At the bottom of the Dusk Lake, there is a huge mausoleum

In the center of the mausoleum, there is a small circular burial chamber, and the floor of this burial chamber is depicted with unknown patterns, mysterious and mysterious. In the center of this pattern composed of lines, a white jade bed is placed, on which lies a woman, with a lilac dress, delicate facial features, and fair skin that can be broken by blowing. She closed her eyes as if she were asleep.

It's really asleep, who is it, and why is it sleeping here?

I really just fell asleep, and my closed eyes seemed to be trembling slightly, as if they would open in the next moment.

There is a night pearl hanging directly above the jade bed, the soft light will illuminate here, quietly releasing the footprints of the years, I don't know how long it has been, even the light seems to be a little tired of time.

"I remembered. ”

After speaking, the purple-shirted woman who was lying down opened her eyes, and her green eyes were like a wave of clear pools, pure and natural.

She sat up, took out a fragment of the Heart of the Heavenly Feather from her bosom, and looked at it quietly. How many years, I don't know if he's doing well. The events of that year are really unforgettable. It's all gone, but it feels like it's just begun.

She touched the fragment of Tianyu's heart, as if remembering something. A quarter of an hour later, he put it back in his arms. He sighed slightly, then stepped off the jade bed and left the mausoleum.

She lay on it, quietly looking at the sky, the sky was full of traces left by the years, which could not be erased or left behind.

"I'm looking for something, whether there will be something to look forward to, nothing maybe, I won't exist in the future, such a sky, even those clouds, are more comfortable than me!

I'm sighing something, the persistent love in life, there is no promise, and I won't sigh in the future, the lonely world, those people who waste it, will only be more helpless!"

These were the last words he said when he left, I don't know if he was really talented, or if he was deliberately contrived, and only I would say that about him.

I don't know what he is seeking in this life, every time he gazes, it is the distant sky, but what is left is his back, and a slight sigh. His deep eyes are full of the confusion of the years, so why is he sad in his life, even if it is vicissitudes, it is only under the sky.

His departure was so quiet, as if a breeze was blowing. For the imperial dynasty, it will also be deeply regretted. The teacher once said that he belonged to an era, not here or there. Although I don't understand why the teacher commented like this, I think about it, in the teacher's heart, he is also a very talented person.

I don't know how many years have passed, but I haven't seen him again.

Fifty years, or a hundred years, it should be a long time.

I still remember a poem he wrote before leaving:

The ripples of the moon are overwhelming, and the snow is ashamed and the jade kisses;

As soon as the clouds are revealed, there will be a few red dust in the world for thousands of years!

Thinking of Hongchen again, I don't know if it's Hongchen in this world, or his double-edged sword, it's also strange, since there is a double-edged Hongchen, why should there be a guard, cut off all the world's red faces, wouldn't it be better, and it will also save people's life and death, and the infatuation is unforgettable.

But he still said that he would stay together, and the red dust would not be extinguished. Could it be that he really believes in red face love so much?

Shiben is unpredictable, alas, he is convinced, and he has been waiting for him for so long.

For him, he even made that life and death curse to keep his face alive, just waiting for his return, looking at him again, just for him to keep the most beautiful face.

Soft ballads, melodious, faint and flashy, silent years,

"The green boat is light, rippling with the water's thoughts, that is also my thoughts.

What has gone away is the sparkling shadow, but what cannot be dispersed is the reflection I left behind.

The breeze blows, and it is also my melancholy, the blue sky, those floating clouds, whether they will also stop for me to wipe away the sadness in my heart. ”

The night is late, and the moon is approaching mid-sky. Demon Moon sat up from the couch, came to the window, and snuggled there. Looking at the bright moon, my thoughts soared. The dream just now was really just a dream, thinking of this, she sighed softly.

Why do you have such a dream, the person in the dream seems to be really yourself.

"Hongchen?" she whispered to herself, probably because she had such a dream after listening to the ancient sword mentioned by Aunt Yun during the day.

That stone room, is it really inside the mausoleum, did the sleeping people in it really make a curse of life and death, and how could there be such a curse, probably thinking about it again.

Stay until dawn, talk to Aunt Yun well, or go over early, I always feel that something is wrong.

She stood there for more than a moment before she went back to the couch to rest.

On the island of Lake Dusk

Mu Han sat on the steps in front of the house, looking at the moon in the sky, thinking about someone or something. She's okay, the girl who is far away in Phoenix must be asleep in her dreams at the moment, I don't know if she will dream of him. He thought about it, thought about it, and thought about it, how could it be, he had forgotten it.

Mu Han took the red dust and looked at it quietly. Thoughts are pouring in my heart like a tide. The red dust shone slightly in the moonlight, and the misty red light flashed, as if there was something, and in a trance, he came to a strange place.

There are many pavilions here, pavilions and pavilions, but it is a very good manor. Mu Han didn't have the heart to enjoy the beautiful scenery here, he just searched casually, as if he was looking for something.

"Are you the one in your dreams?" Suddenly, a girl's voice came from behind her, and the voice was very good. He turned around and looked. In the pavilion not far from him, there was a girl in a blue water shirt, very good-looking, and her blue eyes were magical, which attracted him deeply. For a moment, I was stunned.

The girl was not angry, and chuckled, "Hey, let me ask you." Are you the one in your dreams?"

Mu Han came to his senses at this time, and couldn't help but feel very embarrassed, and quickly shook his head, "I'm not a person in a dream, a person in a dream? "It's a bit incoherent to speak.

The girl stood up and came to him, "The one who lives in the dream." ”

"I'm not. Mu Han shook his head and looked around, "Where is this?"

"This is my home. What is your name. The girl frowned slightly, as if puzzled, and asked again.

"Muhan. What about you. Hearing this, I was not only surprised, but who the girl in front of me was.

"I am Demon Moon, the ninth princess of the Demon Spirit Clan. By the way, what is the sword behind you?" Demon Moon looked at the sword behind Mu Han and asked.

He took the red dust, glanced at the demon moon, and was suspicious, "You seem to know it?"

Demon Moon nodded, "It looks a little familiar, is it Hongchen?"

Mu Han nodded, "Yes." "Mind, think you're in a dream, otherwise how would you have come here? It's just that this dream is too real.

"Can you show me?" Demon Moon looked at Hongchen, a hint of anticipation flashed in her eyes.

Mu Han handed Hongchen to her, "Here you go." Although it was the first time they met, there was an affinity for no reason, and he looked at her as if he had seen her.

"Are you the person in the dream?" Mu Han thought of what Demon Yue had just asked him, and tried to ask Demon Moon after thinking about it.

Demon Moon nodded, "Yes, aren't you too, don't you admit it yet." ”

Hearing this, Mu Han couldn't help but be a little surprised, "We met in a dream? "He was incredible.

"I thought it was weird, but it was a dream. "Demon Moon said sparsely and ordinarily, as if she had experienced it often.

"If you know it's a dream, why don't you wake up?" Mu Han was puzzled.

"It's not time yet, so naturally I won't wake up. Demon Moon patiently explained to Mu Han, "Where are you now?"

"Me?" Mu Han really didn't know how to answer, she asked where she was supposed to rest, "that lonely island in the Twilight Lake." ”

When Demon Moon heard this, her face was slightly shocked, "You are here for the mausoleum?"

Mu Han shook his head, "I came here to find something, I just felt like it would be there." ”

"Oh. Demon Moon secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll go there in a few days." ”

Mu Han looked at her and thought to himself, "If she wakes up, will she remember herself?"

chatting with her, unconsciously, nearly an hour passed. Suddenly, there was a sound in his ears, and Mu Han glanced at the demon moon and disappeared.

"Muhan, why are you asleep here. Biluo put on a cloak for him.

Mu Han looked at her and felt a slight warmth in his heart, "Maybe I'm too tired, I fell asleep when I looked at Mingyue." He simply gave a reason, and did not tell her what happened in the dream.

"Let's go back to the house first. Biluo instructed.

The Imperial Palace in the north of the city of the capital of the morning mist

In a boudoir of the Xiang Pavilion, Demon Moon was lying on the couch, recalling the things in the dream with her eyes open, "It's real, it seems that you have to go to Dusk Spirit Lake as soon as possible." I don't know how many days he will stay there, and I will have to ask him in my dreams tomorrow. ”