A Dream to Live, a Dream to Die (1)

When the palace chief woke up, she saw the smoke-blue curtain, she sat up and raised her hand to lift the curtain.

There was only one woman in black in the room who was lighting a candle, and when she woke up, she said,

"Miss Gong, you're finally awake."

The palace chief stared, looked around, and said,

"Who are you? Where is this? ”

The woman in black came with a candlestick,

"This is the Dark Chamber."

Gong Changjue wondered,

"Dark Pavilion?"

The woman in black said,

"You don't have to worry, we won't hurt you,"

Although the woman was dressed in black, her eyebrows were beautiful.

"It was our pavilion master who brought you here, you just need to stay here with peace of mind."

The palace chief said,

"Who is your pavilion master?"

The woman said lightly,

"If Miss Gong is curious, you can go and see for yourself."

The woman lit other menorahs.

Gong Changjue stood up and found that the clothes on his body had been changed.

The woman seemed to know what Gong Changjue was thinking, and said,

"I'm the one who changed your clothes."

Gong Changjue nodded and said,

"Dare to ask the girl's name?"

Woman's Road,

"Nightingale."

The palace chief said,

"Thank you, Nightingale girl."

The nightingale was noncommittal.

The palace chief pushed open the door, the night breeze was blowing, and it fell into the courtyard, the moonlight was soft, cold and slow.

Before he had taken a few steps, he heard footsteps.

Gong Changjue looked in the direction where the footsteps came, Ren Xuanji hung a big gourd on his waist, holding a pu fan in the fan, his robe was loose, and it was slightly bulging by the wind.

The palace chief was surprised,

"Is that you?"

Ren Xuanji sat next to the stone table,

"It's the old man."

The palace chief said,

"The seniors don't talk about books, but they are still the pavilion masters of one of the forces."

Ren Xuanji laughed,

"It's just a mixed meal, why bother to be constrained in one thing, over the years, the old man has done a lot, and even helped the temple do the rituals, knocking on the wooden fish for half a month."

The palace chief said,

"It's admirable that the predecessors can hide in the city."

"But the seniors brought me to the place where this dark pavilion is?"

Ren Xuanji shook his head,

"The old man has nothing to do with this dark pavilion, it was the kid surnamed Chu who brought you back."

Gong Changjue was silent.

Ren Xuanji called the nightingale to take out a pen and paper and put it on the stone table in the courtyard.

"Have you ever planned to take such a risk?"

Gong Changjue said slowly,

"I dared to take this risk, so I naturally made some preparations. I found a cave in the mountain stream before, and hung a rope on the edge of the cliff, even if the rope was broken, there was a river below, it was summer, the water rose very high, the low place did not exceed the waist, the high place reached the shoulder, not to mention, I fell in the middle of the mountainside, and I couldn't stand any injuries after all. ”

Ren Xuanji smiled,

"I can't stand any injuries but it's fake, they all fell off the cliff, you just got angry and fainted, but the kid was badly injured, and he came back with you covered in blood."

Gong Changjue raised his eyes and subconsciously asked urgently,

"Is he alright?"

Ren Xuanji held the pu fan and swayed,

"I'll have to ask him if he's okay."

Ren Xuanji pushed the pen and paper in front of Gong Changjue,

"I'm afraid you don't plan to go home in a short time, just write whatever you want, and I'll send it to the Gong family and the Zuo family for you. It's good to be safe. ”

Gong Changjue looked at the pen and paper, and finally sat down, picked up the pen and wrote the words, and folded the written letter.

"I'm in trouble with my seniors."

Ren Xuanji smiled,

"No trouble."

"However, you owe the old man a favor, should you pay something back."

The palace chief said,

"I'm afraid that my predecessors don't look down on mundane things."

Ren Xuanji smiled,

"Vulgar things are as good as vulgar things, but you girl is also smart, and you know that the old man doesn't want vulgar things."

"The old man asks you a question, even if you return the favor.

"Did you really let go of that kid?"

The night was as cold as water, the palace chief lowered his eyes, looked at the pen and paper in front of him, and said slowly,

"What if you can put it down, what if you can't let it go."

"I've been holding him to the top of my heart since I was thirteen."

"I used to climb the wall of the outer courtyard of the Dingwang Mansion to peek at him practicing swords, knowing that he was excellent in swordsmanship, and made a sword spike for him, I was clumsy, a sword spike was dismantled and changed for a month, but I didn't have the courage to give it to him, I heard that the princess of Dongyue was pestering him every day, I carried the sword to find the princess, the princess of Dongyue was beaten by me and lost my heart, and I was too lazy to pester him, I tried my best to like him for several years, but in those years, I was always a stranger to him, and he may not even know my name. Probably that sword spike, there is no chance to be with him for a long time in his life. ”

The palace chief raised his eyes, a pair of eyes were beautiful but silent,

"I don't know why he admired me in his previous life, and I don't understand why in this life, he is willing to give everything for me, just like in his previous life."

"But now I dare not think about it anymore, he is like a burden, weighing on my heart, and from the day I decided that I no longer liked him, I was destined to have no more contact with him."

"The man I like, he has long been annihilated in a very long dream, he is in my dream, twenty-three years old, is a good age in the prime of life, and I am full of devastation, he accompanied me from the abyss to leap down."

Gong Changjue suddenly smiled bitterly and said,

"I'm afraid to die, and he'll die with me. From that moment on, I didn't like him anymore and I won't like him again in my life. ”

Her face was helpless, clearer than the moonlight.

Ren Xuanji smiled,

"You girl, at a young age, your mind is weird."

"In the past, I persuaded you to turn back from the sea of bitterness and realize Lan Yin early, but I didn't expect that you would directly cut off this cause alive."

The moonlight was hazy, and the palace chief Jue's face was unclear.

"Do you want to know why he has had you in mind for both lifetimes?"

Palace Chief Jue raised his eyes to look at Ren Xuanji, and immediately smiled self-deprecatingly,

"Why bother, there is no future after all. What is the need to know about the past? ”

Ren Xuanjidao,

"Have you seen the Peony Pavilion?"

The palace chief said,

"Yes."

Ren Xuanji smiled,

"Du Liniang dreams of life and death because of a tree, and I will give you one."

Gong Changjue didn't understand it for a while, but he didn't ask anymore.

Gong Changjue suddenly said,

"Can my predecessors see my past life?"

Ren Xuanji shook his head,

"Yes, yes, but you have to count, otherwise how can you see through the heavens."

The palace chief said,

"I want to ask my senior to help me find someone."

Ren Xuanjidao,

"Who?"

Gong Changjue looked at the pen and paper in front of him, and his mind was suddenly in his mind.

In her previous life, her reputation was ruined, and she washed her face with tears every day, and suddenly one day, a paper ball was thrown in from outside the hospital and smashed on her.

She only thought it was someone who threw it, and when she opened it, it was a couplet of poems,

Qinglinkou, white blacksmith, raw red furnace, burning black charcoal, sitting south and facing north to fight east and west.

followed by a sentence that I hope someone who is destined can untie the couplet.

The palace chief took the note back to the house. She shut herself in the room, and at that time, she was depressed, and after a few days, she stumbled upon the note, and suddenly she had the idea of putting the couplet together.

She pondered and meditated for half a month, and consulted many classics, and finally said to the last sentence,

Qingyunbian, white-clothed, hanging red tassels, saving silver guns, thinking about the past and turning the tide.

She felt that she was right, and the four colors were in line with the upper link, but she never thought that the front and back did not correspond to Qiankun in the end.

She left the note for half a month, but she didn't know how to meet the person who threw the note.

But one day, when he was standing in the courtyard, he heard a cough from the wall, and then an arrow shot a note at the wall.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the palace chief hurriedly said, "Stop." ”

The palace chief said across the wall,

"Was that the note you threw last time?"

The man over there seemed to hesitate for a moment and did not answer.

The palace chief said,

"Qinglinkou, white blacksmith, red furnace, burning black charcoal, sitting in the south and facing north to fight things."

"This is the upper link given by Your Excellency, I have been thinking about it for a few days, and I hope that Your Excellency will give you one or two."

I didn't hear the footsteps, and the palace chief knew that the people on the other side of the wall hadn't left yet.

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"Qingyunbian, white-clothed, hanging red tassels, saving silver guns, thinking about the future."

The palace chief said,

"Your Excellency, this coupling can be regarded as neat?"

There was silence for a long time, Fang Dao,

"The number of words is neat, but the front and back are not the same category as Qiankun, the level and the degree of generalization are different, but the artistic conception is outstanding, and it can be regarded as an upper-middle level in the end."

The man's voice was calm and gentle for no reason.

Since then, she has been talking to the man who called himself the ghost, and every few days, a letter is shot with an arrow in the courtyard.

In the most miserable and lonely time in her memory, there was a person who stayed up with her, next to her, and there was a person who would not care about her reputation, and talked and laughed with her.

It's a pity that until she died, she didn't know who that person was.

Ren Xuanji only smiled, took out the gourd on his waist and took a sip of wine.

"Girl, it's all over, why bother to pursue it?"

The palace chief said,

"But this person means far more to me than a friend."

He lit the first light in her darkness.

Ren Xuanji wiped his mouth with his sleeve,

"If you can't find out who that person is after tonight, the old man will help you find it."

The palace chief was overjoyed and said with a smile,

"Thank you, senior."

Ren Xuanji strode away without answering.

The moonlight sprinkled on the palace chief's hair, revealing half of the red rope in his hair.

In the dead of night, the moonlight sank into a dream.

The little palace chief jue ran on the long street, holding a black gown, and the same young comb stood next to him eating sugar crisp.

"Miss, this dress is so beautiful, the master will definitely like it."

The little palace chief giggled,

"Although I don't know how to make clothes, the embroidery girl I am looking for was recommended by my grandmother, and my father will look good when he wears this dress on his birthday."

Before she could reply, a man scurried out of the alley, covered in blood, running desperately.

bumped into Gong Changjue, and the clothes in Gong Changjue's hand fell to the ground.

Xiao Gong Changjue and Xiao Combian grabbed the running boy,

Komiya said,

"Well, what are you doing, you knocked off my shirt."

The boy looked back at her in the light, his face covered in blood and black ash.

Konomiya Nagajue dropped his jaw in shock,

"You're not going to be a murderer, are you?"

But the young man said angrily,

"You let go!"

The palace chief and the comb grabbed the boy to death,

Komiya said,

"No, I'll have to take you to the police."

The young man's eyes were blood-red,

"Let go, someone is going to kill me!"

At this moment, a burst of heavy footsteps sounded chaotically, and a group of black-clothed men came towards the long street with knives.

Komiya Nagajue slammed his clothes on the boy's body,

"I believe in you, don't be afraid."

The clothes covered the young man's bloody clothes, and the palace chief pulled the young man to hide in the corner, and the young man was wearing black clothes and hid in the night, and the group of black-clothed people passed in front of their eyes.

Komiya Changjue grabbed the boy,

"Brother, why are they chasing you?"

The young man's eyes were blood-red and he didn't say a word.

Xiao Gong Changjue didn't take it to heart, and said,

"Brother, I know there's an abandoned house next to it, and those men in black can't find you."

In the dark night, the young man's face was indistinct, his white clothes were dirty, and his body was covered with blood.

Konomiya Nagajue pulled him,

"When it's dawn, you'll be able to go home."

A tear fell from the young man's eyes.

He has no home.

In an instant, it seemed to be a large meadow.

The thirteen-year-old palace chief jue rode a horse, and the colorful glow on the horizon gilded her with brilliance.

The red clouds are like blood, the purple clouds are like smoke, and in the gloom of the sky, the palace chief is riding a horse, and his long hair is flying.

She took a bow and arrow, aimed at the target from a great distance, and shot the arrow in an instant.

The arrow pierced through the air and landed straight on the target.

The thirteen-year-old palace chief is bright and flying.

A handsome young man stood in the distance, looking at the glow of the sky, she trampled on a horse to shatter a glow.

Her smile was the only ray of light when he was most embarrassed.

Redeem him from the darkness and give him hope.

He couldn't resist the urge to see her, and every time he couldn't get through it, when he saw her, he seemed to feel that all this was not so difficult.

Unconsciously, she has been seen in her eyes and engraved in her heart.

At some point, he suddenly had the idea of spending his life with the woman in front of him.

I don't know when it started, Gong Changjue suddenly began to smile without showing his teeth, and when he walked on the street, he began to walk no more than three inches, and gradually became a little bit of a lady.

The boy gradually grew into a young man.

He asked the border pass to destroy Xiqing, but the emperor didn't take it to heart, just let him go.

After he returned, he heard that the daughter of the palace family was unilaterally divorced, and her reputation was spurned by everyone.

He galloped to the palace gate overnight, but he didn't know what to do.

The moonlight was hazy, and he could hear sobbing as he stood on the other side of the wall in the outer courtyard.

The chief of the palace stood in the courtyard,

And he stood outside the wall, with his bow and arrow, and with a letter on the tip of the arrow, whizzing against the wooden wall.

In that letter, he wrote many words of consolation.

He was about to leave, but he heard a voice say, "Stop." ”

Gong Changjue asked,

"What's your name?"

He was silent for a long time, and then replied,

"Ghost Head."

Gong Changjue suddenly laughed.

Since then, every month, the two of them will look across a wall and watch the moon talk.

The palace chief was inside the wall, looking at the full moon road,

"Everyone in the world says that I am a traitor, and you may be the only one who does not feel that I am dirty."

Her tone was flat, but he only felt distressed.

But she smiled bitterly,

"People who have seen me in the past would praise me for my bright appearance, but now, this brightness has become a sin, and those people call me bewitching and that I am a vixen."

He looked at the wall, and she drank quietly at the stone table,

He said,

"Gardenias are coarse, so fragrant that they can't be dusted off, and the world says that they are vulgar and feel that their moral character is not high. But the gardenia is still blooming openly, the character of this world is elegant, what does it have to do with it, it wants to bloom, it also has to bloom happily, why cower because of a few people who think they are inexplicable, so in the world of gardenias, it is fragrant frankly and fearlessly. ”

She laughs,

"You can always say things I can't say."