The demon world I designed

Chen Jinshi, if you encounter something weird, don't hide it, it will kill someone...

When the appointment was held on the second day, Chen Qing was still thinking about the words of the Dali Temple young minister yesterday. Was the other party warning or reminding him?

If you are warning yourself, is it really a group of people who are just putting on a show? Deliberately forget Cui Yan’s wife?

But what does this mean?

If it was to remind myself...did I really see a ghost?

"Chen Qing is back? Tell us quickly, where did you get the official title?"

Chen Qing came back to his senses when he heard the voice and saw a group of familiar faces. His expression immediately relaxed a little. He lived in a Confucius Temple in the southern suburbs of the capital. It was donated by a great benefactor in the capital for the poor scholars to stay while they were preparing for the exam in the capital. At this place, as soon as Chen Qing came back, he surrounded a group of classmates who had endorsed together.

"Youzhou Qixian, I am the second-last ranked person, what good place can I be assigned to?" Chen Qing responded with a smile.

"That's not bad..." One of the plump fat men said: "With a family background like ours, being able to become a Jinshi official is already smoke from the ancestral graves. How can we be picky? You and Cui Yan just passed the exam the first time you came here. No, it’s not like us…”

"That's right..." Another tall and thin man also said: "We have some background in our families, and we can still support it once or twice. Many of the students in this temple have returned home yesterday and are preparing to become teachers in local county schools. Master…”

Chen Qing also felt a little emotional after hearing this. It is not easy for the children of farmers to study. How many of them can actually afford the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, apprenticeship and study in the county and state capitals?

Just like me, my father died young. If the tofu business at home was not good, he would not be able to afford it at all. But even so, he has to sell his ancestral property. More than half of the income of his eldest brother and sister-in-law is used for himself, and the dowry of his younger sister is not enough now. No whereabouts.

If I fail the exam this time, it will be difficult for my family to have enough money to buy me another few hundred taels to go to Beijing to take the exam!

"By the way, Chen Qing, why didn't Cui Yan come back with you? We still want to take advantage of Tanhua's glory!"

Chen Qing was stunned and looked at the fat man who spoke. This fat man's name was Zhou Haitao. He was also from Liuzhou. He and Cui Yan had prepared to go to Beijing a year earlier. They were classmates who had studied together when they were in Fu School.

Seeing that the other party had no idea that Cui Yan was dead, he thought, yes, ancient times are not like modern times. A major event can spread throughout the country within a few hours. Confucius Temple is located in a remote place, so the scholars who have been living here naturally Unlike their Jinshi counterparts, who are not as well-informed as they are, it is normal not to know that Cui Yan has died suddenly...

Thinking of this, Chen Qing looked at Zhou Haitao: "Haitao, Cui Yan is so handsome, why didn't he say goodbye?"

"Isn't this nonsense?" Zhou Haitao curled his lips and said, "He is so talented and good-looking. With such capital, he has to go to the capital to find a good wife, and I won't marry him!"

When Chen Qing heard this, she looked at him intently. The expression on Zhou's face was so natural that it didn't look like he was acting at all!

"Fat man, will Narcissus remember three years ago?"

"I told you not to call me fat, even if you are an official!" Zhou Haitao glared at Chen Qing, then frowned and touched his plump chin: "What Narcissus Poetry Club?"

As soon as these words came out, Chen Qing's heart went cold, and there was no chance of him having any luck.

Three years ago, he had just passed the national examination and went to Liuzhou to study. That year there was a rare spring snow in Liuzhou, and daffodils bloomed everywhere in Qinyuan in the north of the city. Such a grand scene was rare, so the prefect and a group of concubines held a grand ceremony. Poetry party.

At that time, Cui Yan, who was only 16 years old, shocked the audience with his spring snow poem, and his talent spread far and wide. At the same time, he was photographed by many daughters, and he was extremely popular!

It was also at that time that Master Huang's daughter fell in love with Cui Yan and asked Master Huang to inquire about the marriage in person.

This matter once made Chen Qing complain for a long time. After all, in many historical novels, the protagonists who travel back and forth shine in poetry societies and win the hearts of young girls. This Cui Yan took the script that should belong to him, Chen Qing!

It's a pity that I was a man in science and engineering in my previous life. I focused on coding for many years after graduation. I have long forgotten most of the Tang and Song Dynasty poems. I can't be a copywriter. Although I changed my career to study liberal arts after time travel, it took a lot of effort to study for the scientific examination. , how can you still have the time to study poetry? I can't pretend to beep...

I just didn’t expect that Cui Yan, who took the lead role script, would end up like this, let alone that all traces of the past would be erased!

Chen Qing looked at Fatty Zhou's unpretentious expression and no longer hesitated, and hurried back to his wing to pack his luggage.

"Hey, Chen Qing, what are you doing?" Zhou Haitao and others chased after him. When they saw Chen Qing packing up and saluting, they were startled: "Are you leaving now? We are planning to hold a celebration banquet for you!"

"That's no need..." Chen Qing waved his hands without looking back: "This time the place is under heavy pressure, and the officials only gave us twenty days. I still have to go back to Liuzhou to pick up my mother and brother-in-law. It’s really too late…”

He wasn't lying when he said this. The time given by the officials was indeed tight. It was true that he wanted to go back to Liuzhou to pick up his mother, but it didn't matter that he didn't have time for a meal.

I just want to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, and even take my family away from Liuzhou as soon as possible, and completely leave the place where Cui Yan once had traces!

He has thought about it, the climate in Youzhou is not pleasant, and it is far less beautiful than Liuzhou, but the place is good, and there is no point in living a hard life. He is at least one of his parents in Qixian County, Youzhou, and the people below are the ones who have the poor environment. How bad will be the life of a county magistrate who takes advantage of the people?

Moreover, the family's ancestral property has been sold out, and there is nothing to miss. The family will take over their own land, and the mother will enjoy happiness. She no longer has to push tofu at an old age, and the brother and sister-in-law can also start their own small business, and they can also Isn't it better to find a good marriage for my little sister, and even arrange for my nephew to go to school, than to stay in this weird place like Liuzhou?

After packing his things and bidding farewell to Fatty Zhou and others, Chen Qing hurriedly prepared to set off.

Not far from the Confucius Temple, he was stopped by a carriage. Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat when someone got out of it. It was Wang Ye, the young minister of Dali Temple who questioned him yesterday!

"Hey, what a coincidence, Chen Jinshi...oh no, I should call him County Magistrate Chen now."

What a coincidence that you are a big-headed ghost...

Chen Qing rolled his eyes, raised his hands and saluted, "Where are you going, sir?"

"Go to Liuzhou..." The other party said with a smile: "Go and see if Magistrate Chen's testimony is correct."

"Wan Sheng... The lower officials have already told me that it was a drunken mistake. Why do you have to chase after me?" Chen Qing was a little anxious. What's going on? You can't afford to offend yourself, and you can't even afford to hide?

"Is it a mistake? You'll know it when you get there, right?" Wang Ye smiled: "I am also from Liuzhou, so I have an excuse to visit my relatives at home."

"Master Wang is from Liuzhou?" Chen Qing frowned.

"Yes..." The other party put away his smile and said seriously: "So I don't tolerate any strange things. Cholera is my hometown."

Chen Qing's heart trembled, and she forced a smile and said, "Sir, what you said is strange. What do you mean by strange things?"

"Master Chen, don't you know?" Wang Ye looked at Chen Qing faintly: "I thought you knew."

After a few breaths of silence, Chen Qing summoned up the courage to ask, "What do you mean, sir?"

Wang Ye looked at the other party and smiled again: "Get in the car and talk slowly on the way..."

Chen Qing glanced inside the car and hesitated.

"You're not afraid of me, are you?" Wang Ye said with a smile: "I am a fourth-grade official. When I go to Liuzhou, I will be accompanied by the royal guards assigned by the Holy Lord. Think about it for yourself. Is it safe for you, a weak scholar, to go alone on the road, or follow me?" Is it safer?"

When Chen Qing heard this, he no longer hesitated. The other party was right. If there really was something strange, it would be dangerous to go on the road alone!

After getting in the car, Wang Ye closed the curtains. Except for the general who was driving the car, the guards around him all tacitly stayed away from the carriage.

Chen Qing retracted her anus and sat a little further away from the other party...

"Master Chen must have had a very good relationship with Cui Yan when he went to Beijing together. He must have wanted to know how he died, right?"

Chen Qing lowered his head with a dark face. He didn't want to know whether Cui Yan had a good relationship with him or whether he was a good Taoist friend.

But it seems I can’t escape...

Sighing, Chen Qing could only follow the other person's words and said: "Didn't you mean sudden death?"

"You were young and had learned martial arts. How could you die so easily?" Wang Ye said quietly, "It was a tragic death. His stomach was cut open, and his heart, liver and kidneys were gone!"

"How could this happen?" Chen Qing looked shocked: "How could someone treat a new Jinshi so cruelly at the feet of the Emperor?"

Wang Ye stared at Chen Qing for a long time, then changed the subject and asked, "Mr. Chen, have you read the Anecdotes of the Previous Dynasty?"

When Chen Qing heard this, he quickly raised his hands and said, "My lord, you are joking. The books in the previous dynasty were all forbidden items. I have also read the law, so I don't dare to know the law and break it!"

"Master Chen is right..." Wang Ye nodded: "Then I will make an exception and talk to Mr. Chen..."

"Can I not listen?"

Wang Ye ignored Chen Qing's weak resistance and said to himself: "In the previous dynasty, Emperor Xuanzong once loved Concubine Liu very much. The concubine came from a scholarly family and was famous for her talents. After entering the palace, she was very favored. In just three years Xuanzong then made her a noble concubine, and even wanted to depose the current queen and give her position to this woman..."

"Then what?" Chen Qing looked at the other party with a curious look, but actually she was really shocked. This plot... looks so familiar!

"Then she died..." Wang Ye said faintly: "The one who was poisoned obviously failed to guard against the harem's tricks, but something strange happened."

"What's weird?" Chen Qing followed the other person's words and asked cooperatively.

"After Concubine Liu died, a series of very strange things happened." Wang Ye said with a smile: "First, her father, Master Liu, the Minister of Rites, suddenly remembered that he had never had such a daughter."

"Many people in the capital have also remembered that the poetry club where Concubine Liu once shined was all fake. Her words and poems were all other people's!"

"Didn't anyone know this before?" Chen Qing asked, suppressing the beating in her heart.

"Theoretically, we should know..." Wang Ye replied: "Because those poems are the masterpieces that some talented people in the capital relied on to become famous. But the strange thing is that since Concubine Liu Guifei became famous, everyone seems to have forgotten the original meaning of those poems. The author generally didn’t think about it until she was poisoned to death. Do you think this is evil?”

"Yes...it's quite evil..." Chen Qing swallowed and forced a smile.

"Really?" Wang Ye looked at Chen Qing with a smile: "But I don't think Mr. Chen is that surprised. Or should I say that Mr. Chen has seen it before? Or...does he know what it is?"

"Your Majesty is just joking, how could I know this?" Chen Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's just that your Majesty said it was too mysterious, so I subconsciously just listened to it as a story. If you don't talk about it, you have strange powers and chaos, and I don't believe it!"

"Really?" Wang Ye looked at the other party intently for a long time, and finally withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes and said, "You are silent...do you have strange power and chaos? Haha...Kong Sheng also lied sometimes..."

Chen Qing lowered his head and pretended not to hear the other party's disrespectful words. The other party did not continue to ask questions, and the two fell into silence.

In silence, Chen Qing closed her eyes and recalled a memory from a long time ago that she had almost forgotten.

Although he had two lives, the events in his previous life happened more than twenty years ago. It was a bit difficult to remember the details now, but he still remembered some general information.

Xuanzong, Concubine Liu, Thousand-faced Fox!

He knew what was going on as soon as the other party mentioned it. Where is this innocent ancient world? It is clearly a world of ghosts and gods designed by himself! !

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