The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

Chapter 1 Imperial City Division

In the spring of the 30th year of Shenghe, Bianjing was unusually cloudy and rainy, and there was no warmth.

At five o'clock in the morning, the bare-headed travelers rang the first wooden fish sound, and the scent of the gourd soup shop wafted out from the market outside Xi Neiyemen, and a long queue formed.

A group of cavalry galloped past, splashing water, and the diners at the end of the line couldn't avoid it and were sprayed with mud.

This diner was tall and thick, with hair standing on end. There was a sword hanging from his waist, and his hands were covered in calluses. He looked like a master who was not easy to mess with. When he saw that his clothes were dirty, he opened his mouth and started to curse. , "It's easy to pick without using any tricks..."

Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by the trembling boy who was waiting in front of the door.

"You don't want your life, that's the Imperial City Department!"

The boy's low voice was filled with fear. Seeing that the cavalry did not turn around, the tension in his heart finally relaxed.

Hearing the three words "Huangchengsi", the strong man instantly became speechless. After a while, he gritted his teeth and cursed in a southern accent, "Bah, the eunuchs are domineering and the lackeys are in power."

The faces of the people lining up around him changed slightly when they heard this, and they all quietly moved away from him.

The boy's legs weakened in front of the door. He looked around, then pulled the strong man to the alley next to him.

As soon as he entered, the boy hurriedly bowed and grabbed the strong man's hand.

"Good man, we, the common people, don't want to cause trouble with the government, so don't make any more unreasonable comments. From your accent, I think you came from the south and just entered Bianjing. Then... then..."

The boy's voice was too soft to hear, "You must not know that the East Palace rebelled, Zhang Chunting beheaded the deposed prince in front of the jade platform, and the rain for three consecutive days did not wash away the blood in front of the palace. The dog on the roadside barked, and the imperial city Si will be captured as a traitor and interrogated..."

“Guan Yushi’s remonstrance is still behind closed doors... We make a living from a small business, and we hope that the heroes will spare us..."

He said, without waiting for the strong man's reaction, he stamped his feet, flicked his sleeves and quickly ran to the gourd soup shop to greet the customers.

The alley was quiet, and the drizzle fell on my hair, turning into fine water droplets.

A thin layer of moss has grown on the damp corners of the wall, giving it a hazy green look.

It's rare for the North to be so humid. The strong man lowered his head and touched the sword hanging on his waist. His face was calm, not showing any trace of his previous irritable look.

He slowly opened his palm, and there was a piece of paper in the palm of his hand, with names written densely on it.

He looked carefully and saw that the words "Guan Zhengqing" came first.

The rain fell, blurring the name, as if it was filled with fate.

The strong man did not hesitate, stuffed the note into his sleeve, and walked towards the other end of the alley. He didn't take a few steps, but stopped, and pressed his hand firmly on the handle of his knife.

At the entrance of the long and narrow alley, someone stood unknown.

She was dressed in plain clothes, holding an oil-paper umbrella with a painting of lotus leaves after the rain in her hand, and a dark and inconspicuous long sword hanging diagonally from her waist.

She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, tall and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

When their eyes met, the strong man held his breath and stared at the little lady's hand. As soon as her hand touched the hilt of the sword, he would immediately draw the sword.

The surroundings seemed to be quiet for a moment, until the little lady held an umbrella and passed by him as if there was no one around. Only then did the strong man feel that he had regained his hearing, and he could hear the clear voice of the boy in front of the gourd soup shop again. See you.

The strong man let out a long breath, scratched his wet hair with some annoyance, kicked off his feet and quickly disappeared into the rain.

Gu Shiwei listened to the sound of treading water and did not look back.

Holding an umbrella, she crossed the Hugen Shop, bought steamed buns that she had not seen for a long time at Wanjia Steamed Bun Shop, and walked leisurely towards the house in her memory.

Green tiles, white walls, black wooden doors, lanterns, plaques, stone lions, and the word "Gu Zhai" written in gold letters on a black background.

Gu Shiwei looked at it, raised his umbrella slightly, and looked towards the east. Over there in the mist and rain, the eaves of the pavilions and pavilions were upturned, and there was a faint sound of music.

Chengmingyuan, where she once lived with her parents when she was young, has now become part of Fushun Emperor Ji's Mansion.She lowered her eyes and walked straight towards the door of the Gu family. The concierge Gu Lou had been staring at her when she stopped.

"Miss, do you have a greeting card?"

Gu Lou was in his thirties and had some white hair on his head. Although the Gu family had been in Bianjing for many years, he still spoke with a bit of Yuezhou accent.

"Those who come to collect debts don't need to pay a courtesy call. It is said that noble people tend to forget things, but Mrs. Gu is so great now that she doesn't even recognize her old friends."

As Gu Shinwei said this, he put away the oil-paper umbrella, and the rainwater flowed down the surface of the umbrella, winding and twisting, like flowing blood.

Gu Lou's eyes suddenly opened wide. It was a face as pale as a dead person, with no blood at all. The girl with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes looked so familiar and yet strange.

A chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He stammered, "You! You! You are still alive!"

As Gu Lou spoke, he suddenly turned his head and looked in, and then his voice trembled, "Since you are still alive, why do you want to come back? Leave quickly."

"Didn't I tell you? You're here to collect debts."

Gu Shinwei took a bite of the steamed bun and walked straight towards the door.

Wanjia Mantou enjoys the reputation of being the best in Beijing. In the past, her father would always ask her to be the first in line.

It was dawn at the fifth watch, and when I came back, the buns in my arms were still warm, just in time for my mother to finish washing up.

What comes into view as soon as you enter the door is a huge stone wall. On the stone wall are engraved the four characters "Be honest, conduct yourself with caution", and further down are the 49 rules of the Gu clan.

At first glance, the carvings look quite stylish with gold hooks and silver strokes, but upon closer inspection, each word seems to be enclosed by an invisible frame, and no one is out of place.

Gu Shiwei looked at it with a bit of ridicule in his eyes.

Gu's family was of humble origin, and for eight generations he had been taught by private tutors.When it came to the generation of Gu Shiwei's grandfather, Gu Yan, Xu Shi's eight lifetimes of accumulated merit had finally been enough. Green smoke was rising from the ancestral grave. Gu Yanzhi's high school Jinshi and his family went to Beijing, barely surviving in this imperial city. got a place.

Gu Yan read through the sages' books and racked his brains to write down such rules. After the wall was completed, he drove through the busy city and walked across the Qiyun Bridge to the Imperial College before entering the mansion.

The people in the house have not arrived yet, and the rules are known to the world.

After passing through the long corridor and several vertical arches, Gu Shiwei went straight to Fushan Hall.

The Gu family has its own set meals for morning and evening meals. On the 15th day of the Lunar New Year, all five members of the family, ranging from seventy-year-olds to three-year-old children, gather at Fushan Hall to show their filial piety.

Today is the fifteenth day.

When Gu Shiwei walked in, it was time to make pickles and brown rice porridge. Everyone in the room raised their spoons at the same time. The angle of their raised hands and the size of their mouths were all the same.

There was a room full of people sitting there, but there was strangely no sound.

It was like breaking into a haunted house in the middle of the night and seeing two rows of paper dummies holding a banquet, pretending to be lifeless.

Seeing Gu Shiwei enter the door, I don't know who was the first to exclaim, followed immediately by the sound of a spoon falling to the ground, bowls being overturned, and the whole Fushan Hall suddenly coming to life.

"Ghost! Ghost..."

When Gu Shiwei heard the word "ghost", he grinned at Gu Yanyan, the head of the Gu family, who was sitting in the main seat.

Gu Yanzhi's pupils shrank suddenly, his fingers trembled violently, but he put down the chopsticks in his hands in a calm and orderly manner, and said to the eldest son sitting below him, "Unfortunately, the Gu family is in trouble. Rebellious traitor, thanks to the mercy of the officials, I will not accept the request to kill him."

"We must report the emperor's kindness and righteousness to destroy our relatives. Yucheng, go ask the Imperial City Secretary to arrest the criminal Gu Shiwei."

　A new book has been opened, everyone is welcome to collect and gain weight!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)