I have a special skill for dismantling CP

When Ye Shuang woke up from the coma, her vision was still dim.

He thought he was still in a coma and dreaming at this moment, when Yang Kang's voice suddenly sounded next to his ear: "Shuang'er, you finally woke up."

Ye Shuang blinked twice in the dark, and said, "Akang, is this a dream? Where are you? I can't see you."

Just listen to Yang Kang said: "This is not a dream."

The next moment, Ye Shuang was embraced by Yang Kang.

Ye Shuang also hugged him tightly, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, you must have been frightened? It's all the fault of the old man with the white beard. He made people work early in the morning without feeding them. I must have been starved to death by him." of."

Yang Kang let go of him, and said in a low voice, "Open your mouth."

Ye Shuang opened her mouth obediently, and a piece of soft pastry was stuffed into her mouth.

"Well, that's a good time." Ye Shuang said vaguely, "You're from Larry Long?"

Yang Kang said: "It was stolen from the palace."

Ye Shuang swallowed the pastry whole and almost choked, Yang Kang went straight to kiss her, mouth to mouth with a sip of water.

Ye Shuang felt much better now, and her eyes gradually adapted to the dark environment, and she could roughly see the outline of Yang Kang.

He looked around but couldn't see anything, so he asked, "Akang, where are we now?"

Yang Kang said: "The underground palace."

Ye Shuang asked in surprise, "The palace is so big, how did you find it here?"

Yang Kang smiled in the dark, and said: "Since I plan to bring you here to heal your wounds, of course I have to ask that miracle doctor for the exact location of the underground palace."

Ye Shuang nodded and said, "I'm curious about the real identity of that genius doctor."

"I'm curious what he does." Yang Kang said, "Do you want to have another piece of pastry?"

Ye Shuang said: "Yes!"

Yang Kang fed him another piece, and then took another sip of water.

Ye Shuang said: "Akang, have you found that cold jade bed?"

"I found it." Yang Kang said: "I was just now on that cold jade bed to heal your wounds, and the effect is astonishing. It's just that the cold jade bed is too cold, and you're in a coma. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it." , and carried you down. How do you feel now?"

Ye Shuang said: "It seems that there is a ball of true energy lying in the dantian, and I feel warm all over my body, very comfortable."

Yang Kang said: "That's good. From now on, I will heal your injuries on the cold jade bed every day. I think your body will be back to normal within three months."

"That's great!" Ye Shuang suddenly said distressedly: "But you are about to suffer."

Yang Kang hugged him, and said softly: "I am your husband, and I am willing to do anything for you."

Ye Shuang lay in his arms, complaining: "It's so dark in here, I can't even see your face clearly."

Yang Kang said: "Since this is an underground palace, there must be candles. You wait here obediently, and I will look for it."

Ye Shuang said: "Alright, be careful."

Yang Kang responded and left.

Ye Shuang couldn't see him, and could only hear the sound of rummaging for things from time to time in the darkness.

Not long after, I heard Yang Kangxi say: "I found it!"

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of hitting a stone, and it seemed that Yang Kang was using flint to make fire.

After a while, the dark underground palace was finally shrouded in dim light.

Ye Shuang stood up and looked at the appearance of the underground palace by the light.

The underground palace is very empty, and the furnishings are very simple.

A couch for the imperial concubine carved in fine wood was the place where Ye Shuang rested just now.

A tasseled cold jade bed, with cold smoke flowing on it, should be a divine object to help him heal his injuries.

A desk with an iron pear and elephant pattern, on which there are many books and utensils, and a few pieces of purple lacquer and golden landscape patterns on the bottom of the begonia-style incense table.

There is another mirror stand, but there is no mirror on it.

Yang Kang was standing in front of the mirror stand, fiddled with the two candles on the mirror stand to make them burn more vigorously.

Ye Shuang walked to his side, brushed the dust on the mirror table with his hands, and said, "It seems that no one has been here for hundreds of years."

Yang Kang said with a smile: "It has been less than 200 years since the founding of Xixia. Although hundreds of years is a bit exaggerated, Shuang'er is right. It is true that no one has been here for a long time."

"That's good, we won't be discovered by hiding here." Ye Shuang couldn't help but wondered: "I don't know who the owner of this underground palace is."

"There is a mirror table here, which shows that the owner of this underground palace is a woman; a woman who is powerful enough to build an underground palace in the imperial palace should be the emperor's concubine, and a favorite concubine; plus the cold jade bed, in conclusion, it should be a concubine. A concubine of the emperor with very strong martial arts." Yang Kang pointed to the wall in front of him and said, "It should be her."

Following Yang Kang's fingers, he saw a portrait of a woman hanging on the wall above the mirror stage, but he didn't notice it just now.

Ye Shuang took a closer look, and saw the woman in the painting with black hair and white clothes, she was as graceful as a fright, extremely glamorous, but exuding enchanting charm, just like a legendary fox fairy.

Next to the portrait, two lines of words were inscribed in wild cursive: Autumn night climbs to the pavilion to invite the bright moon, and the fish in the water plays with Zhuang Zhoudie.

The signature is Wuyazi.

Ye Shuang stared at it for a while, and then said: "The beauty is very beautiful, and the wild grass can still catch your eyes, but these two lines of poetry don't make sense, and it has nothing to do with the beauty next to her."

Yang Kang said: "Naturally it has something to do with it, otherwise this Wu Yazi wouldn't be superfluous."

Ye Shuang read it carefully a few more times, unsure: "Could it be...is this a Tibetan acrostic?"

Yang Kang rubbed his head and said with a smile, "Shuang'er is really smart. I think the word 'Autumn Water' is the name of this beauty."

Ye Shuang said: "How can you be so sure?"

Yang Kangdao: "I'm just guessing, I can't be sure. The inscription mentions Zhuang Zhou, and the inscription is Wuyazi. I guess it is taken from "Zhuangzi·Health Master" "There are cliffs in my life, and there are no cliffs in knowledge." The sentence, and the name of this beauty should be taken from "Zhuangzi Qiushui"."

Ye Shuang nodded and said, "It makes sense. Akang, you are really smart."

Yang Kang smiled slightly, and led him to find a place to sit down, but there was dust everywhere, and there was really nowhere to sit.

Ye Shuang said: "If we want to live here, it seems that we have to tidy up first."

Yang Kang took it seriously and said: "You wait here, I'll go outside and get some tools."

Ye Shuang nodded and said yes, Yang Kang went out of the underground palace.

Ye Shuang was bored alone in the underground palace, saw that there were many books and utensils on the desk with iron pear and elephant pattern, it was in a mess, so she went to tidy it up.

Those books were moldy, Ye Shuang picked them up one by one, covered his mouth and nose, and shook off the dust on them.

After shaking off the dust, Ye Shuang read the books one by one, most of them were famous works such as "Zhuangzi", "Huangdi Neijing", "Synopsis of the Golden Chamber", all of which were in dilapidated condition, as if they were often read in the past.Among them, there is a book that is very different and very smooth. If you ignore the musty smell it emits, it can almost be regarded as a new book.On the cover of this book, only the word "Autumn Water" is written.

Ye Shuang thought it was "Autumn Water" written by Zhuangzi, but when she opened it, it was not the case.

On the title page, the author wrote a paragraph in beautiful lowercase letters:

Li's Qiushui was a disciple of Xiaoyaozi of the Xiaoyao School when he was young.The talent is transcendent, the teacher is very important, and he only teaches the little non-phase kung fu.

Mourning for God, showing no mercy to others, wrongly paying for love, tossing and turning for half of his life, solitary, spared a body of martial arts.

It's a pity that I haven't met a good disciple in my lifetime, so I can't pass it on.

So I wrote this book, which is the best knowledge of my life, in the name of passing on Li's Qiushui.

Ye Shuang turned to look at the portrait on the wall, and said, "So your name is really Qiushui, Li Qiushui."