The more you fly up, the more intense the fragrance becomes. Various strange flowers that you never see bloom on the cliff are looming in the clouds and mists. When you reach the top of the mountain, your eyes suddenly lit up, and you feel relaxed and happy.

The top of the mountain is basin-shaped, surrounded by snow peaks, covered with snow, and is illuminated by the moonlight. In the center is another bay of Tianhu Lake, with ice scattered and fires. There is an island in the middle of the lake with green trees and flowers blooming, shady flowers on the island, shady pavilions and palaces, with brilliant lights. It seems that it is the "Hundred Flowers Palace" where the Qing Emperor lives.

The white cranes circled and rushed down one after another. When they got closer, they found that the lake was suspended from ice lamps, like lotus flowers, crystal clear. The flowers on the island were secluded and the fragrance was swaying. Green grass was hung on both sides of the dense forests, and the lanterns woven by flowers shone with bright lights, connecting with the dazzling lights of the palace in the distance, which was extremely spectacular.

The hundreds of flower envoys carried lanterns and led Xu Xuan through the woods. They arrived at a palace gate made of white marble. The high and broad palace gate was round, red and black, like Tai Chi. Without waiting for the knocker to knock on, several palace maids in men's clothing quietly opened, leading Xu Xuan to continue walking in.

Xu Xuan was born among the rich and grew up in the most luxurious Lin'an City in the world. He has never seen many spectacular temples and beautiful gardens since he was a child, but compared with the "Hundred Flowers Palace" in front of him, they all became simple, crude and vulgar buildings.

This palace hanging high above the sea of ​​clouds, whether it is pavilions, towers, pavilions, or corridors, all seem extremely simple and elegant. If you look carefully, you can also be ingenious in every way. You can also use the word "borrowing scenery" to the extreme, snow-capped mountains, glaciers, sky lakes, forests, flowers and trees... and blend and shine, and it is natural. Walking in it is like walking in endless paintings, every angle is incredibly beautiful.

Xu Xuan breathed and thought to himself: "If there was a fairyland, it would be like this. No wonder all those who came to Penglai for thousands of years were reluctant to leave."

The bright moon hangs high, clouds and mist are shrouded, and the wind chimes are jingling. He followed the palace maids through the winding corridors on the lake, passed through several pavilions, and came to a pavilion with lotus flowers on its roof.

The building is five floors high. Except for the top floor as white as snow and is reflected by the lights, the remaining four floors are all blue. Taking advantage of the snowy mountain behind, looking in this night, it looks like a snow lotus blooming on the top of the ice peak, shining brightly.

The men's palace maids didn't say anything, leaving him alone, and quietly retreated with a lantern. Xu Xuanzheng didn't know whether to move forward or retreat, but suddenly a gentle and sweet voice from a woman came from the pavilion: "The new 'Sheng Yang Tong was standing outside the door, right? Come in quickly."

The breeze came gently, the gauze curtains were flying, and through the mica screen inside the door, several balls of lights could be seen igniting one after another. Xu Xuan took a deep breath, tucked the "Purple Dragon Sword", and slowly walked into the pavilion.

Bypassing the screen, the curtains droop in the hall were dancing, and there was no one in silence. This pavilion is located at the southern end of the island, facing water on three sides. The snow-capped mountains and bright moons in the distance, the ice lake is like a mirror, and the stars and the ice lotus lamps on the lake surface are shining; nearby, the green lotus surrounds, the hibiscus sways, and the flower air and the burning incense in the copper furnace are merged into one. Standing in it, the clothes are flying, and the mind is drunk. I really don’t know what day it is on heaven and earth.

Xu Xuan thought to himself: "If the mountain top Tianhu is a round shape of Tai Chi, it happens to be the Yin Di. Could it be that the Snake Tribe Saint Master hides the half of the 'White Tiger Skin Picture here?"

Looking around, the pavilion was covered with windows on three sides, one side was a door. The convenient lake was under the floor, and there was no place to hide. The eyes looked up along the circling escalator in the center. The lights were bright, and the woman's voice should have come from above just now. She continued to climb up the stairs.

The second floor was full of mica lotus lanterns, and the fragrance was even stronger. I saw the winding screen. A woman in red was sitting on the pineapple wooden couch with her back facing her, half leaning over her body, losing her long hair like a waterfall, and her black light could be seen. Although she couldn't see her face, she inferred from her slender white neck and her spring-like fingers that she was undoubtedly a beauty.

The gentle and sweet voice just now came from this woman in red. She was combed slowly with her long hair and said softly: "Your heartbeats so fast, are you walking too fast? There is rock tea picked from the cliff there, you can pour a cup of it yourself."

There is no one else on the second floor except this woman. It seems that Emperor Qing was seriously injured and could only rest on the top floor of the bedroom. But who is this woman? Could it be the one who Kami mentioned, who has recently arrived in Penglai and is deeply favored by Emperor Qing?

Xu Xuan calmed down and sat in a ring chair by the window, poured a cup of tea. While concentrating on the sound of the building, he sipped lightly and slowly. The tea was warm and fragrant. After drinking it in one sip, the cheeks were full of sweetness. It was even better than the top rock tea in Wuyi Mountain, Fujian. So he poured another cup.

The woman in red sighed and said, "You hold your breath and keep your breath away. You are so nervous, but aren't you afraid that the Qing Emperor will poison this tea?"

Xu Xuan's heart sank, and the tea almost poured out. He suddenly raised his head and drank it all, cleared his throat, and said lightly: "The Lord of the Qing Emperor, the Nine Five, is it easy to take my life, but do you still need such a low-level method?

The upstairs was silent. The woman in red chuckled softly: "Very good, very good. You are so calm and brave, and you can really deserve the 'Yin Yang Holy Child's Job'," and continued to comb your long hair and no longer speak.

Xu Xuanlian drank three cups of tea, but still had not seen the follow-up, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous again. He turned around and looked around and was slightly stunned. The screen was stacked with nine layers, and the one he copied was Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". After a moment of his heart, he realized that the tables, chairs, beds, incense burners, and curtains around him were all furniture styles of Tokyo Bianliang.

A beautiful painting was hung on the wall in front of the couch. In the painting, the woman dressed like fire and her skin was better than snow. She was leaning against the railing, holding the flute obliquely, and frowned and staring at the distant mountains. Although she had only a few strokes, her beautiful posture jumped out.

Xu Xuan breathed tightly, and couldn't help but glance at the woman in red again, thinking to himself: "Is this her portrait? No wonder Emperor Qing was so fascinated by her and favored her."

Looking closely, I wrote a short lyric on the painting: "The eyebrows are competing for beauty in the spring mountains, but I feel pity for long wrinkles. Don't wet the branches of flowers with clear tears, for fear that the flowers are as thin as people. The clear and moist jade flute is idle for a long time, and the soulmate is rare. If you want to know that you are sad on the railing every day, just ask for the willows in front of the pavilion." The handwriting is beautiful, and it seems that you have seen it before.

Before he could finish his thoughts, he heard the woman in red say softly: "Do you think it's beautiful?"

Xu Xuan nodded. The woman in red seemed to feel inadequate and asked again: "Have you ever seen a more beautiful person in this world?"

The faces of Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing suddenly flashed through his mind. He thought that the snake demon sisters were already unparalleled in the world, but in terms of heart, compared with the woman in the painting in front of him, it seemed to be slightly worse than that of the woman in the painting. After hesitating for a moment, he finally shook his head.

At this time, the wind was swelling outside the window, and the fallen flowers were colorful. Dozens of petals rushed in, some fell in the incense burner, and some rolled on the couch.

The woman in red paused to the comb, picked up a petal with her fingertips, and whispered: "Don't compete with the spring heart with flowers, one inch of lovesickness and one inch of ashes." After a moment of stammering, a tear suddenly dripped on her fingertips and slowly spread out in the petals.

Xu Xuan thought to himself: "Does she also have someone missing her? Even though she arrived in Penglai and became the concubine of Emperor Qing, she still couldn't let go?"

Thinking of his parents and Bai Suzhen, he felt another severe pain in his heart, and blurted out: "Last night, the stars were windy last night, and the west side of the painting building was the east of the Guitang. He had no colorful phoenix flying wings, and his heart was connected all day. It was once lonely, dark golden embers, and there was no news about the red pomegranate. Liu Lang had already hated Pengshan far, and even ten thousand of them were separated by Pengshan."

These eight poems and the two lines she chanted were all written by Li Shangyin. Although they were from different poems and were grafted together by him, they were also in line with the scene in front of him, and were seamless.

The woman in red trembled, turned her head slowly, stared at him, and said, "Where did you hear these poems?"

The light shone on her face, tears were shining brightly, as cold as frost and snow. Xu Xuan was stunned, slightly surprised. Although her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to the woman in red on the painting, they seemed to be not alone. I felt like I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn't remember it for a while.

Before he could think about it, the curtain was surging, the wind was blowing, and the hair on his neck suddenly rose. He had been practicing hard for more than a month of "synical and human sympathy", and he was extremely sensitive to the surrounding flow. His mind power swept four times, and at least seven sharp murderous auras were rushing towards them.

Xu Xuan was shocked and shouted, "Girl Be careful." He hugged the woman in red suddenly, turned over and rolled up, grabbed two incense burners and threw them hard towards the window in the south. "Bang" and "Bang" just hit the two sword lights that broke into the window. The figure was incorrectly divided and the powder exploded.

Someone shouted in a low voice, "Kill that bitch." In an instant, the sword lights danced, and three more people jumped in from the west and east, attacking fiercely like a storm.

Xu Xuan hugged the woman in red and swept up and down, and the "hissing" sounded loudly, and the clothes burst one after another, and blood beads splattered. On several occasions, he almost barely avoided the sword. He was thrilling.

There were screams outside the window, and more than a dozen people were approaching at a rapid speed. Xu Xuan Dalin was about to pull out the "Purple Dragon" in his arms to fight back, but when he thought that he could not reveal his identity, he had to hold on, hugged the woman in red with his left hand, and turned around and rushed upstairs.

"Bang" "Bang" As soon as he ran to the third floor, the surrounding floors had been smashed by assassins one after another, and four sword lights were rushing towards them like crazy.

Xu Xuan grabbed the long case with his right hand and swept it hard, sweeping away two sword lights, shouting, "Qing Emperor comes out quickly." However, he shouted a few times, but he didn't respond, and was shocked and angry. Unexpectedly, the Qing Emperor was so selfish and cowardly after being injured. He would rather be a turtle with his head and watch his concubine die under the assassin's sword than show up to help.

The woman in red seemed to be unhappy and stared at him in surprise. Her sad and cold eyes had turned into gentleness and confusion. Her stiff body slowly softened. She wrapped her hands around his neck and said softly: "You... you and I don't know each other before, why do you risk your life to save me?"
Chapter completed!