"My lord, you are well." In the corridor, Gu Yan, the eunuch who took charge of the order, bowed and saluted, and his tone was extremely respectful. The next moment, he held Pei Lingzhang's hand - the fingertips slowly slid down from the palm, running over the phalanges inch by inch, and finally landed on the back of the hand used to holding the Xiuchundao. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. It's like Snake Letter is testing the snake owner's body temperature.
Everyone in the civil and military circles of the dynasty knew that Gu Yan was the most popular "internal minister" in front of the emperor. With Zhu Pi in hand, the courtiers had to bow their heads when they saw him. But he bent over Pei Lingzhang. No one knows why.
On a snowy night in Yihe's fifteenth year, Gu Yan was huddled on the street, like a homeless dog.
"Cut me, go to the palace, and have food to eat."
When the knife went down, he thought he had suffered the most painful moment in his life. Later, he learned that some knives have no edge, but when they cut people, they cause the most unbearable dull pain. It was Pei Lingzhang's hands that picked him up from the snow and tortured him for fifteen years. But Gu Yan survived. He lived long enough to wear a python-patterned hood, hold a vermilion pen to criticize red, and sit in the Imperial Palace to issue inscriptions. He became the first eunuch in Dasheng to be given a python suit as a chamberlain. He is not afraid of anything now, not afraid of hunger, not afraid of several pairs of eyes staring at him openly or secretly, not even afraid of death. But every time he heard Pei Lingzhang's "Xiao Yanzi", he would subconsciously stand up straight.
Hatred is real, and so is constant cutting. Gu Yan sometimes thought that if the knife had cut deeper, he might not have to meet this person.
It's a pity that swords don't have eyes, and life doesn't have eyes either. He owed Pei Lingzhang his life and spent half his life repaying it, but found that he could no longer repay it.
Intention: Love and hate are entangled for a long time, and separation is difficult between life and death.