After Dawn Chapter 139: The fairy in the painting (end)

Today is the last day of the exam, and Zhao Qingkong is doing the last one. As long as he finishes answering this exam, he can walk out of the exam room and go outside to breathe the fresh air he hasn't breathed for nearly ten days.

At this time, he was very eager to rush home, but he had to continue to stay in the capital, waiting for the news of the announcement.

He was anxious, but not worried about the results of the exam. He was more or less certain about his own strength. There are many talents participating in the imperial examinations this year. The problem. What he was worried about was a few paintings at home.

"Brother Zhao, I heard that the Prime Minister has a crush on you. It seems that you have a bright future in the future, Brother Zhao, but you need to take care of our brothers..." said someone who knew him who came to the exam.

Zhao Qingkong smiled humbly and said, "Xiaosheng just wrote a few arty poems that won the appreciation of adults. Brother Pang's articles are the real celebrities through the ages, with the style of ancient scholars..."

"Brother Zhao is humble, humble..."

Having said that, the person Zhao Qingkong called Brother Pang had a smug smile on his face.

This person is a good writer and is good at expressing himself. When he was still preparing for the exam at the inn, he had attended many banquets held by the dignitaries in the capital and wrote a lot of articles, many of which were excellent works. , makes people's eyes shine, so although the list has not been released, his reputation is also very loud among the candidates. I heard that many high-ranking officials and dignitaries have already taken a fancy to him and threw an olive branch to him.

Participating in the banquet held by the powerful is something that many candidates who come to Beijing will do, because they are all foreigners and have no local connections and foundation. The only way to be a person, and at the banquet, by showing your talent, if you can get in front of the powerful and powerful, your future career will be easier and smoother.

However, Zhao Qingkong doesn't bother to do these things.

It's not that he can't understand the behavior of those candidates. After all, everyone is running for their own future. He has nothing to interfere with other people's behavior, nor is he disgusted, but he is more willing to insist on his own. In practice, he believes that even if he does not deliberately cling to the powerful, through his own efforts, he can be appreciated by the emperor, and he can also rely on his own ability to make a career.

As he wrote in the article.

In a country, the lack of talent is not terrible, poverty is not terrible, the terrible thing is that the country is not clear enough, the terrible thing is that useful talents are buried for various reasons even if they put in more effort, terrible It is this society that makes people see no hope. A truly clear and bright court should be a court where people can see hope, and a court that people of insight are willing to dedicate to. What is hope? Hope is in everyone. While working hard, we all know that we will be rewarded accordingly. This is hope.

And this is the dynasty he wants.

……

"Is this Zhao Gongzi's destiny?" Qing Ran asked while holding a small notebook.

When Duke Tu saw what she was holding, he secretly said "it's broken" and jumped up to take it back: "You little girl, what are you watching, return it to me quickly."

Qing Ran is tall and slender, so when he raised his hand, the land master couldn't even touch the edge of the book. After shooting for a long time to no avail, he could only say angrily: "Yes, why are you asking this?"

"Twenty-one years old, great disaster." Qing Ran pointed to the red font on the book and asked, "What does this mean?"

"Oh, it's just a catastrophe." The land master said indifferently, "When life is alive, who is only a few catastrophe? Look, there are a few people in this book who have no catastrophe."

Qing Ran read it obediently. Sure enough, everyone's records contained the word "catastrophic disaster", but at the same time, she also discovered another place.

"After the catastrophe of these people, there is no record..." She suddenly reacted. "Is it true that if the catastrophe is not passed, it will definitely not survive?"

"Of course," the land master admitted, and then said with a little annoyance: "The little old man just took a nap, you **** girl actually took my things secretly, you are not obedient at all, and you don't respect the old man. Love the children!"

"You mean that Young Master Zhao will die early?" Qing Ran anxiously grabbed his collar and asked. The diminutive Mr. Land was about to be lifted up by her, and now he understood her thoughts.

"I said girl, now you have become an immortal. As long as you report to Fairy Sihua, you will be able to enter the immortal status immediately. Then Zhao Qingkong is just a mortal man, and you have no fate..."

"I don't care, I don't care what fate, I just want to know, what is the final outcome of Zhao Gongzi?"

He had no choice but to take her, so the land master curled his lips and stretched out his hand, motioning her to put the book in his hand. Under Qing Ran's distrustful eyes, he unfolded the page that he had returned to his hand, and then a face Seriously looked up.

Immediately, his expression became more and more solemn, and Qing Ran was frightened.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

The Landlord shook his head.

Qing Ran took the book again, and found that Zhao Qingkong's fate had added a line of words that she hadn't seen before.

"The sin is so heavy that I will enter the eighteen layers of **** and will never be reincarnated."

——Eternal reincarnation.

Such a severe punishment, what serious wrong will Zhao Qingkong have to do in the future to have such retribution.

Qing Ran's first reaction was to shake her head.

"Young Master Zhao is not that kind of person." As far as she knows, those who will be cast into the 18th hell, the general second-class wicked are not selected, they will really be beaten down, and they will never be reincarnated. , they are often people who do all kinds of evil, and their hands are stained with the blood of millions of people. Such people are either violent generals, such as the cannibal general of the destroyed former dynasty, who slaughtered the city before breaking a city, and slaughtered the city. The residents of the city made jerky to supplement the army's salaries, and the method was extremely cruel.

In Qing Ran's mind, Zhao Qingkong and these people can't get along.

"Silly girl," said Duke Tudi, with the wisdom of seeing the world in his eyes, "People will always change, and many things are not just what you see in front of you."

"You are still young, you can only see the surface of that Zhao Gongzi."

"I don't believe it." Qing Ran said fiercely, her upper teeth biting her lip tightly, stubborn and stubborn, "I don't believe it."

Yes, she doesn't believe it. She doesn't believe that a person who smiles so gently and nicely will be a wicked person. She doesn't believe that the person who will carefully ask "what's the problem with the girl" will be someone who will do all kinds of evil.

"Grandpa Land, is there any way to change a person's life?" she asked.

"No." The Landlord said without hesitation.

Qing Ran pursed her lips, she knew the land master.

"Tell me, Grandpa Land, what can I do to change Mr. Zhao's fate?"

"I said, there is no way."

"Grandpa Land!"

"Feng girl! You have finally cultivated to become an immortal, but you can't go to the sky to report in peace, isn't it good to be a fairy of a division painting?" The land master advised, "The fate of mortals is determined by heaven. It's really not something you and I can change!"

"What if I have to change?" How could she be willing to let such a good person go to the eighteenth layer of **** to suffer from that fire.

……

"My lord! You are already in your thirties this year, why haven't you considered marrying a wife and returning home!"

"Don't panic."

"Look, sir, this prime minister's mansion is full of men inside and out, and there is not even a trace of a woman."

"You can marry a lady first."

"Master..."

"I will go to the palace."

The handsome Mr. Zhao left a handsome back to the little follower, walking away in the sunset.

"Qing Kong, what's the matter?"

"WeChen asked the emperor for a month's leave and went back to WeChen's hometown."

"But what happened at home?" the emperor asked with concern.

"Never," Zhao Qingkong shook his head and said, "It's just that Wei Chen wants to go back to his hometown."

"Qingkong," since there was nothing important, the emperor rarely made a joke about Zhao Qingkong, "You see that you are not too young, should you consider marrying a wife? A mistress in charge of the house is not a problem after all."

"Your Majesty," Zhao Qingkong kicked his robe and knelt down, "Qingkong is willing to do everything for the Emperor and die, and the matter of getting a wife will be discussed later."

"Don't pretend to be with me." The emperor said with tears in his eyes, "You are so old now, why are you unwilling to marry a wife, always give me a reason."

Zhao Qingkong was silent for a while.

"Don't tell me it's your childhood sweetheart, so you plan not to marry for the rest of your life, but I've checked your family background, and I've never seen any woman beside you."

"Your Majesty, Wei Chen does have a woman in his heart," Zhao Qingkong said. "It's a pity that there is no fate. When Wei Chen went back this time, he just wanted to miss her."

His eyes were deep, and it didn't look like he was cheating. Although the emperor sent someone to check him upside down, he couldn't tell the truth from his feelings for a while.

Zhao Qingkong forgot how he got home from the palace.

His mind still echoes what he said to an old man he ran into on the side of the road a few days ago.

"The number of your life is indescribable, but it is someone who has suffered disasters on your behalf, so that you can have such a comfortable life."

"Who?"

"According to the original fate of the adults, I am afraid that there must be an immortal who will take the initiative to prevent disasters for the adults..."

From childhood to adulthood, Zhao Qingkong knew only one immortal.

……

The bamboo house where Zhao Qingkong was studying was well preserved according to his wishes.

Standing outside the door, he screened off the people who followed him, in a daze.

There are still several paintings hanging on the walls of the house. The scenery in the paintings is different. The only thing that is the same is that there seems to be a large space in the paintings, waiting for someone to fill it. This is what Zhao Qingkong saw fifteen years ago when he returned home after winning the Jinke champion.

He thought he had won the champion, and Qing Ran was also removed from his life, everything was like a dream.

He pushed open the door, there was dust in the door, he frowned and coughed twice, but suddenly a head appeared on the ground not far away, and then a little old man who was not tall enough to his waist came out.

"Nuo, to you, girl's letter, after fifteen years of waiting, you are finally back."

Zhao Qingkong didn't ask his identity, just took the letter, carefully lifted the wax seal, and opened it.

There are only a few words above.

"May you be well."

——Will give my all.