In the spring of the thirtieth year of Shenghe, Bianjing was rarely rainy and rainy, and there was no warmth for a long time.

The bare-headed walkers on the fifth watch day rang the first sound of the wooden fish, and the smell wafted from the gourd soup shops in the market outside the West Neiye Gate, and a long queue formed.

A group of cavalry sped by, splashing water, and the diners at the end of the line couldn't escape being sprayed with mud.

This diner is five big and three thick, his hair stands on end, there is a treasure knife hanging from his waist, and his hands are full of calluses, and he is a master who is not easy to mess with, and at this moment he saw that he was dirty in his robe, and he opened his mouth and scolded, "The trick is not used to pick ......

Before he could finish his sentence, he was stopped by the trembling boy who greeted him at the door.

"You don't want to die, that's the Imperial City Division!"

The boy's low voice was filled with fear, and seeing that the cavalry did not turn around, the breath hanging in his heart was relaxed.

Hearing these three words of the Imperial City Division, the strong man instantly became dumbfounded, and after a long while, he gritted his teeth and scolded in a southern accent, "Bah, the eunuch is domineering, and the lackey is in charge." ”

The faces of the people queuing around him changed slightly when they heard this, and they all quietly moved away from him.

The boy in front of the door had weak legs, looked around, and pulled the strong man to the alley next to him.

As soon as he entered, the boy hurriedly made a gesture and grabbed the strong man's hand.

"This hero, I don't want to cause trouble with the officials, so you don't have to talk about it anymore. I listen to your accent, when you hit the south and just entered Bianjing. That...... That ......"

The boy's voice was inaudible, "You don't know, the East Palace plotted rebellion, Zhang Chunting killed the abolished prince in front of the jade platform, and the rain for three days did not wash the blood in front of the palace." The dog on the side of the road barked, and the Imperial City Division had to be arrested and interrogated as a traitor......"

"Guan Yushi hit the pillar and died, and he is still thinking about it behind closed doors...... Let's make a living with a small business, and I hope that the good man will spare ......"

Without waiting for the strong man to react, he stomped his feet, flicked his sleeves, and ran quickly to the shop to greet the guests.

The alley was quiet, and the drizzle fell on the hair and turned into fine droplets.

A thin layer of moss grew from the damp corners of the walls, which looked hazy green.

It was rare for the north to be so damp, and the strong man lowered his head and touched the big knife hanging from his waist, his face was calm, and he didn't see the previous irritable appearance at all.

He slowly spread out his palm, and in the palm of his hand was a note with a dense list of names written on it.

He looked at it carefully, and the three words "Guan Zhengqing" were ranked first.

The rain fell, blurring the name as if it were fateful.

The strong man did not hesitate, tucked the note into his sleeve, and walked towards the other end of the alley, without taking a few steps, but stopped, and pressed his hand on the hilt of his knife.

At the mouth of the narrow alley, I don't know when a person was standing.

She was dressed in plain clothes, holding an oil-paper umbrella with a painting of the remnants of the rain in her hand, and a swarthy and inconspicuous long sword hanging diagonally from her waist.

She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, tall and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Looking at each other, the strong man held his breath and stared at the little lady's hand, and as soon as her hand touched the hilt of the sword, he immediately drew the sword.

The surroundings seemed to be quiet for an instant, until the little lady passed by him with an umbrella as if no one was around, and the strong man felt as if he had regained his hearing, and the crisp voice of the boy in front of the soup shop could be heard again.

The strong man let out a long breath, scratched his wet hair with some annoyance, and quickly disappeared into the rain with a kick.

Gu Shiwei listened to the sound of treading water and did not look back.

She crossed the soup shop with an umbrella, bought the long-lost steamed buns at the Wanjia steamed bread shop, and walked unhurriedly towards the house in her memory.

The blue tiles and white walls and black wooden doors, the lantern plaque stone lions, and the word "Gu House" written in gold letters on a black background.

Gu Shiwei looked at it, raised the umbrella slightly, and looked towards the east, where the pavilions and pavilions were flying in the smoke and rain, and there was a faint sound of music.

When she was young, she used to live with her parents, and now it is part of the Fushun Emperor's Mansion.

She lowered her eyes and walked straight towards the gate of the Gu family, the porter Gu Lou had been staring at her as soon as she stopped.

"Does the little lady have a prayer?"

Gu Lou is thirty-seven, with a little gray hair on his head, although the Gu family has been in Bianjing for several years, but when he speaks, he still has a bit of Yuezhou accent.

"Those who come to collect debts do not need to pay homage. It is said that nobles forget a lot, and the Gu family is so amazing now that they don't even know the old people. ”

Gu Shiwei said, put away the oil-paper umbrella, and the rain flowed down the surface of the umbrella, winding and twisting, like flowing blood.

Gu Lou's eyes widened suddenly, it was a face as pale as a dead man, there was no blood at all, and the girl with sword eyebrows and starry eyes was so familiar and unfamiliar.

He had a chill down his spine, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he stammered, "You! You! You're alive! ”

Gu Lou said, suddenly turned his head and looked in, and then his voice trembled, "Since you are still alive, why did you come back?" Come on. ”

"Didn't you say that? to collect debts. ”

Gu Shiwei took a bite of the steamed bun and walked straight towards the door.

Wanjia steamed buns enjoy the reputation of being the first in Beijing, and in the past, Daddy often took her to the first place.

The fifth watch was bright, and when I came back, the steamed buns in my arms were still hot, just in time for A-Niang to finish freshening up.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a huge stone wall, on which the stone wall is engraved with the four big characters of "Honest and Prudent", and then go down to sprinkle 7749 Gu clan rules.

The inscription looks like a gold hook and silver stroke, but on a closer look, each word seems to be drawn by an invisible frame, and none of them are out of line.

Gu Shiwei looked at it, with a bit of mockery in his eyes.

Gu's family is cold, and the eight generations are all private school teachers and teachers. When it came to Gu Shiwei's grandfather Gu Yanzhi's generation, Xu Shiwei's accumulated eight lifetimes of merit was finally enough, green smoke was rising from the ancestral grave, and Gu Yanzhi's high school jinshi moved his family to Beijing, which was barely a place under the roots of this imperial city.

Gu Yanzhi rummaged through the sage books, racked his brains to write down such rules, and after the wall was completed, the carriage and horses passed through the downtown and then rode the cloud bridge and then to the Guozijian before entering the house.

The people in the house have not arrived, and the rules are known to the world.

After passing through the long corridor and a few more vertical arches, Gu Shiwei went straight to Fushan Hall.

The Gu family has its own fixed number of morning and evening dinners, and every fifteenth day of the new year, the five rooms of the family, from the seventy old to the three-year-old children, gather in Fushan Hall to show filial piety.

Today is the fifteenth day.

When Gu Shiwei entered the door, it was just the step of pressing the altar pickles with brown rice porridge, and the room surnamed Gu raised the spoon at the same time, the height and height of the raised hand, and the size of the mouth opening, were all the same.

Obviously, the people who sat in the room were weird, and there was no sound.

It was as if he had broken into a haunted house in the middle of the night and seen two rows of papier-mâché dummies holding a banquet, pretending to be lifeless.

Seeing Gu Shiwei enter the door, I don't know who was the first to exclaim, followed by the spoon falling to the ground, knocking over the crackling sound of the bowl, and the entire Fushan Hall suddenly came to life.

"Ghosts! Ghost ......"

Gu Shiwei heard the ghost words, and grinned at Gu Yanzhi, the head of the Gu family on the main seat.

Gu Yanzhi's pupils shrank suddenly, and his fingers trembled violently, but he slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand, and said to the eldest son who was sitting under him, "The Gu family is unfortunate and has committed a traitor, thanks to the mercy of the official family, I will not allow the invitation of Zhu Lian." ”

"We should report to the emperor for the righteous destruction of relatives. Yucheng, go and ask the Imperial City Division to arrest the sinner. ”