The cicadas chirping in the Qingzhu Courtyard were so noisy that Shen Qingya knelt in the mess on the ground, with the torn pages of "Spring and Autumn" stained on his clothes.
When he was copying the scriptures for the second lady, he just wrote an extra sentence: "The great way is inaction", so the housekeeper kicked the desk open - who doesn't know that this Confucian sect hates "deviants" the most?
Not to mention him, the "leftover orphan", even breathing was wrong.
But when he lowered his eyes, the fragments in front of him suddenly came to life.
The "Huang Ting Sutra" that had been torn in half connected into a golden thread in his eyes, the butler's raised palm was as slow as an old tortoise crawling, and the rat stealing oil on the beam actually flashed half of the picture in his mind: three days later, at Mao hour, the butler will be blown into black charcoal by the "Zhu Yan Dan" he made in the alchemy room.
What's even more strange is that the old locust tree in the corner of the courtyard that has been dead for five years has a bronze fragment buried under its roots, with four words crookedly engraved on it - "The way of heaven will fall".
Everyone just thought that the silent little book boy was giving in, but they didn't know that when he raised his eyes again, the golden lines in his eyes were flowing like stars.
