Beyond the Nine Palaces

There are nine palaces in the sky, and armor is the most precious, so it cannot come out - it is hidden under the six rituals and escapes from the eight gates. Eighteen years ago, someone carefully planned a situation for Gu Linchuan. Wuzi year, summer solstice. His father, Gu Chengjun, was lost among the crowds of dead men in Beijing. Eighteen years later, at 2:17 in the morning, a stranger called with a trembling voice: "My master is dead. He left a message before his death - I will come find you after something happens." The deceased, He Songnian, had never met him. Among the relics, there is an old photo from eighteen years ago, with my father clearly on the list, and the signature is the day of his disappearance. There are nine more numbers: four-nine-two, three-five-seven, eight-one-six - Luo Shu was overturned, and this game started from then on. Following the doors, stars, and gods on the plate, lawyer Gu Linchuan walked step by step back to that summer solstice night. Deshengmen, Shichahai, Temple of Heaven, and Guangning Alley are all interconnected and neat, without any roughness that should be found in the human world. When he reached the end of the plate, he asked for the answer he didn't dare to ask for: his father was not dead, he just broke off all ties with the world and went into seclusion. Every summer solstice, his soul returns to the old courtyard. He held the letter and the family heirloom in his hands, and gently let go of his heart that had been hanging on for eighteen years. Until someone looked at the plate and shook his head. The summer solstice has passed, and we should have gone into Yin Escape, but this time we have avoided Yang Escape - Yin and Yang are inverted, just like a heavy snowfall in the dog days of summer. The ink on the letter is no more than three or five years old, and the engraving along the way is no more than three or five years old. Even the consummation of "father is still alive" was a road carved out and paved by someone just for him. The game is never on the board, but in the heart of the person watching the game.