Wish Junshou and Tianqi

Chapter 1
Cangjia City is backed by Xun Mountain, the mountain is covered with fog, the fog is connected with black clouds, the sky is near dusk, and clusters of dark light envelope the whole small town.

The uncooled heat combined with the night dew condensed in the air, moist and tightly drilled into the human pores, attached to the fine sweat, indescribably oppressive and sticky.

The autumn cicadas are still complaining endlessly, so they don't mention the yellow wood blown by the wind, blowing down a piece of withered yellow, mixed with the sad white moonlight, glowing with a strange luster, spreading out, the city is still as silent as death .

Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps broke the silence, and spread along the end of the alley to the entrance of the alley, patter, patter—accompanied by the sound of rapid breathing, getting closer.

It is a seventeen-year-old child, with a straw on his back, running hard, his mouth is open and he is panting heavily, his face is flushed, he is obviously tired, but his feet don't stop, as if someone is chasing him behind him, he dare not stop.

Just as the child was about to run out of the alley, he was suddenly hugged by the person hiding beside him, and he was wrapped in the darkness with all his belongings.

"Woooo don't let me go!"

The child struggled, kicked his legs and feet wildly, but when he touched a hand, he thought it was some kind of ghost coming down from the back mountain, his tone softened instantly, and he clasped his hands together and said, "Great Immortal! Great Immortal! Please let me go!"

Unexpectedly, the immortal laughed when he heard it, and with a movement of his hand, he turned the child around, stretched out his hand and put his wrist on the child's face, and said with a smile on his face, "Recognize him again."

Feeling the warmth and strong pulse from the wrist, the child gradually relaxed: "Ah? You are actually a human, a living person?!"

Chu Shou raised his lips and smiled proudly, "That's natural!"

Seeing that it was not the old demon who climbed down from the back mountain, the child became more courageous, broke free from her shackles, jumped down and retreated a few steps, put his hips on his hips and said sharply: "In four hours, I will send the heavenly official back to the city, you Why don't you go home?"

I looked up and down again, and became suspicious: "No, you are not a local!"

Chu Shou was so pushed that he lost his center of gravity, and he squatted on the ground completely. The hollow tiger head he was wearing on his head was tilted on his back.

"I... I'm just passing by. I want to go north to Kyoto to find relatives. It's very weird here. Even the inn won't open when it gets dark, and my hands are useless when I knock on the door..."

After listening to the child, he hesitated to speak, but he didn't want to explain too much. He looked at the direction of the house, and then looked at Chu Shou who was sitting on the ground. Bian said, "here, I picked this up on the mountain today. It contains mushrooms, fruits, dates, herbs and so on..."

The child turned around and pointed towards the mountain, "There is a mountain temple at the foot of the mountain. Go there for one night and be pious. The mountain god will protect you. When the sun rises tomorrow, if you are still alive, I will take you with you." Go and try our famous saltwater duck in Cangjia City."

As soon as the words were finished, the child ran away, leaving Chu Shou alone to support the basket, turned over and over, and then sighed: "This boy has gained a lot today."

Turning around, where is there still a figure?
"hiss--"

Chu Shou struggled to get up from the ground, lowered his head and held the palm of his hand to shake off the small stones printed on it, and patted the dust on his clothes casually.

A row of flower-shaped copper bells hung from her waist, gargling and making sounds with her movements, the fur on the entire tiger's back was bright, and three huge ink-colored feathers hung between her neck.

Holding a black and brown wooden staff that is half short, like a twig of an ancient tree, with some small branches spreading out on it, the hand holding the wooden staff is thin and slender but strong, on the wrist He wore a purple wooden bracelet speckled with little purple flowers.

What about the face?He didn't wear any red, green, white and cool tribal face decorations, but the white and clean face was very incompatible with this outstanding style of clothing.

This outfit is too heavy, even though it is early autumn, the sky is high and the air is long, but it is also very hot, coupled with the cold damp brought by the wind, the inside is hot and the outside is cold, and there is a shiver.

Looking at the sky from a distance, the clouds wiped the mountains, and I was afraid it was going to rain.

Fang Fu straightened the hollow tiger head on his head, when a voice suddenly came from the end of the alley.

Wan Lai was so quiet that the sound was particularly cold and long.

"Shen Yike, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, has met Princess Ruchuan."

Chu Shou turned around and saw the man standing at the end of the alley with his hands behind his back, his figure was so tall and straight that he couldn't see his face clearly.

Hearing his name, he knew it in his heart, tilted his head and said, "Yo? Are you the censor sent by His Majesty?"

Shen Yike took off the token from his waist and held it in front of him. Chu Shou squinted his eyes, but he didn't see any tricks. It was probably the censor sent by His Majesty to supervise the reception of the heavenly officials.

He raised his hand in return and said, "My lord came here before me, I'm ashamed and ashamed, so does my lord know where the Heavenly Official is at this time?"

"Please get the envoy into the car, and I will take you to see the heavenly official."

As soon as Shen Yike finished speaking, a carriage appeared in the dimly lit place at the entrance of the alley, and it seemed that it had been waiting for a long time.

Chu Shou frowned, and thought to himself: According to the style of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, I'm afraid I knew I was coming, so I let myself squat for a long time and caught a child talking to himself before coming out...

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Resentful in his heart, he dragged the pannier by the shoulder straps and walked towards the carriage.

The coachman got out of the carriage immediately, put away the double knives on the back of his hands, avoided showing the sharpness, bowed his waist, and helped Chu Shou put the back basket and a large parcel bag on the carriage, then stretched out his hand, waiting for Chu Shou to help Get in the car.

Chu Shou raised his hand and patted his forearm, and said, "Thank you, there are not so many rules."

After all, he climbed up the carriage with his hands and went up freely.

Shen Yike followed closely behind and climbed up the chariot. He nodded slightly to the coachman wearing a black hat with only a pair of eyes exposed, indicating that it was time to start. The coachman lightly pulled the reins and immediately turned the horse's head, and the wind lifted the horse's shiny mane. Mao, together with the blue flag on the carriage, was also flying in the air, rolling up a mist.

Shen boarded the carriage and sat down, knocked lightly on the door, the body moved slightly, and the wheels rolled over the wet sand on the bluestone slab, making a creaking sound, which left shallow ruts. The road, all the way down, gradually disappeared.

It has been about five years since Chu Shou left the capital. When she left, the imperial court had not yet set up the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Now the Metropolitan Procuratorate can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple.

The Wu Clan has been around for hundreds of years. Her grandfather, great-grandfather, and wife-grandfather have accompanied the dynasties and ups and downs. In their glory, they even held the high position of the prime minister of the country. It's too late to come down.

It's just that it was ruined in the hands of her generation, and I'm afraid it will be lamented by the descendants of the Wu clan when they are enjoying the cool under the moon.

She tried her best not to think about these messy things, and let the sound of the mechanical wheels of the carriage fill her whole brain, leaning against the wall of the carriage and constantly letting herself go.

After turning a few turns, the carriage gradually stopped. With the deep neighing of the horse, the two got out of the carriage and walked into a mansion.

The sycamore trees are sparse and slanting, the eyes are dark and cold, the moonlight is hazy like floating in shallow water, and the gray-white slate brick walls follow the serpentine path all the way to the depths of the house.

The further you go in, the brighter the lights are, and the surroundings are like daylight, except that the sky is covered with patches of nebula like a black cover.

"Hey, wait, where is the yard kitchen?"

Chu Shou suddenly stopped, and said very solemnly.

Shen Yike, who was walking in front, stopped and looked back, "Just turn left, it's just to greet the heavenly officials tomorrow morning, the cook will go home after finishing the sacrifice, I'm afraid..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Shou dragged the basket and turned left.

The small courtyard is neat and tidy. The owner of this house is weak and loves to drink medicine. There is often a layer of medicine residue on the bottom of the west wall, and tonight is no exception.

"My lord, you know that when this popularity is hidden, everything is magnified...especially at night."

Chu Shou squatted beside the medicine dregs, reached out to pick up the colorless boiled flower bones, looked around in the moonlight, and said without turning his head.

"It is recorded in the scriptures that all heavenly officials are weak. It is presumably because the mortal body cannot suppress the blessings of the heaven and earth, so they often take medicinal food and linger on the bed. It is difficult for sick and disabled people to benefit all things in the world. The envoy personally sent the heavenly officials back to the realm of the gods. For hundreds of years, the Wu clan has welcomed and sent off only a few heavenly officials, and I, Chu Shou, was lucky enough to meet them, it must be a curtain from heaven."

After finishing speaking, Chu Shou twisted his fingertips, discarded the medicine dregs in his hand, stood up and looked at Shen Yike, his half-smiling eyes seemed to want to capture all the thoughts of people in his hands like a whirlpool.

Shen Yike came back to his senses, raised his lips and smiled, bowed his hands and said: "The princess might as well go to bed early, I will have to rely on you tomorrow."

Chu Shou didn't object, and brushed Shen Yiko's shoulder, took a few steps and said with his head tilted: "It is also recorded in the scriptures that all heavenly officials are handsome, like Water Moon Guanyin, transcending the world."

"The princess wants to see if what is recorded in this scripture is true or not."

Shen Yike turned around, looked at Chu Shouyuan's back and sighed softly, bent down to pick up the broken back basket, moved his fingers and said: "Qingfeng, don't lead the way for the princess yet."

(End of this chapter)