After the two descended the mountain, Wu Suomu led Wu Yan back to the palace, and led her through the courtyard walls to a spacious and tall palace, and at the entrance of the palace hung a plaque with the word Qianqing written on it.

"Qianqing Palace?" Wu Yan didn't expect Wu Jiang to use such a name for the residence he prepared, you know, in the Ming Dynasty, Qianqing Palace was the emperor's bedroom. Wu Jiang really arranged his treatment at the same level as the emperor.

"Yes, Qianqing Palace. Wu Suomu stood beside Wu Yan, also looked up at the plaque, and said: "It is said that the ancestors of Wujiang said that in the Central Plains, only the emperor's bedroom is also called this name. I don't know if it's changed now. ”

"There has been no emperor in the Central Plains for a long time. Wu Yan stepped in.

"That's a shame. Wu Suomu didn't know why he said this.

"It's not a pity at all. Wu Yan deliberately retorted.

When Wu Suomu heard that the master suddenly disagreed with him, he didn't dare to disobey, so he nodded violently in agreement, and changed the topic: "In fact, in this palace, you are the only one who has a name for the palace that lives in it. This was specially arranged by the ancestors of Wujiang. He said that with your character, you will definitely not have three palaces and six courtyards like the emperor of the Central Plains, even if other palaces want to live in people, nine times out of ten, they will also live in some subordinate servants, so that everyone is your servant, they are all brothers and sisters of the same level, it doesn't matter whether they are high or low, so the other palaces are all of the same specification, and they do not have their own names. ”

"Hmm. Wu Yan was quite satisfied with this arrangement, but, it sounded a little weird, he wouldn't be like the emperor of the Central Plains? It's completely different, okay! She secretly shook her head and smiled bitterly, seeing that the appearance of this palace was completely different from the Qianqing Palace in the Forbidden City in the Central Plains, of course, it couldn't be exactly the same, due to the limitations of terrain and lack of manpower, it was impossible to really create the same as the original. However, the courtyard is also carefully designed by Wujiang, and there are a few rockeries like rockery, and there is a pool of clear water below the strange stones, but at this time the midwinter has frozen, and there is a bare black tree with bent branches on the water's edge.

"This tree?" Wu Yan looked a little strange, so he curiously took a few steps forward and got closer, only to be surprised to find that the tree was actually carved out of black mountain stone.

"The environment on our grassland is not suitable for the growth of trees, and the ancestors of Wujiang spent a lot of effort to bring a few trees to plant in this courtyard, but none of them survived. Later, he came up with an ingenious method and invited a skilled craftsman to find such a huge piece of Xuanheshan stone from a nearby mountain, and it took several years of hard work to carve it into this shape. Wu Suomu stood next to Wu Yan and explained to her. He looked at the sharp faults on the top of the stone tree to become smoother, and the black of the mountain stone itself seemed to have faded to a lighter color, and he couldn't help but see: "Legend has it that when this tree was first carved out, it was black and shiny, vigorous and powerful, and after more than 400 years, it has also weathered a lot." ”

"Not bad. Wu Yan glanced up and down the tree several times before turning and walking into the deep house. When she entered the house, she saw that the furnishings were also quite rich and luxurious: the house was not very large, and the beds, tables, and chairs in it were all carved from rosewood and fine mahogany, and there were several small cases by the window and against the wall, on which were placed exquisite jade and bronze objects, or carved or cast into exquisite small ornaments and small animals. On the wall, there are also a few paintings of Danqing, but the age is old, or perhaps it is the unfavorable custody of future generations, the brushstrokes on the Danqing have become blurred, and the original appearance can not be seen clearly, only a black mass remains.

Wu Suomu saw Wu Yan's gaze fall on these Danqing, and scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly: "These paintings of the Central Plains are also painted by the ancestors of Wujiang who asked people to go to the Central Plains and ask the most brilliant painters in the Central Plains to paint. However, none of us here know how to paint, let alone how to preserve it, and the ancestors of Wujiang have not explained how to save it. So, when we were cleaning, we found that the painting was getting more and more flowery, and I didn't know what to do, so that's it. Don't blame you, master. ”

Wu Yan shook his head slightly, he couldn't see the Danqing paintings that Wu Jiang had prepared for himself, especially the lotus picking picture, Wu Jiang had always known that his magic was to use the holy lotus as a totem, presumably the lotus picking picture should have some charm, otherwise he would never have caught his eyes and hung it in this room. However, it is a pity not to see the lotus picking picture, but it is not to blame. She walked between the two danqing, which were originally painted with most of the black ink and embellished with other red and green inks. After improper maintenance by later generations, these paintings have become a black mass at this time, and their original appearance has long been lost. But Wu Yan relied on his intuition to stand in front of one of the paintings, thinking that this was a picture of lotus picking. She tilted her head slightly, staring at this painting with a pair of clear eyes, her eyes seemed to have traveled through more than 400 years of time, and the river against time came to the time when the painting was just hung, and she clearly saw this lotus picking picture.

In the spacious lotus pond, there are a few clusters of emerging lotus flowers, flowers and canopy lotus leaves floating on the water, a young girl set up a boat, on the lake to draw a few sparkling water lines, she bent over, one hand to support the edge of the boat, the other hand out of the boat, about to pick a ripe lotus seed. Perhaps, the sky was still a little cloudy, and even a light rain was falling, so the woman had a lotus leaf on her head that had just been plucked from the water to protect herself from the rain.

"Sure enough, it's a good drawing. The corners of Wu Yan's mouth were raised. Turning his head to look around the room, he saw that although it had not been inhabited for many years, it was still cleaned to the dust, the wooden furniture was clearly wiped to reveal the original wooden texture, and the jade and bronze ware were also polished to shine. It's just—

Wu Yan frowned, and saw that the pear blossom wood bed was also too big, and called it a double bed that was too small, looking at this posture, even if it was lying down three or four people at the same time, it was more than enough.

Wu Suomu has been cautiously observing Wu Yan, every time Wu Yan sees a place, he follows her gaze, at this time, when he sees Wu Yan frowning and looking at the bed, he follows and sees the bed that is too spacious and too atmospheric.

"This ...... It was also designed by Wu Jiang himself?" Wu Yan pointed to the bed, thinking, Wu Jiang should not be so unreliable, but Wu Suomu's answer still disappointed her.

"Yes. Wu Suomu nodded firmly: "At the beginning, the ancestor of Wujiang said that you were looking for this feng shui treasure to live in seclusion with a son, so he was afraid that the two of you would not be able to sleep when they came, so he specially made such a big bed." You look at it, but it's still useful?"

Wu Yan was suddenly covered with black lines when he heard this, and he was useless: "I told him at the beginning that the person is gone, and I won't come." How could he still be so prepared. ”

"I don't know. Wu Suomu shook his head innocently.

"That's it. Wu Yan sighed lightly, after all, this is also Wu Jiang's intention. She glanced around the room again, and felt that there was no problem, so she said to Wu Suomu, "You go back and rest first." By the way, call the raccoon dog to meet me. With that, he walked back to the bed.

"Master, the fire in the charcoal pot is burned out, so I'll add some fire to it. Wu Suomu said as he walked towards the charcoal basin that was placed next to the bed.

"No need. So be it. Wu Yan had already gone to bed and sat down. With her cultivation, she naturally doesn't need a charcoal basin to keep out the cold.

"Yes, master. Wu Suomu respectfully withdrew.

A master of cultivation like Wu Yan, the spirit is far beyond the reach of people, and the fact that she didn't sleep last night had almost no effect on her, the reason why she kneeled cross-legged in bed and closed her eyes to run the magic power was actually to warm her body, and at the same time to restore the vitality that had not fully recovered since the first war in the imperial capital.

After all, there is not much time left for her, and she has to adjust her body to the best condition as soon as possible.