On June 6, the seventeenth year of his tenure, the people of Fengdu went out of the city for hundreds of miles, bringing their own food and wine to welcome the returning king and Fengyun. This kind of spontaneous folk event only happened when the first generation of Feng returned from the war of independence in the early years of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

June 10th, Fenggong.

The bright sun is high overhead, and the weather is very hot, but the Luoqing Palace is cool and pleasant. Every room has ice and snow stored in winter, which is refreshing. There is also the melodious flute sound coming from the palace, which is scattered throughout the palace with a touch of ice and snow coolness.

"I'll tell!"

"I'll go!"

"Don't! I will go! "

"No, I should go this time!"

In front of the Wen Yin Pavilion in Luo Qing Palace, a group of ladies-in-waiting chattered like larks, pushing and shoving, as if fighting for something.

"What are you arguing about?" Suddenly, a clear drink sounded and there was silence in front of the pavilion. A moment ago, the ladies-in-waiting who were quarreling stood still with their eyebrows lowered, and the atmosphere dared not make a sound.

Liu Yun, a female official of Luo Qing Palace, bypassed the flower beds and walked quickly to the people. Her sharp eyes swept across the audience and asked majestically, "What are you doing here?"

And the ladies-in-waiting secretly looked at each other, and then lowered their heads and closed their eyes. No one dared to answer Liu Yun's words.

"Shao Yan, you say!" Liu Yun's eyes rested on a maid-in-waiting, who was about 28 years old and had a very handsome face.

Shao Yan, who was named, stepped forward with trepidation and glanced at Liu Yun quietly. When she met those stern eyes, she couldn't help shivering on this June day.

"I am asking you something, Shao Yan." Liu Yun's voice seemed to come from his nostrils.

"This is ... it is ... Lord Liu Yun." Shao Yan hung his head and winced and replied, "Just now ... just now, Wu Mei's sister from the Shallow Cloud Palace came to give a message to the king, saying that Master Lan was going to the Shallow Cloud Palace."

"Oh?" Liu Yun glanced at the crowd and seemed puzzled. "What does this have to do with your noise in front of the Wen Yin Pavilion?"

"Because ... when my sister Wu Mei said ... we are all here ... and ... she didn't say who to send a message to ... so ..." Shao Yan Ruru took a slightly rhyming look, expressionless, but her eyes were as sharp as scissors, and she couldn't help swallowing back the words behind.

"So you are all competing to go? ! And fight in front of this Wen Yin Pavilion? ! "Six rhyme eyes narrowed.

"Yes ... yes." Shao ChuiShou replied in a low voice.

"You ... you ... you are our shame!" Liuyun Jade Finger burned them one by one, and I was so angry that I saw sparks. "Since the Lanxi childe live in the palace, you do things one after another, not listless, is carried away, from time to time have to fight for who served childe! Have you never seen a man in your last life? ! Seeing one is like a cat seeing a mouse, an eagle seeing a chicken, and the saliva is almost flowing to the light blue mountain! "

"poop!" Smelling the metaphor of Liu Yun, the ladies-in-waiting couldn't help laughing out loud. When they saw Liu Yun's sharp eyes, they bit their lips quickly and stopped laughing, but their bodies were shaking.

"Is it funny?" Six rhyme eyes like a needle in a person, "still not quick to go back to work? ! Stick them here one by one, and I won't finish the work in a moment. See how I tidy up you! "

Yes, Lord Liu Yun! The ladies-in-waiting unanimously agreed.

"But ... but ... didn't you inform Gongzi Wang to invite him to the shallow cloud palace?" Shao Yan whispered to remind me.

"yes! Yes! Why don't you send me? " The ladies-in-waiting immediately echoed.

"Want to go, right? Or all of them? " Six rhyme's face also burst into a smile, but only that kind of smile.

"No ... don't." The ladies-in-waiting saw the famous tiger and quickly replied.

"That's not quick roll for me! Want me to skin you? ! "

"Yes ..." Suddenly the ladies-in-waiting dispersed.

"alas!" After all the ladies left, Liu Yun sighed and turned to look at the closed Wen Yin Pavilion. The sound of the flute still lingers, completely free from the noise outside.

Walking up the steps, I gently pushed open the door of Wen Yin Pavilion. A standing figure as black as a black jade stood in front of the window, with the flute on my lips and my eyes closed, and the flowing flute clearly overflowed.

"Prince Ian Xi" Liuyun bent down slightly and let out a cry gently.

The flute stopped and his eyes opened. For an instant, Liu Yun only felt that the museum was like a pearl falling from the sky, dazzling, but only for an instant, the light was gathered away again, like a pearl hidden in a hidden cabinet.

Lord Liu Yun, what can I do for you? Orchid breath smiled, eyes light gently glance at six rhyme.

"The king told his son to go to the shallow cloud palace." Liuyun respectfully said, and hung his head and closed his eyes to avoid that kind of gaze. His pure black and flawless eyes seemed to have a star, which could illuminate the deepest part of people's hearts.

"Oh." Lan nodded slightly, still smiling. Thank you, Lord Liu Yun.

"I dare not." Liu Yun still hung her head, but she didn't look at the handsome face that fascinated countless palace ladies.

In front of the Shallow Cloud Palace, Lan thanked the imperial secretary who led her and entered the Genting Temple where few people set foot. The hall was silent, and several imperial secretaries standing still. Looking up, the temple is simple and elegant, without any luxurious decoration, but it has its own nobility and elegance, such as its owner.

Gently footsteps coming from the left temple, approaching step by step, if a different person, such footsteps will never be heard, as if stepping on a cloud.

"I wonder what the Wind King wants with Lan?" Blue tone politely asked, eyes light swept in front of the figure, corners of the mouth involuntarily slightly evoked.

Today, Yun Xi is wearing a long blue dress, which is as smooth as water, and a belt of the same color is tied around her waist. The long skirt has just covered the ankle, and a pair of embroidered shoes of the same color are under the feet. There is a wisp of flying cloud hooked with white velvet on the vamp, and long black hair is tied with white ribbon at the end. There is no makeup on her face, only the snowy moon on her forehead remains. Such Yun Xi is elegant as willow, simple as lotus and soft as water.

"I'll take you to a place." Precious little cloud with that turned and walked in.

Through the long cloister, around three gardens, across four small bridges, over five rockeries, over countless pavilions, they stopped in front of a small palace, which is located at the last side of the shallow cloud palace. If it is independent, it seems to be just the shadow of the cloud. No matter how things change, they always follow the clouds.

"Twilight?" Lan Xi looked at the plaque in front of the palace and murmured. He looked at Yun Xi with his head sideways. "Is it' thin shadow writing micro-moon, thinning branches and horizontal smoke'?"

"yes." Yun Xi vaguely looked at the words on the plaque, as if looking at an old friend whom he had not seen for a long time, trying to take a closer look at its face and see what changes time had brought to it. Those four words are only slightly faded ink, and the writing is very slim. Beautiful and elegant, beautiful words. "This palace was built according to a picture drawn by a ten-year-old child whose name is Feng."

"The wind writes the moon?" Lan's eyes fell back on those four words. "Is the wind called' Moon Show Childe' written about the moon?"

"In addition to him, who else in this world can be called' Moon Show'!" Cherish cloud step up Dan order, stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the door, stepped into the inside, orchid interest behind her, across the threshold, that moment, he was not surprised.

Behind the door is not a magnificent hall, but an open-air courtyard. The flowers and trees in the courtyard are brand-new, and the buildings are full of exotic feelings, which makes people feel refreshed.

Looking around, the first thing you see is the white silk curtain of the moon hanging in the air, long and soft, hanging straight to the ground. The wind outside rushed in and waved the silk curtains. If the veil covered by beauty is brushed away, the real content behind the curtain will be revealed.

Behind the silk curtain are two long corridors, one on the left and one on the right, like two crescent moons, which meet at the end, like a full moon and a bright sun. Behind the left and right corridors are all kinds of small buildings built along the corridors. The small building is very small and exquisite, just like painting a palace in the sky. Some are shaped like lotus flowers, some like boats, some like green hills, some like a wisp of flowing clouds, and some like pearls ... There is a plaque hanging in front of each building, some books are "Flowers are pure and fragrant", some books are "The boat is far away", some books are "If the green hills are like me", some books are "Clouds crossing thousands of fields" and some books are like heart beads.

In the center surrounded by the two corridors, there are many tall trees, all of which are green. On the green grass, there are all kinds of flowers, red, purple, blue, yellow and yellow, and butterflies are dancing. This tree and this flower seem to grow here, as if it were heaven. It is so natural that people think they are in a secluded valley.

However, in the center surrounded by these flower trees, there are many marble fragments of one to one size. Marble as white as jade is paved in a circle, like a full moon falling from the sky and a chessboard.

"He said he was long and I was young, so he was left and I was right."

When Lan was still amazed in this yard, she heard the whispers of clouds in her ear and turned to look at her, only to see a shallow smile on her face, so shallow but so real and cheerful.

"Is it here?"

"Where did you live when you were a child?" Yun Xi turned to look at him, but before he could answer, he said to himself, "This is where I lived when I was a child, where my brother and I grew up together."

When you speak, there is a gentleness on your face that has never been seen before. His eyes are soft and warm, and he is very happy. Some people sighed and looked at a tree, a flower and a butterfly on the first floor here ... This kind of precious cloud he had never seen before, that is, when he first saw jade, she had never seen it. Her joy and gentleness at the moment are all addressed to the wind, and that man is addressed to the prince of the wind country, Ruyue!

"Stay." I hear precious clouds whispering in my ear. I saw that she was a little toe and people fell lightly on the marble floor like a full moon.

Xiyun stood quietly for a while with her eyes closed, as if thinking about something, and then she began to move, with her toes touching the ground gently, her body moving and rotating with her footwork, her hands slightly raised, her sleeves fluttering, as if it were some kind of dance, and as if it were a chess game with people as chess pieces, but she became more and more disgusting as she walked, turned faster and faster, and the blue skirt flew like a splash. Toe lightly lit, but every time it touched the ground, it made a crisp sound. When Yun Xi dances, she always wears a smile on her face, as if she is happy and playing a game.

As if it had been a long time, and as if it were just a blink of an eye, the spray finally stopped and stood there quietly, as if waiting for something.

"Boom ..." The light ring began to sound, and then the ground seemed to vibrate slightly, and then the marble chessboard moved, as if a complete chessboard was suddenly cut into many pieces. These fragments seem to have their own sense of life and move regularly, while the precious cloud that has been expected for a long time still stands quietly on a stone and moves with the stones in the yard.

Finally, the stone stopped moving, and a hole about two meters square was exposed on the ground paved with marble, and the precious cloud stood in front of the hole, and a step was faintly visible below the hole, reaching underground.

"Dare to come with me?" Cloud precious little looked back at LAN asked.

"Is this the road to the grave or the road to the blue sky?" Lan smiled and moved, and people have stood beside Juan.

"Go to the grave." Yun Xi also smiled, with a hint of irony. "Does Master Lan Xi dare to go?"

"With the king of the wind, the yellow land may turn blue." Lan just smiled and walked on.

Looking at the unsuspecting figure, Yun sighed slightly with a complicated expression, and then he came down.

There are many steps. When I step down, the cool air and dim light, listening to the empty echo from the first step, I really feel like I'm going to the grave. They didn't feel it. Both of them turned to look at each other, met their eyes and smiled.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, I finally reached the end of the steps. Further on, it is a long passage, with a thumb-sized luminous pearl embedded in the two walls every three feet, shining like a pearl and illuminating the passage.

They walked for about a quarter of an hour, and the passage had come to an end. In front of it is a closed stone door with the words "gravel hole" engraved on it.

"Do you know what's inside?" Cloud precious little looked at these three words involuntarily smiled.

"The gold and silver in the world are like rubble." Lan said flatly, his eyes rested on those three words. "The Feng family always seems to regard glory as dirt."

"Ha ha ....." Yun smiled gently and turned to look at Lan. "You don't seem to agree."

"It's too late to respect, how dare you be disrespectful." Lan seems sincere, but the implication is just the opposite.

Yun Xi shrugged off his sarcasm, jumped up gently, stretched out his arm, slapped every word of "gravel hole" and landed in Ying Ying.

"Boom ..." The heavy stone gate rises slowly.

"Please ask the son of Lan to appreciate the' earth'!" Yunxi waved a hand slightly, please go ahead.

"Respect is better than obedience." Lan didn't mention it, and stepped into the room. For an instant, the light was so radiant that he could hardly open his eyes.

However, seeing that the interior is actually Jinshan Yinqiu, Yu He, Zhuhai, piles of coral agates, piles of gems and jadeites, and countless antiques and treasures ... That is to say, I was born in the royal family, that is to say, Lan, who is sitting on Jinshan Yinshan, could not help but open her eyes at this time.

"What do you think of this compared with China's national treasury?" Precious little cloud looked at his face and smiled.

"Alas ... China is the richest country ... I have to pray for the wealth of both families, which is well known to half of China people, but you are ten times more than China!" Lan sighed for a long time and turned to look at Juan. "Why do you hide all your wealth here? Throughout the ages, the windy country does not seem to have the intention of the world, but why has it gathered so much wealth? "

"Sit in the world?" Yun Xi smiled coldly, his eyes shining like thorns, and he moved from Lan Xi to those jewels. "In your mind, it seems that wealth and strength are only related to competing for the world."

"Because owning this world is my ideal, all my efforts over the years have been for it." Lan doesn't care about the cynicism of Xiyun, and takes it for granted and understates it.

"Everything is for it?" Xie floating clouds smiled, and didn't seem to be dissatisfied with Lan's words. It seems that this should be his reason. "It's rare for you to be so frank this time."

"I never said I didn't want it, did I?" Lan glanced at the cloud lightly, her eyes deep and calm.

Yun Xi smiled, unable to see joy and anger, and his eyes rested on the jewels. "The reason why the Feng royal family gathered so much wealth was because of a suicide note from the ancestor Wang Fu."

Lan heard Diane eyebrow slightly raised, eyes rested on the body, waiting for her to speak.

"Kill the first emperor and avenge your blood!" Precious little clouds faint spit out.

"What?" Lan couldn't help being surprised. It can be said that it is the most uncontroversial and loyal royal family in the Eastern Dynasty, leaving such a legacy!

"Why is this?"

I don't know. Cherish the cloud but answer very simply.

"So that's why you collected so much wealth, but you never took any action?" You are as smart as a orchid, and you can think of the reason with a little thinking.

"hmm." Xiyun nodded, bent down to pick up a pearl as big as a baby's fist and put it in his hand to play with. "According to the logs handed down by the wind kings of past dynasties, after the death of King Feng, Mrs. Wang died in the second year, and the suicide note was kneaded into a ball and held in her hand. I thought about it and hesitated to leave it to future generations, but I didn't have time to make a decision. After his death, an imperial secretary who waited on him personally found a small piece of paper exposed between his fingers, so he took out the second generation of Wang Feng and granted him the throne. The second generation of Feng Wang was only ten years old when he ascended the throne, and he was just a child. He was shocked and scared when he first saw such a suicide note, but children who grew up in the royal family have their own vigilance. They were frightened, left without saying goodbye, and immediately incorporated them, which was regarded as the auxiliary country of that year.

"Of course, the second generation king won't also dare not give birth to the idea of killing the first emperor. Besides, the first emperor died in the third year after Feng Wang's death, but when he grew up, Feng Wang was puzzled by the suicide note, and the cause of death of Feng Wang in those years ... "Yun glanced at Lan and said simply," Do you know how old Feng Wang died? "

"It seems to be in his thirties." Lan briefly thought, "I read the diary of my ancestors." He felt very sad about the death of Feng Wang. He once wrote in his diary,' When a phoenix died, my heart was broken. I am longer than her, why should I live longer than her ...'. My ancestor wrote that diary when he was less than forty years old. Since he is longer than Feng Wang, Feng Wang is only in his thirties. "

"Thirty-six years old." Yun Xi gently threw the pearl into his hand, and then quietly watched it fall back into his hand. "Isn't it strange that a man with martial arts didn't die in the battlefield of swords, but he died in his thirties for no reason?"

"Don't you doubt that the death of King Feng has something to do with the first emperor?" Lan slightly gathered her eyebrows.

"The history books say,' Phoenix King has fought in the battlefield for more than ten years, although he has made great contributions to the world. Women, on the other hand, were physically deficient, tired and injured, and took charge of the country for ten years until heart failure and early death. "Yun Xi gently grasped the pearl and then tightened her fingers. A priceless night pearl turned to dust in her hand." But the Phoenix King died in the Imperial Capital and in the Autumn Dynasty.

"So, although the wind kings of past dynasties dared not openly hate the first emperor or openly oppose the Eastern Dynasty, they still had hatred in their hearts, so they gathered wealth and thought of killing Jindian to avenge the phoenix king one day?" Lan guessed.

"Not right either." Precious little cloud smiled and shook his head. "If the Feng family really wants to oppose the Eastern Dynasty, the rebellion in Wang Ning has been reversed, so the rebellious heart of the Feng family will be shattered. It's just that there is always more or less doubt about the death of ancestors, and there is always more or less resentment about the first emperor. Therefore, every generation of kings will transfer all the surplus of the national treasury to the national treasury, instead of collecting it all into the national treasury like other countries, showing off to the world that the country is the richest, or increasing its strength to build a new city ... The wind royal family who does not like war and does nothing to govern the country has gathered for more than 300 years, which is what you see now. "

"hide and wait for the day when you need it?" Lan looked at her and said, "In fact, your hatred for the first emperor is much more than you think!" "

"Ha ..." Xi Yunwen smiled and sucked it into the palm of his hand, and the pearl powder foam fell magnificently. "No matter how much resentment, today I am determined to tear down the Eastern Dynasties! Let it ..... "Eyes light fell on the ground powder, instant generate sparks. "No matter what the original intention of the Phoenix King is, no matter what the historical truth is, this riddled Eastern Dynasty should be over! Let it vanish like this pearl! "

Lan looked at the woman in front of her. Although she is dressed in soft clothes, it is difficult to hide the heroic spirit in her brow. In fact, she is very suitable for wearing that armor, which was inherited from the unparalleled phoenix king. She is the contemporary Bai Fenghuang! It's just ... maybe what she wants to wear most. ...

In Lan's silence, Yun's eyes crossed the piles of gold, silver and jewels and landed on a painting hanging on the east stone wall. He seemed to want to walk over, but hesitated. After a long time, she finally came up slowly, her eyes swept through the painting, and both the sun and the moon were painted as * * *. It was when the moon was hidden at sunrise and the world was half bright and half dark. Under the sun and the moon, two vague shadows were drawn, and it seemed impossible to see their faces clearly because of the dim sky. That painting, like the painting in the painting, has a gloomy and depressing feeling.

Precious little cloud's fingertips touched the two figures in the painting, sighed slightly, and then opened the painting, and a stone door was exposed.

Lan walked past, only to see the words "Fine shadows write the moon, twigs write the evening smoke" engraved on both sides of the stone gate, while the clouds looked at the words on the stone wall, looking slightly trance. After a long time, he said softly, "He always said that he wrote about the moon, so I should be an evening smoke, so he always called me er, never called me Yun. Finally, my father followed him and called me Xi Er. "

Reach out your hands, touch the words "moon" and "night" with your fingertips at the same time, and then gently slide the stone door to reveal a stone room.

Entering the room, there are four huge night pearls hanging on the ceiling, which makes the room look like daylight, but this stone room is not full of gold and silver. But if you look closely, you can see that all the walls are hung with portraits, with women on one side and men on the other. These portraits are almost the growth history of the woman and the man.

"Here are twenty-four portraits, twelve of mine and twelve of my brother, starting at the age of four and starting at the age of six." Yun Xi's voice is soft as silk, with a hint of sadness. "Every birthday, we will give each other a gift made by ourselves and draw a portrait for each other. We agreed to paint until we were 80 years old, but ... "

Lan moved, and her eyes swept the people on the portrait one by one.

The four-year-old girl is holding a small wooden boat in her hand and staring at it with a frown, as if to say, "If you don't finish painting soon, I will eat this wooden boat!" " "On the box below the portrait, there is a small wooden boat in her hand, which seems to come from a clumsy carpenter. It is only a rough image, but the portrait is exquisite and vivid between the eyebrows and eyes.

The six-year-old boy has fine eyes, is tying a ribbon into a bow in his hand, and looks shy. His delicate eyes seemed to say, "How can you send a boy a red bow!" " "Under the portrait, there is a faded red bow, crooked, showing that knotter technology is not skilled. As for painting, although the charm is undiminished, the style of writing is very rough, and the painter seems to be very careless, dropping ink on portraits. Fortunately, it just dripped on the boy's face, not on his face!

The five-year-old girl looks a little tall, wearing a long light green dress and the horns of two maids. She looks neat and tidy, but her cuffs are torn. She has a wood blade in her hand, and the expression on her face looks very proud, as if to say, "When I grow up, I will be invincible in the world!"

The seven-year-old boy looks a little more mature, and his eyebrows are more delicate. His long black hair hangs over his shoulders at will. He is really a beautiful child with a purple peony in his hand, which makes the boy's face look a little helpless, as if to say, "Can you change a gift?" But obviously, without permission, the painter painted the purple peony very brightly.

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