Yan Xi walked along the path when she came here.

He was always one step ahead of Beizhen Fushi, his back was stiff, and he said nothing, staring straight ahead at the unknown darkness ahead.

When he stepped on a certain stone step, the sound of a string of iron chains being pulled rushed towards him, and an excited middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded: "It's a matter, go to Fuyi! It's a matter, go to Fuyi!"

Yan Xi appeared to be invulnerable on the surface, but in reality he was gripped tightly by great grief and anger, and the sounds from the outside world seemed to be separated from him by a layer of veil, which was not real.

He didn't react for a while, and turned his head in a daze, facing a face that was blowing towards him and enlarged.

That face was stuck between the iron fences, and it was covered with scars, and the eyes were bloodshot, and they stared at Yan Xi tightly because of the excitement.

Yan Xi's eyes began to fluctuate slightly, his mind was buzzing for a while, then dead silent and gloomy for a while, he followed in a daze: "It's all over, brush your clothes... hide your merits and fame?"

The middle-aged man nodded vigorously, almost tears welling up in his eyes.

Yan Xi woke up suddenly: ""It's over, brush your clothes and go"!"

Yan Xi finally understood the other party's meaning, this is Dao Dao, the author of the original work!

Yan Xi had been looking for her for five years, and unexpectedly met her here.

With an eager expression, Daodao stretched out his stained hand, and his voice was choked up: "I finally—"

Beizhen Fushi thought that the prisoner was going to hurt someone, so he stood in the middle, stopped Daodao, and at the same time wanted to pull Yan Xi away.

Yan Xi turned sideways almost imperceptibly, avoiding the touch of strangers, and looked at Fushi Beizhen with a straight face.

Beizhen Fushi has a higher official position than him, but he is shocked by him.

Yan Xi's inherent noble temperament makes people want to curry favor with him, Beizhen Fushi felt subtle and explained: "Master Xuan, this prisoner is called Chen Qiu, and he is the key to another case."Accomplice. He has gone crazy recently, Master Xuan, don't listen to his nonsense."

Yan Xi asked: "Crazy?"

Beizhen Fushi said: "This man was about to die, but somehow managed to get over it. After that, he kept talking about strange things."

Yan Xi couldn't recognize Dao Dao, so he could only follow Bei Zhen Fushi's words to look at Dao Dao and say, "What did he say?"

Beizhen Fushi pondered, not sure how to repeat.

Daodao and Yan Xi exchanged a knowing glance over there, and Daodao suddenly cursed twistedly: "You are all lackeys, and you will all die soon! Da Jing will change the world soon, and all of you mustLiquidated!"

Bei Zhenfu envoy looked at Yan Xi helplessly, meaning: It's this kind of crazy talk that will kill your head.

Yan Xi nodded, and turned to look at Chen Qiu's body that Da Dao was using now.

This is really not an occasion to speak well.

Yan Xi had entrusted his relationship to enter the imperial prison, and the governor of Beizhen would definitely not let him act alone. In addition, this row of prison cells is detaining people with open fences, and everyone who speaks can be heard in the row.

They are facing each other, but they cannot recognize each other.

In the brief attention, they instantly understood each other's situation.

Daodao smiled cryptically, walked back a few steps loosely, and suddenly laughed dryly. He laughed extremely hard, followed by a huge cough. After finally recovering, he didn't know whether he was laughing or coughing, his eyes were redHe cursed madly: "You dog officials, listen to me! Da Jing was supported by the hands of the common people, you are all moths!"

The Fushi of Beizhen listened with a serious face, and did not reprimand "Chen Qiu", but explained to Yan Xi in a low voice: "This person is near the end of his life, and he only has so little strength left, let's go, he is tired of scoldingwill stop."

Yan Xi didn't move, just looked at Dao Dao.

The governor of Beizhen only thought that Yan Xi was curious, so he persuaded him: "If he doesn't leave, he will scold even worse, Mr. Xuan..."

Daodao rushed over suddenly and shook the fence vigorously: "My life is getting shorter and shorter, because I was killed by you dog officials. It's your problem, it's the problem of this world! It's too rotten in this world!"

Yan Xi understood.

Dao Dao is saying: Every time he wears a book to work, the time is getting shorter and shorter, because the order of this world is getting more and more chaotic. If Dao Dao wants to live longer, Yan Xi needs to change the order.

Going through such frequent births and deaths, each time is suffering and tormenting, just thinking about it makes me go crazy.

Dao Dao is not completely crazy, which must be because he has a strong will that is different from ordinary people.Yan Xi couldn't help but think of that brief conversation with Dao Dao, when Dao Dao's optimism and humor had been worn away by the frequent life and death.

If you continue to grind, madness is inevitable.

Yan Xi thought, if he was in a different place, he might have gone crazy.

He had just experienced Wen Lan's death, and he was already going crazy and wanted to kill someone.

After Daodao finished speaking, Yan Xi nodded slightly to him.

He smiled steadily, then walked in a random pace, looking up to the sky and smiling, with tears rolling down his eyes.

With a haggard figure and a filthy face, he cursed hoarsely:

"I have traveled to countless places in Da Jing, and I have seen people from all over the world!"

"The people are suffering, the Li people are miserable, life is difficult, and life is like ants!"

"This day is simply not human!"

"The rich and powerful trample the common people under their feet!"

"This rotten world eats people!"

Daodao yelled louder and louder, he looked around the dark cell sadly, and "giggled" grinningly.

He is the author, this book is his painstaking effort, and he has a natural close connection with the world.

But the author hates this world.

The sadness and sorrow in this process made Yan Xi unable to bear to think about it.

Dao Dao seemed to use the cell as a stage, dancing crazy dance steps alone.He yelled, and at some point his face was full of tears.

He slapped the wall, then knelt on the ground and beat the dirty slate. He seemed to be really crazy, laughing and crying repeatedly.

At a certain moment, he seemed to realize where he was, and rushed over, grabbing the void with his dead branch-like hands, and shouted sharply: "No one shelters me from the wind and rain, no one keeps me a night light, no one keeps mePeople guard the territory for me, but no one lives for me!"

Dao Dao's muddy eyes were looking for a landing point in confusion, and finally fixed the focus when he swept past Yan Xi, he rushed over, grabbed the fence and said to Yan Xi: "But so what!"

"Fate can't make me kneel down and beg for mercy!"

Blood flowed from the nail he had scratched off, his voice gradually became hoarse, and the unhealed wound on his body ruptured and blood flowed out.

The governor of Beizhen saw the blood splattered all over the ground, and he still didn't reprimand the crazy prisoner, but shook his head at Yan Xi, meaning: he will not live long.

Yan Xi stood there expressionlessly.

He couldn't make any more expressions, he seemed to be very calm, but also seemed to have been withdrawn from the spirit, he exchanged eyes with each other in the gap between Daodao's every turn.

Dialogue silently with each other's tacit understanding.

Dao Dao coughed up blood, he probably knew that he was going to die again, and finally he could end this physical ailment, his eyes were a little more relieved, but his voice became even louder: "There will always be someone who will come to clean up this Infernal World!"

Dao Dao tremblingly stretched out his hand to Yan Xi, and shouted hysterically:

"Pierce it!"

"Step through it!"

"Smash it!"

Yan Xi also stretched out her hand to him.

Bei Zhen gave the order to protect Yan Xi comprehensively, and wanted to stop her, but Yan Xi gave him a cold look.

From that look, Bei Zhenfu envoy felt a chill all over his face, and silently withdrew his hand.

Daodao finally took hold of Yan Xi's hand, which was haggard and stiff.

Daodao fell down slowly, and Yan Xi squatted down with the hand holding Daodao.

Daodao's eyes turned white, and there was a desperate silence in his eyes.

He fell limply, Yan Xi couldn't help him through the fence, and could only hold him firmly.

Dao Dao gave Yan Xi a last hard look, and then gazed at the dark place above. He gasped for a long time, tried hard to accumulate strength, and finally said the most important sentence:

"We no longer look up to the Son of Heaven, we have to create our own God!"

Daodao's hand slipped down.

The knife is gone.

Yan Xi knelt on the ground, lowered her head, and looked at the "Chen Qiu" that was spread like mud inside the fence.

Such a state of death is worse than even ants. Ants still have freedom, but swords and knives have always been bound by fate.

Yan Xi couldn't cry anymore.

If Wen Lan's death made Yan Xi "crazy", then Dao Dao's death made Yan Xi "silent".

Like a lunatic running hard on the edge of an abyss, he suddenly stopped.

He recovered his ability to think amidst the pain and anger, and the stimulation of successive deaths did not push Yan Xi into the abyss of darkness.

Instead, Yan Xi became numb in the process of adaptation.

Yan Xi's eyes lingered on "Chen Qiu" for a long time, and he didn't let go until the hand he was holding again became completely cold.

He looked towards the narrow skylight, and said silently: "Daodao, let's go, I will try my best to make your life better than the last one."

Then he got up slowly, smelling the stale and fresh smell of blood, standing in this dirty darkness, his face became colder and colder.

There was a cold arc on the corner of his lips, and under the light of the hanging lamp, he didn't know whether he was angry or smiling.

Yan Xi walked out of the prison from the ground, and when he stepped up to the last step, he turned around and said, "Thank you Shao Zhen Fu today."

Bei Zhen's envoy called Shao Ting, and he understood with a wry smile after being slightly stunned—this Master Xuan didn't call him before, because he was angry with Jin Yiwei, and even dragged him into anger.Before leaving, was willing to call him to thank him for his care.

He thought in his heart that Xuan Yin's penny must be more intimidating, and thinking that this person can easily manipulate Ying Zhu, he became more determined not to offend Xuan Yin, and said with a cheerful smile: "It turns out that Master Xuan knows Shao's name taboo.", then it will save Shao to introduce himself again, if you need Shao for anything in the future, just speak directly, don't bother Eunuch Ying."

"Shao Zhenfu is polite." After Yan Xi finished speaking, he walked away.

Shao Ting watched Yan Xi leave gracefully, and the moment the other party stepped into the light from the darkness seemed to be a different person.

One moment, he was still covered with gloom, and the next moment he was a handsome young man in the world.This person tore off a layer of painted skin in a blink of an eye. At the end of the steps, where the light and shadow meet, half of his face is in the dark, and half of his face is in the light. Half of it is a ghost, and the other half is an angel.

Shao Ting witnessed Yan Xi's natural transformation, and felt cold on the soles of his feet and numbness in his back.

Really terrible.

When Yan Xi left the Jinyiwei yamen, he saw a green tweed car specially rebuilt for him by the Beiyuan Palace parked outside.

He walked straight over, Fang Xun jumped out of the car and opened the door for him, he stepped into the car, and saw that there was already a person in the car.

He was only slightly taken aback, then got into the car with a low body.

Fang Xun closed the door behind him.

Yan Xi got into the car, his eyes only stopped on Song Beiming for a moment, and then turned away.

He stopped at a random place, with the words "Don't disturb the idlers" clearly written on his face.

He was really impatient to talk to anyone right now, and he didn't even have the heart to play the game of back and forth, refusal and welcome with Song Beiming.

He was writhing to the point of tearing off his skin, and he was in an extremely irritable state.

Reason made him close his eyes tightly, so that at least he didn't look like a lunatic on the surface.

No matter who provokes him at this moment, Yan Xi may run away violently.

Unexpectedly, Song Beiming just lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then closed them again and went to rest.

Yan Xi felt as if he had punched the cotton with his fist, his whole body felt numb, and he said with a sullen face, "Go to Wen Zhai."

Fang Dun was ordered to turn around.

Yan Xi didn't pay much attention to Song Beiming, he was in a daze for a moment, and when his heartbeat obviously slowed down, he realized that the dryness in his heart was unknowingly weakening.

The madness in his chest obviously subsided under the comfort of "Ku".

As if the tide was ebbing, what was left in his heart was heavy grief.There are both those who are against Wen Lan and those who are against Dao Dao.

He is a cold person, if others do not take the initiative, he will not take the initiative to make friends.Both Wen Lan and Daodao were connected with him by chance and took the initiative to befriend him.

Speaking of which, since he came to this book, the two of them can be regarded as friends.

But these two people died together in front of him today.

He thought wistfully: don't know if Wen Lan has arrived at the Yaotai in her dream, but where does Dao Dao go to suffer?

The malice of this book is beyond the original author's understanding, as if it is real history, it is out of the author's control.

Dao Dao asked him to "make his own god"; Wen Lan made a wish to "Hai Yan He Qing".

It's hard for Yan Xi to describe how much he understands, he seems to understand everything, but also seems to have only heard the superficial.

After a lot of thoughts, accompanied by the comfort of "Ku" in the small space, Yan Xi had already calmed down for the most part when he arrived at Wen's residence.

Before he got out of the car, he glanced at Song Beiming, and seeing that the other party didn't respond to him, he opened the door and was about to go out.

Unexpectedly, Song Beiming said suddenly: "It's raining heavily, take my cloak and go."

Yan Xi felt in a daze that there was a heavy rain outside. He stared blankly at the rain, and in his mind were the images of Wen Lan and Dao Dao interlaced.

Song Beiming called him "light rain".

He just came back to his senses and took the cloak casually, opened the car door, took the umbrella prepared by Fang Xun, and walked into the rain.

The carriage of the Beiyuan Palace stopped for a while in front of Wenzhai, and there was no movement inside for a long time. Song Beiming leaned out from the door and looked at the old wooden door, wondering what he was thinking.

"Master, be careful about the rain." Fang Xun said, holding up another umbrella to cover it and said, "Those who followed secretly, they all scattered when they saw our carriage coming to pick up Lord Xuan..”

"Some people didn't see that I arrived in person, so they won't give up." Song Beiming said, "Let's stay outside for a while so that those people can see clearly."

Fang Xun said: "I look at him very sad, and I am about to cry."

Song Beiming was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I have cried a long time ago, and now I am trying to find someone to fight."

Fang Xun said: "I saw his sullen face, and I didn't dare to say a word to him, for fear that he would cut me down."

"It's really driving him into a hurry, I'm afraid it's more than killing people." Song Beiming smiled slowly, and said, "He's 'young and ignorant', you give way. Don't be too close to him these few days, in front of his eyesIt annoys him, just protect him from a distance."

"Yes." Fang Xunxin said that that one is the number one scholar, and eight poles are not related to "ignorance", but his master is blatantly partial, so what can he do, just follow the partiality.Thinking of Yan Xi's transparency and sharpness on weekdays, he secretly reminded himself to be more careful when serving this person in the future, if he offends this one day, it will be enough for him to drink a pot of food.

Song Beiming asked again: "I just told you how to put a few of his clothes in the Wen Zhai for a change of clothes?"

Fang Xun replied: "Seeing that he was covered in blood when he came out of the imperial prison, he immediately asked someone to do it. Our carriage moves slowly, and the dark guards from the day before yesterday ran fast. I think it has been settled properly."

Song Beiming let out a "hmm".

Fang Xun then reported on what Song Beiming had entrusted him to do earlier: "We found someone to help him clear Jinyiwei, but it was useless. He found Wen Lan through the way he found himself."

"Send someone to repair the leakage in Wen's house." Song Beiming reached out to catch the rain in his hands, and said with a slight frown, "He has been bumping into walls in the past two days, and he didn't come to ask me. I just thought he was arrogant and refused.I bowed my head, I never thought that there was someone behind me who was confident."

Fang Xun said: "I heard that Eunuch Ying Zhu was disturbed today. Although the guards of Jin said that they did not see Lord Xuan and Ying Zhu in contact, this day is too coincidental. Yingzhu, who serves His Majesty closely, alwaysThey are all in front of the imperial court, and it is rare to come to the Jinyiwei yamen once, and he happens to be there. It is hard for people not to think about it."

Song Beiming said: "He is powerful, and his relationship with Ying Zhu is deeply hidden. The contact between the two of them today is clean. Others are just guessing. Without confirmation, they can't be sure. But as long as there is this level of speculation, people will not dare to touch him.He didn't even look at me in the past two days, because he has already straightened out the relationship, and he simply doesn't bother to give anyone face. He treats me equally, and ignores the slight relationship with me.clean."

Fang Xun heard that Song Beiming didn't seem to be angry, on the contrary, he seemed to be in high spirits, so he dared to answer: "Master Xuan doesn't care much about anyone."

Song Beiming stared at the door: "He has high vision and is a civil servant. What he values is the court. The power of the Beiyuan Palace is outside Beijing. There is no place for him to use. It is not worth his painstaking efforts. These days he and IYou come and go with me, it's all hypocrisy, you are a cold person."

Fang Xun was a little uncertain whether Song Beiming was angry, and didn't know how to answer the question for a while.

Song Beiming waited for a while, seeing that he hadn't moved, urged him, "Why don't you talk about him?"

Fang Xun secretly groaned in his heart, and he bit the bullet and said: "Master Xuan is the number one scholar from a poor family, so he doesn't have a relationship with the heavens, right? How can you not look down on the Beiyuan Palace."

Song Beiming withdrew his hand from the rain and said: "The poor family is just his background. From the day he became the number one scholar, he has had a relationship with the heavens. To choose him as the number one scholar requires both His Majesty's approval and the Inner Pavilion's nod. Behind the scenes, there are things to deal with."The relationship is very complicated, your majesty has never tried so hard to get someone in these years, his 'heaven' must be your majesty."

Fang Xun's complexion changed, and he felt more and more that the conversation would be fatal, so he stammered: "Then His Majesty is interested in him...cough cough cough...a literary talent?"

Song Beiming sat back in the car, his face sunk in the shadows, and he said with difficulty, "It doesn't matter what His Majesty likes him, he is now my man. I live near the Xuanzhai, and His Majesty didn't move, so it's a tacit consent. IWe have already walked a bright road with him, and anyone who wants to make up his mind in the future has to ask me first."

Seeing Song Beiming leaning on the soft chair, Fang Xun knew that he was going back home. He closed the door and heard the signal from the "Pigeon Department". He frowned and reported: "The news is that Wen Lan died in prison.”

Song Beiming sat up straight: "I thought it was only the second day, and Wen Lan was seriously injured at most, but I never thought that...he just left. No wonder he was so angry just now, he was so angry that he was about to cause internal injuries,I didn't find anyone to get angry, and I pretended to be a ruthless person."

How does Fang Xun answer the call?How can Master Xuan be judged by him?Fang Xun pretended to be dumb.

Sure enough, Song Beiming didn't wait for his words, and after pondering for a moment, he said: "Get someone to take care of it, get Wen Lan's body out earlier, and then find a place with good geomantic omens and place it in place. Wen Lan is a real national scholar, and he was buried in a dignified manner.Not too much."

Fang Xun replied solemnly: "Yes."