Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 600 Dust, Pain, and Blood

Chapter 600 Dust, Pain, and Blood
Pei Ye subconsciously pressed his sword and stood up, but nothing happened. Guo You lost his balance and fell into the room. After the wooden boards fell to the ground with a clang, everything returned to being cold, quiet and dilapidated, with only fine dust still floating in the air.

Pei Ye walked over and found that there was no other resident in the house. Dust accumulated over the years covered everything. Book papers had become thin and brittle, wood had dried and cracked, beds and cabinets were worm-eaten, and there were rat holes in the corners... If a house is left for a long time, it will also grow mold like a cold steamed bun.

But perhaps it was because the doors and windows were locked too well and too early. Compared with the half-ruined main room, the furnishings in this room were extremely clean and tidy. Pei Ye even seemed to smell a scent of peace. It seemed that many years had quietly settled here, and now it was disturbed for the first time.

For all these years, this ignorant old man had never stepped into the place behind this door.

Guo You got up from the ground and looked at the room blankly, mumbling in his throat: "Ziliang...Where is Ziliang? I'm here...Let's go check Yuxian Garden..."

No one answered him and the old man froze where he was.

"The third stage is a series of changes in the mind. The submerged memories will surge up under the command, but the chaotic mind cannot be straightened out by a bamboo leaf."

Pei Ye did not answer and walked into the room quietly.

"Why do we want to check Yuxian Garden?" He looked at Guo You.

"They... built it wrong. We can't build this canal..." Guo You said in a daze, "Ziliang is not here... Ziliang is not here... I'll go by myself - Xi Guanling Li Shui! I order you to get the construction drawings immediately!"

The old man had a hoarse and shrill voice, and he was hunched over, staring into the void.

A new layer of dust had fallen on his dirty face. There was no response after he finished speaking, so his face showed confusion and helplessness. His disheveled hair kept looking around, and it was hard to tell whether his expression was panic or anxiety.

Pei Ye probably understood it at this time. He lowered his head to glance at the old and dry handwriting on his hand. The structure of the handwriting was delicate and clear, and it must have come from a person who was well-read.

Raising his head, he looked at the old man with his golden eyes: "Minister Guo wants to check the inner palace gardens? But this is not something I can decide. If someone asks... please ask Minister Guo to leave a signed letter."

Guo You suddenly froze, turned his head to stare at him, and raised his hand with some trembling.

He lowered his old eyes and handed a document to the table in front of him. It was a line of sloppy handwriting written quickly in a hurry, and it was covered with dust and mildew.

"Review: Guo You, the Chief of the Shenwu Army."

……

He dropped his pen and raised his head suddenly. At the edge of his vision, the glaring candlelight flickered on Li Shui's worried face. He pushed him away and rushed out with two drawings in his hand.

The ground was very soft after the spring rain, and the mud on his feet made him stumble uncontrollably. It was dark all around, as if something was always blocking his sight... But he didn't care about any of that, and ran towards Yuxian Garden.

At this time, he was very confused. What he had experienced and seen in the past few days made him inexplicably uneasy.

That person…the person whose scales had broken through his flesh…always made him toss and turn at night.

He probably shouldn't have helped them with this.

【】Inviting him to come over, there was no reason for him to refuse, but he did not expect that he would see such a figure in a pond that was half blood and half water... How could he do such a thing? This was too... too outrageous.

The three volumes of "Searching for the Ferry in Luochuan" did not record this practice, and the Guo family had never tried this in the past few hundred years. Even if the Goddess of Luo River was found in this way, wouldn't the Goddess of Water be angry at the ugly blasphemy of people?
But he couldn't just sit there and watch the man die.

He looked at [ ] with some worry. That silent and cold face always gave people confidence, but at that time he was just looking at the northern horizon quietly, wondering what he was thinking.

"He Wujian..." Someone asked in his ear, and he unconsciously murmured the person's name.

Looking down at the blueprint, his messy grey hair hanging on the paper, he couldn't help muttering: "Why do we have to have two loops like this... The mountain isn't steep to begin with, so we can just divert the water down, why do we have to go around it twice... The reason for doing this is..."

He raised his head, and the bright lights of Mingyue Palace seemed to be on the top of that distant and beautiful mountain.

He knew that the queen liked water.

The last time they met, the little princess was still growing in the queen's womb.

"Are you still thinking about finding the Goddess of Luo River?" The empress smiled at him, raised her index finger and said seriously, "Well, when the capital is more stable, I will organize a team for you. Every day, we will go to Luochuan to beat drums and gongs and shout... If you don't come out, she will be annoyed to death."

He had never seen the Goddess of Luo River, but at that time he inexplicably felt that even if the Goddess of Luo River smiled, she might not be as beautiful as the Empress.

He touched his head and smiled embarrassedly, thinking that it was just a lonely wish and that others were already doing the real thing.

But even though many years had passed, he still felt that he was an outsider and did not need to talk about [ ] in front of the Empress.

But now they suddenly stopped moving.

Although everything seemed to be moving forward, he could actually see that their minds were no longer on those things. It seemed that they suddenly had some goal, so they created this "fishman"... and he had no idea.

This is the second lingering uneasiness.

But even so, if Ziliang hadn't passed the message to him, he still wouldn't have thought that there was anything wrong with Yuxian Garden.

[This concerns the safety of the Empress], these six words gripped his entire body and mind in an instant.

"Why are you looking for Luoshen?" asked the person next to him.

"Why... because we have been chasing after the skirt of the goddess Luo from generation to generation... She is the master of the fairyland, the spirit of the water world. The white water flows in her hands. She can bring everyone the dreams they want..." He had been longing for this legendary goddess since he was a teenager, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a little sad for some reason, and chanted in a low voice, "I hate that the ways of humans and gods are different..."

The slippery soles of his feet made him stumble and fall to the ground. He remembered that he had already entered the Xuanmen, and that day the Queen personally gave him the sword. But now, for some reason, his steps were always unsteady, his body was weaker than ever, and his mind seemed to be always covered with a layer of confusion... He took a deep breath, and the cold and wetness soaked his lungs.

No, he has to hold on. He must get to Yuxian Garden as soon as possible.

He looked at the drawing in his hand again.

"The water flow is so slow... not to flow down, but to swim up." He continued his previous thoughts. "But even if we swim up, what's the point?"

He pressed the sword at his waist... Those people, those always silent people, after hearing the name of "Shen of Luo River", searched for her with terrifying determination and never-ending steps. Why did they suddenly stop everything now?

Unless...have they found it?
He subconsciously held onto the tree beside him, and felt a damp and cold sensation to his touch. He once again thought of the slippery scales on the body of the Grandmaster on the Crane List, which had merged into his spiritual body piece by piece right before his eyes that day.

He continued to stumble forward, and then he suddenly caught a glimpse of a light... not the moon, not fire, but the light of a sword.

The low roar of fighting hit his ears, and the bright blood flew in the night sky. His heart and lungs tightened in an instant, and his eyes widened in horror: "Ziliang!!"

This old friend was barefoot and wearing only a single layer of clothing. Blood was gushing from the horrific wounds on his body, and blood was flowing all over half of his face. His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth in anger as he swung his sword. His enemies were several hideous black shadows, but Guo You couldn't see their faces clearly no matter how hard he tried.

"Who dares to stop me?!" Ziliang screamed with blood flowing into his throat.

This old friend had arrived earlier, but could it have happened today? What on earth were they trying to do?
Guo You drew his sword with all his strength, gritted his teeth and roared as he rushed forward, several sword blades collided with each other. At the same time as a cold iron pierced his left shoulder, he cut into the side of the black shadow in front of him with his sword... The skin was soft and tough.

Guo You suddenly froze and stared at the figure in front of him in disbelief.

"You - why? How did you get in?!" he blurted out, and suddenly felt dizzy, and some connecting lines suddenly ran through his mind.

"There's no time!" Ziliang roared, "You stop them, I'm going to Mingyue Palace!"

But he heard nothing. Those who entered the palace were too powerful... He didn't know where everyone had gone, why the palace was so quiet and empty, or whether it was because the incident happened too suddenly.

Didn’t Ziliang not even have time to put on his clothes and boots?

The spring night rain had fallen at some point, drowning everything in gloom and silence, and the hilt of the tentacles was also covered with cold raindrops.

He lowered his head to look at the heavy, wet sword, which reminded him of the beautiful face of the queen, who was walking towards him with the sword in hand, and handed it to him in a calm voice, "Marquis Guo, this sword is given to you. I hope you can guard the Forbidden City and prevent evildoers from causing trouble."

Or maybe the fairy's face seemed to extend her finger and smile at him playfully: "...If the goddess Luo doesn't come out, we will annoy her to death."

At this moment, he was completely gripped by a fear he had never experienced in his life, and every hair on his body stood on end.

……

"No, no," he murmured. His feet were slippery and his vision was dizzy. Finally, he could no longer stand steadily. He hunched over and curled up, burying his dirty hair in the corner. He gritted his teeth and trembled and sobbed, "They... are going to kill the queen!!"

“Yes, Wei Qingju is dead.” Pei Ye looked at him quietly with his golden eyes and said softly.

Guo You froze and stood still. It was a quiet winter night in the old, dilapidated and lonely little house.

This was probably the old man’s memory of that night in Yuxiang Garden. Then Pei Ye looked at the black cat, and the black cat was looking at Guo You with the same eyes.

They also noticed that there were details that had been deleted from the person's memory.

Those missing parts were revealed in the old man's trembling and crying, as well as in the questions and answers, not only some key names, or also some key details.

But Pei Ye's gaze had another meaning - if his memory needed to be deleted, why not just kill him and bury him?
After Wei Qingju's death, the court had suffered countless purges. Could there be another sixth-rank official?

Such an insider, such a madman who no one cares about, lives in the palace... Killing him is always easier than killing Qu Chang.

Pei Ye looked again and saw Guo You still curled up in the corner, his whole body trembling. He lowered his head and kept muttering something. Pei Ye was stunned for a moment, then squatted over, only to hear a neurotic repetition of words: "Yu Sicheng... let me go... Yu Sicheng... let me go... Yu Sicheng... let me go..."

Pei Ye and the black cat looked at each other. The stimulation of the surging memories was too much for this mentally damaged man. He didn't ask any more questions. He stood up and searched around in the hut.

He opened the bookcase and found that most of the books were in good condition except for some that were moldy or worm-eaten. He picked up a few books and checked the dates. They were all printed 20 to 30 years ago, or even 40 to 50 years ago, which proved that this small house had been vacant for a long time.

Pei Ye flipped through the books aimlessly. In fact, he had come to realize that investigating the assassination of Mingyue Palace might not just be about reconstructing a murder case.

The one who died was the queen who had influenced us till today. There were too many people and events in Shenjing during that era, so this incident must have had a long history... As he was thinking about this, he actually saw something that surprised him.

Some papers that have been yellowed for too long, as if they have been forgotten.

The handwriting was indeed a bit ugly, but the records were taken very carefully. However, those nouns were completely unfamiliar to Pei Ye.

“Inquire about the likes and dislikes of the master of Acacia Palace.

Concluded: Likes to be a pedophile, likes to drink, likes to take drugs, and all other things are bad.

Observe the number of times the eunuch on duty has entered the palace recently

Xiangsi Hall, three; Yanjia Hall, six; Guangtian Hall, five or six...

Pay attention to the faces of the guards at the gates you pass by on weekdays
……

Pay attention to the ratio of meat and vegetables in the Imperial Kitchen

......"

More than ten consecutive sheets were recorded in this way, stroke by stroke, covering all aspects of the palace, many of which were angles that Pei Ye had never thought of. Not only did it show the poor writing environment, but the ink used was definitely not good, and the fine brush still produced intermittent results.

Pei Ye frowned, put these aside for the time being, turned around and took out a letter he had never expected from the insert.

He unfolded it and took a look at it, then realized… this was actually written by Wei Qingju himself.

(End of this chapter)

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