Looking forward, looking forward.

The east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.

Green buds emerge from the water plants on the shore.

The ice in the cold winter melted, and the dry river began to flow.

The migrating wild horses passed by and poked their heads into the river, allowing the trickle to wash away the strong horse's head.

Thrush chirping in the air.

Under the snow-white spring sun, there is vitality.

After a while, the horse poked its head out of the river and shook the water droplets on its head. The sweet river water left along the horse's temples and reflected crystal droplets.

The horse seems to be not full.

He bowed his head again and stabbed it violently. In the clear river, the horse's eyes formed a slit due to the refraction of light.

The dead are like this, never leaving the day and night.

The earth ushered in the summer light, the water plants became more lush, and the springs were twitching, and even the water plants on the shore were covered with wet water droplets.

In the courtyard below the back mountain.

A young monk went in and out of the diligent mountain gates, carrying water one after another, as if he was exhausted.

A leaf tells autumn.

The autumn cicadas on the mountain are chirping loudly.

It was already cold in the morning and night, but the little monk was carrying water day after day, but his body gradually became stronger and stronger. Compared with the past, he grew taller.

He raised his head.

I looked at the snow-white autumn day in the sky.

After wiping the sweat, I walked as fast as I could, carrying the load and slept like flying, carrying more river water to the gift of nature in the back mountain.

With his figure, he squeezed out of the mountain gate.

The cicadas on the mountain were screaming even more happily.

Autumn goes and winter comes.

The weather gets extremely fast.

The river water in the mountains is still flowing, and the red mountain gate ushers in the first snow in winter.

Snowflakes float down one by one.

The river grass has turned white, the roof has turned white, the trees have turned white, and the steps in front of the door have piled up a layer of snow.

The little monk appeared with a broom.

He rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up the snow on the floor.

The wind was roaring, and the little monk kept sweeping the snow, but the snow was sweeping more and more, until the end, it was covered with a thick layer.

The little monk doesn't believe in evil.

Roll up your sleeves and work hard.

As he kept wandering around the mountain gate, the snow under his feet gradually became muddy.

The little monk looked up and looked.

The sky was snow-white, and only the sharp sound of the wind kept whistling.

He rubbed his hands and lowered his head to sweep hard, but the snow melted more and became sticky and flowed down the clean steps.

The rumor of the wind is getting faster and faster.

It began to turn into a sharp whistle.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and the ice that had not melted for a long time loosened on the top of the mountain.

A long and crisp sound.

The ice cube actually cracked a gap.

The mountain springs that have been blocked all year round have no obstacles and gush down, forming a wonder of the Milky Way hanging upside down.

The little monk was shocked.

He quickly stepped out of the mountain gate.

The surging mountain springs swept into the temple and blew out from the mountain gate hole.

The little monk couldn't dodge and was washed up. His whole body was instantly wet, and his bare head looked even more greasy.

He stood farther away in panic.

The clear spring on the top of the mountain is still washing down.

Perhaps it was because of the blockage of the ice that the clear spring had already melted. As soon as the world changed, it went down with the flow and lasted for a long time.

A full cup of tea.

The mountain spring finally stopped slowly.

In the white wind and snow, the red mountain gates appear more brightly after being washed by the spring water.

The snow is still falling in the sky.

After a while, the stairs that had just been washed were covered with snow.

The little monk was a little angry.

I picked up the broom, wiped the ticks of water on my head, and started cleaning it hard again.

...

Chang'an.

Morning and Xi Palace.

Bright lamps are burning.

The Yinfei was disheveled and she sat at the table, and her cusp shirt was casually placed on her body. Her beautiful face was covered with ferociousness, and she gritted her teeth and said:

"Fang Yiai!"

"You little bastard!"

He created a bunch of strange tricks and tricks, which attracted all of His Majesty's energy, so he didn't even have to attend the birthday party..."

"All my preparations today are in vain!"

"It's in vain!"

"ah--!"

She screamed hysterically.

Grab the cup at hand and smash it hard on the ground.

"Bang!"

The white porcelain cup was smashed.

The broken porcelain pieces splattered everywhere, dripping to the door, and stopped until they rolled in front of a pair of black boots.

Yin Fei's body trembled.

She stared at the ground where the fragments rolled down, and her eyes slowly looked up.

I saw the Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty, accompanied by the eunuch leader Zhang Ananda, appear at the entrance of the hall.

Yin Fei's pupils shrank slightly and she blurted out: "Your Majesty?"

Li Shimin didn't speak.

He was wearing a casual outfit, carrying his hands on his back, and his face was majestic, staring at the Yinfei in the hall.

My decadent appearance was exposed.

Yin Fei's face turned red, she quickly stood up, quickly tidied up her messy clothes, smoothed her hair, and trotted to meet her.

"His Majesty--"

She stopped in front of Li Shimin, looked at the majestic man in front of her, and said softly: "I have finally come to you."

When talking.

Yin Fei was surprised and happy, her eyes shining brightly.

Li Shimin has never appeared since the last time he caught the traitor. This is his first time in the Chenxi Palace in a few months.

Yin Fei welcomed the guests warmly.

However, Li Shimin did not respond, but looked at her expressionlessly and spoke coldly:

"Concubine De, I'm so angry."

Yin Fei's smile froze.

I felt like I was poured on a basin of cold water.

Li Shimin looked at her coldly, stepped into the hall, and Yin Fei quickly followed in fear and fear.

Ananda Zhang did not go in.

Instead, he reached out and closed the palace gate.

Then he stood at the door with his hands in his arms, drooping his eyelids, his eyes fell on the two palace maids beside him, and he spoke slowly:

"You are serving the Yin Concubine?"

I heard.

Xiaohe and Ping'er, who had been waiting at the gate of the hall, looked nervous and quickly bowed their heads and saluted:
Chapter completed!