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Throughout history, the capital's ruler would go to Yinyuan Pavilion to practice under the guidance of the main disciple before taking office. So even if there hadn't been that big fire, the master and Guangling King would still have become master and disciple; the fire just brought them together earlier.
When Liu Bian went to Yinyuan Pavilion, he was eight years old. Holding the hand of Shi Zimiao, he walked through the long palace road, step by step, towards the mountain gate of Yinyuan Pavilion. Immortal Zuo Ci stood at the mountain pass with a girl who had double buns in her hair. It was the first time he met the next Guangling King.
Guangling King is the Son of Heaven's blade, while Liu Bian is not the Son of Heaven, not even the crown prince, just a disfavored and neglected imperial son. Their initial interactions were awkward and silent. As a child, he didn't know how to get along with this future right-hand man of the Son of Heaven. Instead, Guangling King was like a blooming sunflower, dragging him around Yinyuan Pavilion.
30,
Today I didn't attend the morning court, woke up after sleeping for six hours, felt the bed was cold, Guangling King was not there. Without the desire to wake up, I pulled the blanket over my head and continued to sleep. Bumping into the edge of the bed, I found this dragon bed to be too small. I thought in a daze: It turns out I am no longer the Son of Heaven... If I really am no longer the Son of Heaven, can I get to know everyone around her by following Guangling King? How should she introduce me? The short-lived Son of Heaven from the previous dynasty? Childhood friend? Or...
The door creaked open, and Guangling King poked her head in to see Liu Bian laughing amidst the disheveled bed. Liu Bian beckoned her over, holding her hand and saying, "I won't be the Son of Heaven anymore. I'll set up a fortune-telling stall at the entrance of the Embroidery Tower, one silver coin per reading... The Son of Heaven is useless! Only the skills I learned from my master are worth anything. I hope Guangling King will take me in..." Liu Bian's eyes sparkled, free from the clouds of worry that had hung over him in the Han Palace. In response, Guangling King also smiled and agreed, but pointed out that the people in the building couldn't afford a silver coin for a reading.
Liu Bian loves the snow. On snowy days, he would climb out of the window and lie down in the snow, waiting for Guangling King to come and find him, by which time he would have turned into a little snowman. Liu Bian thought, "When I was young, we used to play in the snow in groups, but now that I'm grown up, I lie alone in the snow. Our friendship... has all scattered with the wind."
Guangling King heard Liu Bian's long sigh without missing a word, so he squatted beside Liu Bian and propped up his chin, asking, "Whose friendship has scattered with the wind?"
Liu Bian suddenly opened his eyes and saw Guangling King in front of him. He hooked his cold fingertips into Guangling King's palm and said, "You haven't visited for a long time. I thought you had forgotten me in this vast Han Palace, and our crumbling friendship is drifting away with the winter wind..."
Guangling King pulled Liu Bian up from the ground and gently brushed off the accumulated snow, saying, "It's all for the sake of the imperial seal."
Liu Bian nodded absentmindedly and led Guangling King back to the warm corridor.
But in the end, even after Liu Bian died, the imperial seal never returned to his hands. Only a Master of the Land seal lay with him in the tomb...
Liu Bian thought, "Guangling King, if you find the imperial seal, you can open my coffin and put it in. If you want to lie with me, I would be happy, but I still hope you live well and see the world's splendor. I just forgot, the imperial seal is meant for my younger brother, Liu Xie."
32.
Zhang Xiu became interested in the child who wanted to return to Yinyuan Pavilion. He had indeed taught the child magic earnestly, trying to provide something normal for human children. He threw the lively and helpless little black cat into the dry well, causing ripples in the well, hoping that the child would stay with him forever. But the child was too stubborn, never forgetting his Guangling King, and desperately escaped from the Peach Blossom Land. Even if he returned to the cannibalistic palace, he still wanted to see Guangling King again. Bian betrayed Zhang Xiu and wanted to return to Guangling King. Zhang Xiu didn't understand, but he respected Bian's choice. How can one say that Master Zhang did not love this poor child?
Liu Bian is a very difficult child to deal with. Zhang Xiu, during the time he raised him, wondered how the people at Yinyuan Pavilion could endure him. Whether through coaxing or intimidation, they always maintained a sufficient level of vigilance. Like a decorative dagger, they could cut off a tentacle under the young man's brute force. He was always running, running in every corner of Taoyuan Village, through fences, dog holes, over roofs and low walls. Although he was always caught by the three-eyed god's gaze, he would tirelessly run again. His gorgeous brocade clothes were torn and tattered, with many wounds on his face and body, inciting the residents of Taoyuan Village to resist Zhang Xiu and leave this place, inciting them that this is a false illusion. Zhang Xiu always held Liu Bian with his tentacles, and the wine in his eyeballs created illusions. The half-bodied Zhang Xiu hummed a deep lullaby, coaxing Liu Bian and asking him, "Why do you want to leave me, my argumentative child?" In the illusion, Liu Bian was like a melting kitten, his long hair swaying with Zhang Xiu's movements. In a hazy vision, he saw the face of Guangling King, so he said, "I want to return to her side." Zhang Xiu asked, "Who is it? Who makes you so worried?" Liu Bian remained silent, swaying and drowsy.
When Zhang Xiu was raising Liu Bian, it was like picking up a severely stressed wild cat. Punches, kicks, and backstabbing were common occurrences. At that time, Zhang Xiu didn't understand humans, and Liu Bian didn't understand the Three-Eyed God very well. It was said that he would be sent to Yinyuan Pavilion, but he was trapped in the small Taoyuan Village. During those nights, Liu Bian couldn't sleep, always staring with his golden eyes, looking like a golden python when looking at Zhang Xiu. The Three-Eyed God would always appear at night, its long tentacles winding in the shadows, its eyes constantly turning. Liu Bian thought he couldn't be trapped there, so everything he did was to confuse Zhang Xiu, who found Liu Bian's change in attitude strange but was happy. The soft tentacles braided Zhang Xiu's hair, and he would always hold him, sitting by the window where a river flowed. The wind passing through the corridor would play the hanging artifacts, and the tentacles would tap the solid drumsticks. Zhang Xiu's voice was deep, and Liu Bian felt like the earth was vibrating against his chest. He would hum some songs, similar to Shi Jun's, but the content was different. At these times, Liu Bian's consciousness would become clearer, but it would be followed by a strong drowsiness.
The god had a head of black hair, winding on the ground to become a golden river.
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