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Lishan Mountain is as beautiful as a splendid embroidery, and is known as "Xiuling Mountain", divided into East and West Xiuling Mountains. The mountain looks beautiful from a distance, but in fact, as a remnant of the Qinling Mountains, it is also very tall and tall. The Huaqing Palace used Lishan Mountain as a natural peripheral defense and expanded it.

At that time, a road was built up the mountain, called "Yudai Road". Many palaces were built on the mountain, all of which belonged to the outer garden. If the saint wanted to climb the mountain, he could go out of Zhaoyang Mending from the Huaqing Palace and take the Yupan Road.

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It was night, and Xue Bai and Yang Yuhuan did not dare to enter the forbidden area through Zhaoyang Gate, so they had to climb to Xixiuling.

 “Just around here, find her!”

 “Look! Let’s also have a taste of Concubine Yang.

Screams came from the woods at the foot of the mountain. Yang Yuhuan was stepping on Xue Bai's shoulders and trying to climb up a cliff. Hearing the words, he was frightened to death.

She lifted the stone up with both hands, but it was so weak that she almost fell down.

 “I can’t do it anymore, I can’t go up.”

 "Get on."

Xue Bai knew that even if the imperial guards settled the emperor and turned around to suppress the rebellion, they would not be able to find her right away. Since Yang Yuhuan was the most important person in the outer garden now, those rebel forces would come here to find her.

 He felt the body on his shoulders swaying, and hurriedly reached out to support her, "I'll push you."

"Um."

 “Tread on my hand and then climb up.”

 “No, I really can’t, it’s too shaking, I don’t dare...

 “Go up.“

With a strong push on his hands, he finally pushed the noble concubine up. Xue Bai was very tired. Before he could even take a breath, he saw the light of fire behind him.

　　It was the traitors who threw torches around looking for people and set Merlin on fire.

 “I’ll pull you.” Yang Yuhuan put down the colored silk on his body, “Come up quickly.”

“You can’t hold me back, so I’ll tie you to a tree.”

"good."

Xue Bai then climbed up the cliff, still taking back the silk cloth and wrapping it around her to prevent the opera robe from being too obvious.

While doing this, he found that a lot of the flowers on Yang Yuhuan's head had fallen off. Looking down the cliff, he quickly pushed down the fallen leaves and sand, hoping to cover up the traces.

 “Still have to go.”

It was difficult to walk in the mountains and forests, so Yang Yuhuan followed Xue Bai closely. In the process, she pinched him several times because bugs fell on her neck, but luckily she didn't scream.

"Where is that?" Xue Bai pointed at the bright palace above and asked, "It should be Chaoyuan Pavilion, which is the sacrificial hall dedicated to Laojun and Laomu."

 “Let’s go.”

Yang Yuhuan grabbed Xue Bai and asked, "Why did you go there? What if those guards are also traitors?"

There should not be many rebels tonight, but the bigger problem is that it has destroyed the trust of the nobles in the guards. In the dark night, no one knows whether the oncoming group of people is the guards or the rebels.

This is also the reason why Chen Xuanli refused to open the inner palace door. He was not afraid of traitors, but because he was afraid of traitors sneaking in.

Xue Bai saw that Yang Yuhuan was really scared. He took another look and found that there was a small area of ​​​​palace under Chaoyuan Pavilion and there were not many lights around the building.

 “Where is that?”

“Hmm? It should be the Bailu Hall, the place where ministers stay during sacrifices.”

 “Let’s go.”

After pushing aside the thorns and climbing over a small mountain pass, Xue Bai helped Yang Yuhuan finally reach Yupan Road. There were several unoccupied pavilions in front of him.

The moonlight comes out from the clouds, and you can vaguely see the plaques on it, the palace people's walking tower, the gathering platform, the Bailu Hall... There is a small hall named "Eternal Life Hall". Remember the whole~book~520

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Xue Bai originally thought that this was the place where Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang made an oath to each other, but the surrounding environment obviously didn't look like it at this time. The Changsheng Hall should be just the front hall, where people fast during sacrifices, and then go to the Chaoyuan Pavilion and Laojun Hall on the mountain.

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  This is not a place for falling in love.

Yang Yuhuan was a little scared and pulled his skirt and said "Shh."

The two of them walked towards the Zhaidian. Xue Bai was not a theater fan, but in his previous life he often accompanied some elderly people to watch theater. He still remembered watching a Kunqu Opera "The Palace of Eternal Life".

The play is extremely beautiful. The sleeping position is described as "a ball of ruby, lying on its side with a mandarin in mind"; the description of peeping in the bath is "peeping quietly,

 The body is slim and graceful, like floating waves, with dew and delicate brilliance." However, this description focuses on the color and the style is not high.

In terms of beauty, at this moment he turned his head and looked at her in the moonlight. Although he only saw her face, it was already more beautiful than in the drama. Xue Bai couldn't help but raise his head and look at the plaque above with the words "Eternal Life Palace" , protecting Yang Yuhuan in.

There are some candles in the temple, but they are not enough to light up the entire temple.

 Close the door softly, and the slight firelight no longer flickers.

Yang Yuhuan looked at Xue Bai first and was surprised when he saw that he was covered in blood.

"You are hurt?"

"Small injury." Xue Bai waved his hand and sat down by the pillar. Yang Yuhuan did not dare to be too far away from him. He also sat down by the pillar and asked in a low voice: "Are you going to be okay? What should I do?"

"fine."

"you..

She seemed to want to say something grateful, but she didn’t know where to start.

 After a while, Xue Bai felt her embarrassment and said: "Protect the imperial concubine, that's what a minister should do."

"Well, then you... I will remember your kindness. As a younger brother, you risked your life to save my sister. I will treat you like a biological brother."

 “Thank you, sister.“

Yang Yuhuan stretched out her hand and touched him gently, as if she wanted to check his injuries. In the end, she thought that she didn't understand, so she had to give up. Fortunately, gradually, the shouts of the imperial guards rang down the mountain, which meant that the rebellion had subsided. She then Calm down.

Are you okay? Let the royal doctor take a look at you later."

 “Don’t worry, sister, it’s really a minor injury.”

 “I don’t believe you.”

As he spoke, Yang Yuhuan had calmed down. Recalling the thrill just now, he patted his heart and said, "It's a pity that the play is not over yet. If we sing it in the future, Fa Hai will be missing." "

"There will be someone more suitable." Xue Bai said: "Even if General Gao sings with his hair cut, it will definitely be good."

You are still joking at this time of year." Yang Yuhuan scolded and finally relaxed.

 It was still late at night, and it was boring to wait and see, but she remembered something.

“I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time, are there any poems in the opera lyrics you changed? Isn’t it a pity that “If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Son” is so exquisite, it doesn’t have a prelude.”

"There is."

As we were talking, we naturally came up with the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" because Xue Bai quoted the last two lines of it in the play "The Legend of the White Snake".

“The fine clouds make tricks, the flying stars convey messages, and the silvery autumn light dims. When gold, wind, jade and dew meet, they win over countless people in the world.”

“By the way, tonight is Chinese Valentine’s Day.” Yang Yuhuan suddenly thought of this.

She stood up and walked quietly to the incense table in the palace. When she looked around, she saw incense boxes for prayers, fans, flower vases, gold basins, and silver vases.

So he walked back to Xue Bai and asked in a low voice: "Can I hold some incense? The traitors won't come after me, right?"

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Yang Yuhuan then lit the incense stick and bowed to the sky outside the window.

I am a Yang Yuhuan, I burn the incense in my heart, pray to the twin stars, and pray for blessings. I pray...

Halfway through her words, she stopped, unable to express her wish.

Xue Bai looked at it and couldn't help thinking that this noble concubine seemed to be innocent and romantic, but in fact she may not understand her own situation... She was afraid that it would not last long, and she even knew that it would not last long.

Things that are too beautiful are often fragile and perishable. How can a flower that blooms the brightest not be afraid of withering?

 After a long time, Yang Yuhuan looked back, with pear blossoms covered with rain and tears streaming down her face.

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 “Noble concubine?“

 “Noble concubine!“

 On Xixiuling, shouts suddenly rang out.

 The Hall of Eternal Life was still quiet. Xue Bai and Yang Yuhuan had hid behind the incense table and remained silent.

They were worried that the rebels were pretending to be guards, so they refused to go out despite the shouts and shouts.

He hid like this for a long time, until a familiar voice came.
To be continued...