Peeping at the Star
The female officer of Sitianjian peeked at the stars every night and discovered that there was a small star in Ziweiyuan with a strange trajectory.
The investigation turned out to be the fate of a princess from a neighboring country. She fed the star with blood every day just to let the star spy on her sweetheart's movements.
The female officer said with a cold face that this was witchcraft, but when she turned around, she heard the princess chuckle:
"Then do you know why I chose your Star Official Lifebook to cast spells?"
The night wind turned the pages of the album, and the star map on the paper suddenly changed.
When the watch is about to run out, I always hold the glass lamp and climb to the top of the Si Tiantai alone. The stone steps were wet with night dew and were smooth, like the back of some living creature. The vermilion railings beside the steps had faded and looked mottled during the day, but now they were immersed in the moonlight, and instead had a layer of radiant light, as if they were new paint.
The entire imperial city was fast asleep. The roof ridges are continuous, like mountains sinking into the sea. Occasionally, at some o'clock, the sound of drums comes from far away, muffled, beating in the chest, making the heartbeat slow down for half a beat. The wind came from the north and filled my wide crimson official robe. The coolness traveled against my skin, bringing with it the almost cold cleanliness unique to high altitudes.
I pushed open the small door next to the base of the copper armillary sphere. The door shaft creaked, and the copper bell on the eaves dinged, then fell silent again. The simple instrument on the shelf has been calibrated, and the bronze spy tube is pointing in the direction of Zi Weiyuan, waiting coldly and silently.
This is my seven hundred and thirty-fourth night on duty. The rules of Si Tianjian are that the stars are unpredictable and must be watched every night. The emperor star inside the wall, which was supposed to be safe and sound, was always emitting bright yellow light steadily. And beside it, next to the third star position, there is always a little light, and the trajectory is indescribably... Sticky.
At first I thought it was a comet or wandering air. But it is there every night, and its position shifts very regularly. It is not like a star, but like someone holding on to a rice bead, slowly wandering on this old silk at night, following some secret rhyme.
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