Chapter 1 Skylight

The plum blossoms in the yard are full of branches and fall on the ground, spreading on the remaining snow that will be cleaned in the future. At first glance, people can’t tell where is snow and which is plum. When the wind blows, it smells leisurely. The whole courtyard is circulating.

Under the curtain at dusk, the eaves on the moon are as cool as water.

At the end of the small courtyard, there is a corner door called plum blossoms half-shaded. It looks like some years. When you open the small door, the inside is quite different. There are two strong men standing at the door. They are armed with swords. The porch is narrow and cramped. The bricks covered with large bluestone lead to a dark prison cell, and a long and heavy murderous air rushes toward the face.

The fragrance of flowers seemed to be blocked to the end of the gate yard and couldn’t make it through at all.

There were also a few guards standing there, with swords on their bodies, and standing like a wooden man, and there was a large iron fence with the arm of an adult man at the door.

Going through the narrow black hole in the prison cell and walking in, there are three large stone gates controlled by agencies. Every door is guarded. After passing these three stone gates and then going inside, there is a little vitality in the world. It was all gone, as if that long, narrow road was Huangquan’s Wrong Soul Road, and the lights flickered endlessly, and it looked like a ghost fire.

In the innermost cell, a man’s voice whispered something, and then there was a moment of silence, as if another person sighed, lightly and effortlessly.

Suddenly, a scream suddenly cut through the darkness in the cell, and even the fire was extinguished. The scream was so sharp, like a dying animal, it only caused an indescribable chill in people’s hearts.

One of the two guards at the door facing the cell, like a newcomer, with youthful youthfulness on his face, suddenly heard the movement, couldn’t help shivering, and glanced at himself secretly The companion found that the other party seemed to be deaf, standing still as if standing upright on a mountain, and immediately condensed his mind and lowered his eyes.

But the scream was too high and long lasting. The man screamed, and his throat was hoarse, but his throat was still endless. In the end, his breath was lost, and the screaming scream turned into a moaning moan, but it became more miserable.

The new guard just felt goose bumps on his body and jumped out.

It was only after a stick of incense that the person’s voice disappeared. After a while, the two men dragged out a middle-aged man who didn’t know whether he was dead or alive. The man was shirtless, his head tilted to one side, his hair was wet with sweat, his lips and tongue were bitten, and the blood ran down the corners of his mouth. It came out, but there was no injury on his body, but a dark red nail was nailed to each of the seven big holes in the chest and abdomen.

As if it had become a weird and terrifying totem, the young guard’s eyes could not help but follow the middle-aged man until they disappeared at the end of Shimen.

At this time, a man said lowly behind him: “Seeing this, do you regret it?”

The boy guard shivered with fright, turned his head abruptly, and saw a man in a royal blue robe standing silently behind him for some time. The companion on one side was already kneeling on the ground. The boy reacted. Busy also knelt down and said, “The owner.”

The man in the robe looked like he was twenty-eight or ninety-nine years old, he looked gentle, but he looked like a scribe, but with a sickly look on his face, the contours of his eyebrows were deep and clear, his eyes were extremely bright, and he always hung down slightly. The extremely long and thick eyelashes cover half of them, and occasionally lift them up, with indescribable coldness. Every time people look at it, they also feel cold, the nose is pretty and beautiful, but the lips are very thin, calling that handsome face Adds a kind of ignorance out of thin air.

Hearing the boy’s name, the man couldn’t help but glance at him more, then chuckled lightly, and said, “Is it new here?”

The boy lowered his head: “Yes.”

The man raised his hand and patted him twice on his shoulder: “Remember, you can’t call me the owner in the future. I’m not the owner anymore. I should call me Master Zhou next time.”

The boy raised his head and glanced at him quickly, then lowered respectfully: “Yes, Lord Zhou.”

The man nodded, waved his hand, and said: “You two go, I’ll be alone for a while.”

The two guards responded and went out side by side. The young guard still couldn’t help but glanced back and saw that the man in the blue robe was quietly leaning on the door frame, his eyes seemed to be staring at something in the void, or something. Can’t see it, the young man somehow felt like he was going to a far place.

The first iron gate fell, and the silent old guard suddenly said in a low voice: “Look at the appearance of an adult, he looks like a gentle and gentle scholar. It is his hands that nailed Old Bi. “Seven Apertures and Three Autumn Nails”?”

Teenager moment, swerved head to see older companions, the old guards of the temples are white, sighed and said: “You do not know what to do with more than, let ‘skylight’, they are fundamentally has not come out into the Yes, if you want to go out, you have to die and become disabled.”

In the fourth year of Daqing Rongjia, the name “Skylight” was enough to make the whole ruling and the public horrified.

“Skylight” is an organization made up of spies and killers who are directly loyal to the emperor. No one knows how many people they have, and no one knows where they are hidden—but no one doubts that their tentacles can reach the ends of the world. go with. It was built by Emperor Rongjia Helianyi when he was still the crown prince. By now, the entry and exit are strict and the rules are well-organized.

The first leader of “Skylight”, the man in the royal blue robe, was the former “owner of the Four Seasons” and today’s Zhou Zishu.

From the secrets of the palace to the traffickers, there seems to be no secret in the “Skylight”, so there is a rule that no living person who has a mouth and can talk shall leave the skylight, come in and go out, unless they die. , Or it is self-invited on the “Seven Aesthetics and Three Autumn Nails”.

The so-called “seven orifices and three autumn nails” are seven poisonous nails that are internally sealed in the seven most important acupuncture points between the chest and abdomen. Shaped like a waste, poisoned into the five internal organs in three years, and died of qi.

Although he was born for three years, he was not as good as death.

But even so, from time to time some people would rather be the living dead and leave the skylight.

Three years of surviving is the greatest blessing of the imperial gift.

Let’s say that Zhou Zishu stepped back left and right, and went back to the small cell alone, closed the door, with his hands behind him, and walked slowly and thoughtfully for a week, then stopped and took out the corner of the wall to place the seven orifices and three autumn nails. Open the small box. This terrible little thing actually exudes a smell like the cold fragrance of plum blossoms. Zhou Zishu took a deep breath, and then reached out to untie his robe.

On the surface, he appeared to be tall and well-proportioned, but after unbuttoning his clothes, he showed a body that was shriveled by something. Between that thin chest and abdomen, it was obvious that there were six Qiqiao Sanqiu inserted. The nails, nails that were nailed in some time, almost grew into the flesh.

Zhou Zishu lowered his head and looked at his body, smiled self-deprecatingly, picked up a small knife from the side, gritted his teeth, and re-slit the closed flesh near each nail. He cut the knife very fast and steady. , As if it was not his own flesh and blood, it didn’t take much time, the entire chest was stained with blood, and it looked like the nails that had been driven in earlier seemed to have been driven in.

Then, as if a level was activated, he snorted, and then the whole person leaned against the corner softly, and slowly slid down, his body trembling unceasingly, and the only bit of blood on his lips faded away. The bite made a “chuckle”, and suddenly he twitched, his eyes widened slightly, then he closed slowly, his head tilted to one side.

His face was pale and blood stained, as if it had become a corpse.

Until the first morning light on the second day, the crouched person in the cell twitched slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes. When he tried to get up the first time, his leg softened and almost fell back. The second time he barely stood up, took out the silk, soaked it in water, and carefully wiped off most of the blood on his chest, reclosed his jacket, picked up a seven-orifice three-autumn nail, and put it in his arms.

He took a deep breath, opened the door, and went out.

I strode out of the cell and returned to the small courtyard of Leng Mei Baixue. Zhou Zishu only felt a refreshing fragrance wafting over his face, as if he could easily cleanse the bloody scent of his body. Standing under the plum blossom tree for a long time, he leaned forward and sniffed lightly, with a slight smile on his face unconsciously.

He sighed lightly again, and said in a low voice: “Come here.”

A man in black came out like a shadow, and waited for him to speak. Zhou Zishu took out a dark token and threw it to him, saying: “Go and ask the butler Duan to come and ask him to meet with me today.”

The man in black took the token and disappeared again without knowing it, as if he had never been there before.

Duan Pengju, the housekeeper of Duan, was pulled up by Zhou Zishu with one hand after he mastered the skylight, only listening to his deployment. This person has the ability and ambition, and never hesitated to show this ambition.

Zhou Zishu sometimes looked at him as if he looked at himself a few years ago. After a short while, Duan Pengju came with the token, and he was still a little unclear. So, after all, this is a group of people who are not seen, except for Zhou Zishu on weekdays, other people do not have too many opportunities to face saints.

Zhou Zishu didn’t say much, but only left him for breakfast. It was estimated that the emperor was about to go down in the morning, and then he said: “Let’s go.”

So he went to the palace. Although Duan Pengju didn’t know what he meant, he didn’t ask much, just followed silently.

The two of them arrived at the study room one after the other. Emperor Rongjia Helianyi was already there. As soon as he heard that they were coming, they were immediately called in. After Zhou Zishu and Duan Peng held the big gift, Zhou Zishu took out a bamboo tube from his sleeve and presented it to He Lianyi: “The emperor, this is what you ordered last time.”

He Lianyi took it, but didn’t rush to look at it. Instead, he looked at Zhou Zishu, and couldn’t help but frown, “Your complexion is getting worse. When you turn around, call the emperor to show you. Don’t look down on it, don’t take your youth seriously.”

Zhou Zishu smiled slightly, without nodding, but said: “The Emperor Lao is worried.”

He Lianyi glanced at Duan Pengju again. He was taken aback for a moment, and then asked, “Why did Pengju come here today? I haven’t seen you for a few days, so I feel a lot of energy.”

Duan Pengju squinted a pair of small eyes, and hurriedly said with a smile: “It’s hard for the emperor to take care of everything and remember the old slave.”

He Lianyi smiled, vaguely feeling that Zhou Zishu seemed to have something to say, so he first opened the bamboo tube he had brought, took out a small paper roll from it, looked at it with a smile on his face, and looked up. To Zhou Zishu: “This thing is done beautifully, how can Zishu want me to reward you?”


Zhou Zishu suddenly raised his clothes and knelt on the ground. Duan Pengju was unsure, so he had to kneel down.

He Lianyi frowned and asked, “What are you doing?”

Zhou Zishu whispered softly, as if he was exhausted, “Chen, but I ask the emperor to reward me with grace.”

He Lianyi smiled and said: “Get up and talk, you have been born and died for my Daqing in these years, except for this country, what can I not promise you? Let’s talk.”

Zhou Zishu straightened up, but was still kneeling, and then silently unbuttoned the skirt of the robe. As soon as the thick and impermeable robe was unbuttoned, a bloody air immediately rushed toward his face, and his scabs stopped bleeding. The body was bleeding again because of the bumps of the sedan chair.

He Lianyi stood up suddenly, “Zi Shu!”

Duan Pengju was completely scared.

Zhou Zishu opened his palm again, lying on the slender palm with the last seven-orifice and three-autumn nails, and said: “The emperor, the minister himself hit six, if the seventh is also shot in, I am afraid it will not be able to hold the palace and the emperor. Say goodbye, I beg the emperor to give me a favor, and ask Pengju to help fulfill the minister.”

He Lianyi was stunned for a long time. He couldn’t say a word. After a long while, he sat back down, looked up at the beam of the study, and muttered to himself in a low voice: “Yun Xing stationed far northwest, Beiyuan …… Bei Yuan is gone, now even you have to leave me?”

Zhou Zishu was silent.

He Lianyi was silent for a while, and said with a sigh: “I am a lonely person.”

Zhou Zishu continued: “The emperor, you don’t need to worry about the skylight. Pengju has been following me all these years. You can trust it and have the ability…”

Duan Peng interrupted him by cutting his mouth: “Owner! Owner, you can’t say that. My old Duan never thinks like that! You…you can’t…”

Zhou Zishu said in a low voice: “Seven orifices and three autumn nails, three autumns will break the bowels, there is no turning back arrow in the bow—”

He bowed down and bowed his head to He Lianyi, but did not raise his head after the knock, and said, “For the sake of the minister’s service for so many years, you can fulfill the minister.”

He Lianyi stared at the blood-gourd-like person. At that moment, no one knew what the emperor was thinking in his prime—those years were cautious, those years were exhausted, those years were full of smoke, and those years were frosty and bitter. , Those years… and finally he ruled the world, but everyone was gone, he was the only one left.

Everyone can’t escape the impermanence of the world and the abandonment of years.

After a long while, he closed his eyes and waved his hand.

Zhou Zishu smiled at the corner of his mouth: “Thank you Lord Longen.”

As if he had encountered something extremely happy, a slight blush appeared on his sickly pale face, he turned to Duan Pengju happily, and stuffed the last nail into his hand: “Come on.”

Duan Pengju hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth, raised the dark red nail, and nailed it firmly into the flesh and blood of his owner. He knew that it was extremely painful. He was used to seeing these years, even the most iron-blooded man. I couldn’t bear this, and couldn’t help but scream, but Zhou Zishu just shuddered slightly, still standing upright, there was no scream, only an inaudible muffled groan.

He even thought Zhou Zishu’s sigh was full of smiles.

Duan Pengju felt that the owner was crazy.

Zhou Zishu stayed there for a while, and finally bowed to He Lianyi, his face pale as paper.

The strength in his body was receding quickly, and the numbness began to slowly rise, and he said the last four words: “The emperor takes care.”

Then Hector ranging Yi answer, he strode out of the library, such as what the rest from the burden of the same light, shadow flash, was missing.

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