each fell into place. When the two of them were inseparable, the man suddenly swept the dust tail in his hand lightly, and said with a smile:

"If you don't come here today, when you see the light of day again, it's not too late."

The young man thought for a moment, then nodded.

Sending away Xue Fantai, the first-class military general who played the game, the Xinyue Emperor and the Taoist continued to sit on the chessboard.

The little palace maid who served tea brought a fragrant towel and embroidered handkerchief, and the two cleaned their hands and took the tea.

"In this game, the cloth is very far, but I am really sure, this group of young children went to Beiming, can they take root steadily?" The Taoist has silver hair, which is even more distinct in the moonlight, but he only stares at the chessboard, and the black and white sons have already completed their own words, crisscrossing each other.

"Empty silence, your people's side, are also preparing." Emperor Xinyue didn't pay attention to the Taoist's inquiry, and only asked him with a smile.

His smile looked very bitter and old, and there was a handsome young man with a golden and jade face, and the tired struggle and unyielding ideals were contained in it.

"Yes." The empty Taoist took the teacup and looked at the chess game again.

Emperor Xinyue followed his gaze and looked at him, and then touched his gaze, and the two of them moved their hands to a sunspot at the same time.

"Haha" Emperor Xinyue smiled again, with appreciation for this old confidant in his eyes and regret for his dying old age.

"Your Majesty." Seeing this, the Taoist shrank his hand.

The faint sound of the pipa in the courtyard of the harem not far away came intermittently, "Tuan fan, tuan fan, the beauty is sick to cover his face, who will discuss the orchestra?" "Yi Lingfeng sings without falling into the same line, "Hu Ji Hu Ji, Jiangnan is sad ......"

"Qin E looked at Qin Louyue, but it was also in response to the situation," the empty Taoist got up and knelt down on his knees, and made a big salute, "It's not too early, and the old minister retires." Take care of the saints, may the country last long and the heirs prosper. ”

Because he was born an elder, Emperor Xinyue had never seen him like this, and when he heard his words like this, it went straight to the heart, and it made people feel a little sad and crying. However, he still maintained the demeanor of Hezhong, helped the Taoist one by one, and said softly,

"Emptiness, what do you mean, I understand. In this game, the winner has been decided, or there will be no more fighting, you leave this time, and I will give it to you. ”

"Wechen thank the lord Longen, long live my emperor, long live, long live." As he spoke, he pressed his head tightly against the blue brick floor in the pavilion.

When he got up, the silence was still staring at the endgame, for a long, long time.

A strange smile twinked on his lips.

--------------------I'm the dividing line of the male protagonist Fu Yannian's character self-description--------------------------

I was 16 years old when I left Xinyue for Beiming.

Born in troubled times, I am not a lucky child.

When I was three years old, my mother left me, and at the age of sixteen, I had to say goodbye to my father again, go to Beiming, where I had never been, and start a lonely life.

If there is anything special about me when I am sixteen years old, if I think about it carefully, it seems that there is also something.

Although I grew up under the influence of my father since I was a child, although I can't say 100% of the secret whistle and red spies, I also have 70% understanding and execution.

My six senses are amazing, and my father taught my ancestors the yoga techniques that I learned from Persia since I was a child, so my individual screening ability and screening range, microscopic ability and so on, are far beyond the ordinary.

I am good at multitasking, my left and right hands can be the same book, and many things can be done in parallel, but I can also do it without contradiction.

Maybe there are some hidden skills, such as because of the influence of his mother and grandfather, he is slightly familiar with literature and ink, etc., and for example, he is mixed in the army, and he is quite gregarious when he behaves and has accidents......

And then the eggs. I'm still a teenager who has left my parents, my hometown, and I'm a little bored and lonely.

I don't have any goals, I'm not a person with a gray personality, and more often than not, I can't find any of my own protagonist aura, and I even have a slight lack of confidence in the future.

Yes. In this case, I left Xinyue and went to Beiming, and began the road of unconscious enlightenment, counterattack, discovery, and life change.

I'm not a traverser, but I found a traverser,

I'm not a timetraveler, but I redeemed a timetraveler,

I am not a traverser, but I inspire traversers and eventually become a generation of strong people.

My story, starting with me, transforming the world side by side with the traverser, is the first half of my life,

Changing my life for the traverser's counterattack is the second half of my life.

I am Fu Yannian, I am me.