Born short-lived

The Qingliang Palace on Liaoshan Mountain has a history of more than 100 years. It was built according to the mountain situation, with five pavilions, large and small, and the corridors are back and forth, like a sleeping snake coiled on the top of the mountain.

Dong Sheng remembered that the last time he came here was ten years ago, maybe the queen herself didn't come here often, and when he came back now, every eaves and tiles were exactly the same as in memory, except that the vegetation had grown taller some.

The mountain was very clean, and he sat alone in the empress's favorite tea house for a while before he slowly came back to it.

Looking at the plum tree outside the house, he suddenly thought:

His mother is gone.

My heart seemed to be emptied suddenly, I couldn't tell what it was like, the corners of my eyes were sore, but I couldn't cry.Dong Sheng sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, silently staring at the plum blossom tree outside the porch of the teahouse.

At the beginning, when the Queen wanted to grow plum blossom trees like this, he complained about it. What is the value of planting plum blossoms in this place where he came to escape from the summer heat?

Someone knocked on the door behind him, Dong Sheng was slightly taken aback, and looked back.

Dong Sheng didn't go out very much in the past few months. He stayed in the house every day with a white face. He was so thin that he sat in the sunlight. frosted.

Xiangsheng leaned against the door and said to him: "There is another floor underground in Qingliang Palace, there are sixteen psychic cannons, some white crystal spirit weapons in hand, and some dry food in reserve... It should have been replaced not long ago. , enough to last us a month."

It seems that the empress has already saved him a back hand.

Dong Sheng was holding a cup in both hands. The old rock tea in it was almost cold and he hadn't had a few sips yet. He simply put the cup on the small table beside him, and moved his fingers that had finally been warmed by the covering. Without looking back, he said lightly: "One month is enough, Jiang Kun doesn't have that much time."

Wang Sheng couldn't help laughing: "Are you so sure?"

As soon as Dong Sheng's warmed hands left the cup, the cold wind outside the door began to chill again. He rubbed his ten slender fingers together, looked at the white plum blossoms in the snow outside the house and said casually: " Whatever you sow, you will get what you want, Daling can't help him in vain... besides, I'm not really alone."

The past life was noncommittal, pouted, walked into the room and sat down on his own: "Then... what about the old lady?"

When Dong Sheng was recuperating in the East Palace, he had explained to Xiangsheng in advance that it was more convenient for Xiangsheng to enter and leave the palace. In case something happened in the palace, he would be in charge of "surrounding Wei and saving Zhao". I touched it all over, and even knew exactly when the old lady ate and went to the latrine.

"I'll make a confession, I can't really kill him." Dong Sheng opened his mouth and exhaled a few breaths of white air, he gave a breath to his cold palm, trying to rub some warmth, "Is there no stove in this room? It's like an ice cellar."

Wang Sheng frowned: "Is it... cold?"

The stove in the house had been turned on long ago, and Wang Sheng could feel the hairs on his neck when he was wearing a robe, and they were worried that Dong Sheng would be afraid of the cold, so the stove in the tea room was burning the most. Being against the wind, Qiu Cangyang, who was so full of vigor, refused to come in at all, just standing at the door for a while would make his whole body feel exhausted.

Dong Sheng's face froze for a moment, and then he realized that he didn't turn his head to look at the complicated eyes of the past life, but just smiled a few times in a concealed manner, then got up wrapped in fox fur and moved slowly inside: "It's okay. ...Maybe I was sitting too close to the porch—by the way, you don't need to be too nervous, they won't be able to attack in a short time...Think about how to go down the mountain to be true...Eh, wait a minute."

Past life looked over: "What's wrong?"

Dong Sheng asked, "Where is Leader Han? I haven't seen him since I went up the mountain."

"He's leading people to clean up the underground palace." Said Xiangsheng, he turned his head and glanced back, "I saw him just now... Hey!"

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao had arrived, and as soon as the words of reincarnation fell, Han Jin, the leader of Xuantian Pavilion, turned around in a hurry from the corner of the corridor, carrying a large half-human long box on his shoulders, which looked very heavy, and Han Jin Most of Jin was shrouded in shadow.When Xiangsheng poked his head out and saw him, he felt frightened, afraid that the box would break his neck if it tilted.

Han Jin carried the box and walked to the door, then paused, nodding and asking for instructions, "Your Highness".

Dong Sheng quickly waved and said, "Come in."

To be honest, it was the first time he saw Han Jin being so respectful to him, and he felt a little uncomfortable—you know, when he received three hundred lashes in Xuantian Palace, it was the whip of this guy, and he was merciless in his strikes. The whip and whip are all torn apart.

Han Jin walked with the wind, and when he took a step into the room, the whip hanging around his waist was unintentionally exposed when his robe fluttered. Dong Sheng caught a glimpse of it, and suddenly his scalp became numb again, and he couldn't help it. He silently swallowed his saliva.

So he moved his eyes to the box: "Boss Han, this is..."

Han Jin threw the box on the ground like a rice bag, and the whole tea house seemed to be shaken by an earthquake, and the tea swayed twice. He was greatly relieved, stretched out his hands to rub his sore and stiff shoulders, and said in a low voice: "I found it in the bookstore in the underground palace. The books on the shelf are all rotten. I can only read the ones in the box and use them to relieve Your Highness."

Dong Sheng was a little surprised: "There is also a library in the underground palace?"

"Yes," Han Jin said, "it's not small, but it's basically rotten. This box is hidden in the innermost cabinet."

Dong Sheng looked up at him. It was the first time he saw Han Jin without a hood in front of him. He suddenly found that this man was a young man with handsome facial features. Coupled with this rather feminine name, if he didn't wear this evil Xuantianwei black robe, he wouldn't know whose family Pianpian was when he walked out.

Dong Sheng couldn't help associating his gentle appearance with the brutality of his attacks, and felt that he was simply insane.

Perhaps his parents hoped that he would be gentle when they named him that little girl, but it's a pity that children and grandchildren have their own destiny.

"What kind of books are these?" Dong Sheng forced himself to turn his attention to the books. The lock of the box had been violently removed by Han Jin, and he lifted the lid carefully, "Pfft... this ashes! Cough Cough... what is this?"

Dong Sheng rubbed his nose, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve and leaned over his head. The books in the box were already covered with dust. He rubbed the cover with his fingers, and pulled the dust apart: "This ... what word is this?"

The writing on the book is obviously not the Jinwen used in the dynasty, and the strokes are more complicated, and I can't understand it in my past life. It seems to be some kind of writing between 1000 years ago and today.

Han Jin leaned down to take a look, and said, "This is the Qingwen used by Hua Xu in the early days of his restoration of the country. It seems to be written... Dongwen Benji? Ah, yes, the bachelor who was in charge of the compilation of literature and history at that time specially translated a version of the ancient book. "

Shisheng smacked his tongue and said, "Do you still know Qingwen?"

Han Jin said very immodestly: "I have learned more than 20 kinds of characters, it is very simple."

Dong Sheng flipped through a few more books, and suddenly found a very thin one. He pressed the book on it with one hand to prevent the dust from being raised again, and carefully pulled out that book with the other hand: "What about this one?"

Han Jin took a look and said, "Oh, this is the biography of Marquis Fenghuo."

"Marquis of Fenghuo?"

Han Jin: "It's just..."

"It's my elder brother," Wang Sheng continued, his eyes cast a thick black shadow, "Jinyun, the god of fire, Jinyun."