I'm going to die, too?

I have to go to the ground with that confused young man...

My heart was already beating to my throat, and sweat was wet the boy's clothes under the rain. He trembled his shoulders and looked desperate. People cherished their lives, let alone a young man who had just seen the prosperous scenery of the world, but where could he run away outside the secret room be covered with iron cavalry?

He looked at Amberchen, who was no one looking, and the woman smiled and suddenly clapped her palms. Screams came from outside the secret room, followed by waves of ghosts and howlings.

Without looking, An Bochen knew what was going on, but he still couldn't help but tremble his shoulders and looked out through the half-closed iron door. The water-like moonlight sprinkled all over the ground, but half-skinny corpse was lying horizontally. Blood flowed out, dyeing the moonlight scarlet, tingling the boy's eyes, and tears couldn't stop flowing down his cheeks.

"But who knows if Mr. Li suddenly got enlightened at the moment before his death?"

The words with a smile echoed in my ears, tears blurred, and the candlelight swayed. Amber Chen looked up and his eyes fell to the woman's joking eyes.

He has seen such eyes many times, both inside and outside the play, like a cat teasing a mouse.

Subconsciously, a thought flashed through An Bochen's mind.

If she hadn't shown a little bit different as she said, maybe she wouldn't have been like this, and she would have killed herself with one sword.

The crisp applause sounded again, followed by another scream. Amberchen felt his heart hurt as if it was torn apart, and he couldn't help but scream.

"don't want....."

"Hehe, I can't help it. It's okay to let me spare them, but you have to solve the mystery of the poem on the wall."

Upon hearing this, Amberchen's face froze. Before he could speak, the applause rang out again. Looking up, the second servant was already in a pool of blood, leaving only the Li Xiaopang who came from Yuanjing Village with him.

After following the young master who was like a wild crane, he worked as a servant of ink, boating around the lake, washing ink and brushing his pens, perhaps inadvertently, An Bochen gradually developed a somewhat peaceful and contented temperament. Only in front of the Li family Xiaopang, he turned back to the tenant son who swallowed his anger in the small village. Others didn't know, but An Bochen knew that the Li family Xiaopang was actually a wealthy family. Just because the young master wandered to Yuanjing Village, Mr. Li happened to return from the capital to deliver food. I heard that he had said that he had divorced.

The legendary deeds of the young master suddenly saw a handsome young master in the village. After a little inquiry, he naturally learned about the identity of Li Gongzi. Although Li Junwai has more than 80 acres of fertile land and has a wealthy family, he is just rich. If he is rich, he will not be protected. Li Junwai also wants to gain fame for his children and wear a high crown. As for Li Xiaopang, he likes to eat, drink and play on weekdays, and is not good at studying. So he is cruel and lends Li Xiaopang to his son as a servant, but wants to try his luck and go to Beijing to get a little noble.

Although he hated his son, Mr. Li couldn't bear to suffer from his own dear baby outside, so he let An Bochen, a tenant's son, come to Beijing together, called the robbery, but in fact he helped Li Xiaopang privately. Li Xiaopang was unwilling to follow Prince Li, but his father was unable to do anything, so he had to bite the bullet and be the servant. He was already full of anger in secret and suppressed himself on weekdays, but when he saw An Bochen, who was born in a tenant, the young master would inevitably sneer. Often at that time, An Bochen would always stand still and let his former little master bully in every way, as if he was not in the capital, but returned to Yuanjing Village.

This incident was also encountered by the young master several times. An Bochen thought that the young master would stop it, but for some reason, the young master just watched quietly and then turned away. Until now, An Bochen still remembered the young master's eyes that were like watching the show, which were playful, joking, and a hint of inexplicable A Bochen's unclear understanding.

......

"If you drag on it, you won't be able to save the last one."

Seeing that Amber Chen had a complicated face, the woman chuckled and said, her right hand had been raised, but she did not fall immediately.

"Your young master has a lot of poems in his life. Maybe he just wants to use this poem to quote other poems. If you think about it for a long time, I will give you half an incense stick this time."

The Li family's little fat is the best, but if he dies, it will be my turn next.

My heart was as chaotic as a tumultuous mass. An Bochen wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and tried hard to recall the poems and songs written by the young master during his lifetime. But he could not figure it out even if he racked his brains.

The cold wind blew, swaying and flickering. In the shadow of the candle, the jade-white but blood-stained hand was about to fall.

"etc!"

"Why, you found it?"

A hint of doubt appeared in his eyes, and the woman asked An Bochen.

"not yet......"

"Then what are you calling?"

The woman glared at the young man with annoyance, her eyes fell to the wall, she murmured twice, and said with a sneer.

"This seven-character quatrain is really messy. Could it be that Mr. Li is also a deceptive person who cheats the world and steals his reputation?"

Seven Quartets...Wait...

The young man was stunned and his mind passed by the quatrain written by the young master in his life. The next moment, his heart thumped.

The young master is good at poetry and lyrics, but in the quatrains, he only talks about the five charlatans, but he left a seven charlatan before his death. Could it be...

Taking a deep breath, Amber Chen forced himself to calm down, looked at the wall with concentration, and murmured.

"Ninety-nine pavilions of smoke, dust is enchanted by thousands of floors. The tower is left with each other, and you will be relieved of lovesickness... Take the first twenty-word and five-part sentences, and even if the sound and rhyme of the quatrain is lost, it can also be a poem. The hidden mystery in the poem is nothing more than hiding the head and the tail. The quatrain uses the head, chin and tail three couplets to fall, which is one, two and four sentences... Yanlou thoughts? Isn't it right... Then... Jiuchenjun?"

An Bochen's eyes were straight, and he stared at the blood-stained quatrain on the wall, his face full of incredible.

Jiuchen Lord...Jiuchen Lord!

Others don’t know, but as a servant of Mr. Li, how could he not know what Mr. Jiuchen is? But he never expected that these people forced the young master to death just to get the inconspicuous puppet.

Also shocked was the woman playing with the sword.

From beginning to end, she didn't want to find anything from that quatrain. She stayed here just to plan to kill the Liu Teacher appointed by the king, and let An Bochen explain his poems and make him have fun and pass the long and boring cold night.

But who would have thought that this seemingly inconspicuous young servant actually cracked it!

After listening to his words and observing his appearance, Wang Xiner can be sure that this young man must know something.

Could it be that legend is true? There are really secret books of immortals in this world... Immortals are still alive?

The cold moonlight climbed through the window frame and sank into the secret room, flowing among the candles, milky white as fog, and bright light as halo, turning into the legends about immortals thousands of years ago, covering the women and young people.

Riding the wind and warding the sky, a sword is bright and radiant, thundering across thousands of earth, driving the clouds and roaring, a song is long and singing, lasting for three thousand years. Water and fire are not invaded, eating thunder and rushing, and a elixir is together for heaven and heaven. Capturing a dragon as a rider, accompanying a crane, and transforming a technique... Even in this era when the immortal has been dead for thousands of years, the legend of immortals is still circulating in the streets and alleys and teahouses in the market, and the actors in the theater are even more imitating the immortals' leisure and freedom in the world.

However, everything about immortals is just a little longing for the people to live day after they have enough food and meals. People with a little knowledge will not believe that there are immortals in this world. Even if they did appear thousands of years ago, they will change thousands of years later. How many princes become common people, and how many grass becomes princes, the world changes impermanent, and there have never been traces of immortals in this thousands of years of history.

The moonlight dissipates, the fire candle burns to the end, gradually fading out.

In the dark secret room, An Bochen clearly felt that the woman was looking at her from beginning to end, her eyes were inexplicable, but she was like a ray of light on her back, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Miss, I've found that secret."

Hesitating, the boy turned around and said to the woman, and he felt relieved in his heart.

"knew."

The answer to him was the woman's unsalty and unsightly voice, and......Am Bochen's face was dull.

"don't want!"

The boy blushed, his legs trembled, and he shouted in a low voice.

As the woman slapped her palms expressionlessly, Li Xiaopang screamed, and her chubby head fell into a pool of blood with a "gum" sound, but An Bochen couldn't help but tremble. It was not because she sympathized with Li Xiaopang's tragic experience, but because she thought that next, she would be cut off her head like them, and then... nothing happened.

From beginning to end, this woman was just playing with him. No matter whether she could solve the mystery of the poem, she would kill him mercilessly, just like the sing on the stage. "With the knife rises, the knife falls, and a crack, the big head sluts on the ground. Who says that the hero has a short life? He will be another hero in twenty years!"

An Bochen is not a hero, he is just a tenant son who is so ordinary that he is just a servant. However small and insignificant, he always has seven emotions, six desires, joys and anger.

After accumulating for a whole night, even longer, he could no longer suppress the grievances. The next moment, he got up and staggered towards the woman.

"June Jiuchen... Thank you for telling me. If the Wang family had a day of re-emergence in the future, Xin'er would definitely not forget the young master."

The slightly sarcastic voice came with the sound of spells, like a death song, and the candlelight on the windowsill was shaking desperately. An Bochen shrank to the back wall to resist the fear in his heart. But under the swaying light shadow, his beautiful and beautiful body was close at hand, and he could no longer move.

Lift your wrists, draw your sword, and scarlet blood flowers bloom in the secret room, like plum blossoms.

............

After a sensation, the boy's body stiffened, took a deep breath, looked at the yellow roof, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, only then did he realize that the cold sweat had already soaked his back.

He turned over and sat up, staring blankly at the candlelight swaying in the wind.

"It turned out to be a dream."

Gasping heavily, An Bochen wiped his sweat and said to himself.

Looking up, the quatrain stained with blood on the wall was clearly visible. The secret room was as dark as ever. Although it was still imprisoned here, everything seemed not as bad as in the dream. At least I was still alive.

He let out a long sigh, leaned against the cold wall, and looked at the window frame. The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank and his body curled backwards.

With a "hiss", a tiny spark burst out from the oil lamp.

With a "buzzing" in his head, An Bochen suddenly remembered an experience when he was six years old. That night he had a very strange dream, dreaming that the little stone who was playing with him in the village accidentally rolled down the mountain. The next day, Xiao Shitou called him to go to the mountain to burn grass. An Bochen followed him in a daze, but he saw Xiao Shitou fall and fall from the top of the mountain. When the adults found it, it turned into a cold corpse.

But from childhood to adulthood, such evil things have only happened once, for no reason. And An Bochen never mentioned them to anyone, not even his father. He was afraid that others would say he was a monster. Perhaps it was because he was afraid of recalling, or perhaps because it was too long, in short, An Bochen never remembered it again, until today.

The delicate and nice voice sounded, causing An Bochen's heart to jump into his throat.

"That man said before he died, and the secrets we are looking for are hidden in this seven-character poem. It is good for a person to die. Could it be that he would still make fun of us before he died?"

"Xin'er is really simple in nature. Li Gongzi was still keeping his mouth shut during his lifetime. Now that he is dead, he naturally wants to let that secret be buried with him, so how can he tell the truth to us? What's more, these servants are all ignorant. Even if there is really that secret hidden in the poem, how can they discover it?"

......

The two of them walked up and said the same words, just like the situation in their dreams. An Bochen sat blankly, motionless, feeling that his whole body was instantly exhausted, and the whole world gradually became quiet, leaving only a sound of heartbeat that sounded after a while.

The mockery of the woman when she played with him and the cold sword flashed through her mind, but Amber gradually calmed down.

After seven years, I actually had such a dream again. The difference is that this time, the dead person in the dream became himself.

If I had been smarter and braver that year, and reminded Xiao Shitou with words, I might have been able to save him... But Xiao Shitou was still dead after all.

Am I also destined to be killed here like in my dreams... No, no, if I was destined to be dead, how could I know all this?

The young master once said that there are gods three feet above your head. Although it is a method of practice, it is also a way to practice the world.

It must be a god who pleads with my life and secretly reminds me.

Holding his fists tightly, An Bochen slowly raised his head, his eyes passed the dark window frame, and looked into the stars in the sky. The stars were shining, and the night was as white as day, which inadvertently dispelled the fear in his heart.

Since I know what is about to happen, it may not be possible to reverse it. I must live and return to Yuanjing Village alive...

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen thought so. He didn't know that deep in his heart, something was quietly changing in a corner that was once extremely humble. Although it was just a tiny trace, it was like a drop of water falling between the stones. As long as it continued to disappear, it would eventually penetrate the solid stone.

Once a king or a prince is born, the dust will be lighter in the future. How can you know the dust of today? From now on, you will be called An Bo Chen.

That year, the actors on the stage were watching operas in the theater, and the gentle songs of the actors on the stage were graceful, grudges, love and hatred, heroes and beauties, so generous and heroic. The young master looked at the stunned boy beside him with deep meaning, and said with a smile.

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(Bo, Gu Tongba... That dream is not a golden finger, you will know if you look at it~ Please collect it)
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