Indoors, a purple gold python robe looms in the curling smoke, the man is lying on the desk looking through the letters, the furnishings in the house are extremely luxurious, the furniture in the room is made of Xianlaizhou hundred-year-old golden silk nanmu, and the utensils used are either gold or jade. A purple gold incense burner is placed in each of the four corners of the room, and the incense burned in the furnace makes this lazy afternoon particularly refreshing.

A light rain fell outside the window, reflecting the smoke rising in the house, like a mirage, making people feel like they were immersed in a fairyland.

The man picked up a letter sealed in fine silk from the mountain of letters on the desk, which had been sent by his book friends, and he fixed his eyes on the embroidered pattern on the fine silk, slightly dazed, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently pulled out a smile.

This person is less than thirty years old, looking at his appearance, he is thin, and he is wearing a silk and purple robe embroidered with golden python patterns. The face is like the Mid-Autumn Moon, the color is like a spring flower, and a pair of dark eyes exude a light like a spring breeze.

The jet-black mantle was neatly combed on the top of the head, and a white jade crown was placed on the top of the head.

He brushed the strands of hair on his forehead that had fallen from his bow, and then continued to look through the letter.

Looking at the world, the person who can wear this purple and gold python robe, this emperor is the only prince of the emperor in the country except ——for him.

King Ning: Long Ming, when the emperor is today: Long Xi, brother.

Although Long Ming is a prince, he has no intention of government affairs, and he never leaves the house on weekdays, locking himself alone in the Ningxin Pavilion in the mansion and writing books.

According to legend, his private collection of rare books is not inferior to the Emperor's Lincheng Library.

Long Ming can be called a genius of today's world, and Lu Lang, who traveled around the islands of the East China Sea to find immortals, is as famous as "the emperor's landing".

At the age of three, he read the books in the library at the age of eight, translated ancient books at the age of twelve, wrote his first book at the age of sixteen, and traveled around the thirty-six Buddhist countries in the Western Regions at the age of twenty to find scriptures.

Now, he has written "The Dream of Fanhua" according to the traceability in the Buddhist scriptures, which is popular all over the world and is sought after by young men and women.

"Hey, His Royal Highness King Ning!" suddenly heard a woman playing softly outside the door.

There was silence in the Ningxin Pavilion, and for a long time, this attic seemed to be silent as if no one was there.

The woman outside the attic was no longer silent, and stood in place with her hands in fists and bowing.

Time seems to flow, the small building seems to be stagnant, the spring rain is dripping and dripping, and the woman standing in front of the stone steps is like a paper-cut person in a shadow puppet play, without the control of the rope, frozen there.

A pair of slender and white hands gently closed the letter sealed with fine silk, and the index finger unconsciously rubbed twice on the fine silk, flicked his sleeves, got up and walked towards the door.

"Wuxin, what's going on!" I saw a fair-skinned and slender purple-clothed figure standing in front of the corridor on the second floor of Ning Xin Pavilion, he put one hand on the white jade carved dragon guardrail, staring down.

"His Royal Highness King Yuning, the emperor sent someone to invite His Royal Highness to Lingyun Palace, there is something important to discuss!" The heartless girl did not raise her head, bowed her head and saluted, and the crimson shirt with big sleeves on her body was already soaked.

The man stared at a begonia tree in the distance, and stretched out his right palm to catch the raindrops that were "ticking" down the eaves.

The raindrops gradually converged in the palm, and the pair of white and slender hands turned their palms leisurely, and a few trickles slipped down the palm lines on the palms.

"Prepare the car!" Long Ming flicked his purple sleeves, clenched his fists lightly, turned around with his right hand and walked towards the house.

"No!" the heartless girl left behind in the air took three steps back with her fists clenched, turned around and walked towards the place she came from.

The heartless girl walked straight up the stone bridge along the granite-paved stone path, she had no view of the garden at all, and turned around at the end of the stone bridge, and her figure disappeared behind a rockery.

A few circles appeared next to a cluster of stone orchids in the distance, and a crimson figure could be faintly seen reflected in the lake, and it was vaguely gone.

In the distance, there are two lines of figures standing under the white jade carved archway, and the plaque on the archway is carved with several big characters - Ningxin Pavilion.

Two lines of figures stand on both sides of the archway, holding the purple brocade python canopy, holding the tray and waiting in place, seeing the heartless girl walk out of the garden, standing straight one by one, waiting for her to walk out of the archway.

After the heartless girl walked out of the white jade carved archway, two green-clothed girls standing in front hurriedly greeted her, one holding a silk umbrella to protect it from the rain, and the other took a cashmere square handkerchief from a tray to wipe the rain on her body.

"Qingfeng prepares the car, Your Highness is going today!" The heartless girl commanded with a blank face and a serious gaze. She raised her hands slightly, allowing a handmaiden to lean over and wipe them.

In the twenty-first year of the Dragon Yuan, King Ning ordered people to build a new garden in the palace, which took two years, and was named: Ning Xin Pavilion.

After the garden was completed, King Ning moved into the Ningxin Pavilion, and lived here every day, and then set up a rule, only one person in the Ningxin Pavilion was allowed to enter and exit, and others stepped into the Ningxin Pavilion for half a step - chop!

Since then, the white jade carved archway outside the Ningxin Pavilion has become a boundary, regardless of the wind and rain day and night someone serves here, if the people in the pavilion have instructions will ring the bell, the bell rings the heartless girl will go to the garden alone.

Long Ming paced back and forth in the room, and when he came to the purple gold incense burner, he stopped and stuffed the letter sealed with fine silk in his hand into the furnace through the hollow on the purple gold incense burner.

Suddenly, a pungent smell of burning came out, and the firelight reflected on Long Ming's face through the hollow lines, illuminating the fair face a little pale.

Long Ming brushed his sleeves to cover his mouth and nose, coughed lightly, watched the letters in the furnace burn out, turned around and opened the door and walked out of the door.

Long.

A purple-robed figure walked out of Ningxin Pavilion with a paper silk umbrella.

From a distance, the man's face was handsome, slightly tired, with a black silk supplanted on his chest, a trace of an imperceptible smile on his face, a pair of black eyes shining with soft light, and the aura he exuded made people feel as comfortable as a spring breeze.

Waiting for Long Ming to walk out of the archway, the heartless girl stepped forward to take the silk umbrella in the man's hand, and the maid on the side held up the canopy and followed him towards the carriage.

It was a five-horse carriage, ten feet high, carved with two python patterns on the golden top, the driving body was made of rosewood wood, a pillar was erected on each side, the pillar was carved with a python pattern, the driving body was surrounded by a purple bead curtain, the rim was wrapped with gold, even the horse cover was made of gold thread, and the five black horses were tamed as if they were spiritual, motionless.

The heartless girl helped the man in the purple gold python robe to the carriage, and she also stepped on the stool and entered the carriage.

"Let's go!" a crisp female voice came from inside the car.

Hearing this, the horse officer raised the whip in his hand and threw it in the air, and a "pop" sound sounded in the air.

At this time, the chariot was driving smoothly towards the front, and the two lines of maids behind the chariot were neatly following the car and trotting.

Not from time to time.

In the emperor's landing city, a five-horse carriage hurriedly drove on the avenue of Tongtian.

Pedestrians saw this battle and knelt down to the side to avoid it, and those who didn't have time to kneel and salute fell to the ground on the spot, not even daring to raise their heads.

"Breeze!" Long Ming called softly in the carriage.

Among the maids accompanying the carriage, a green-clothed girl in the lead hurriedly quickened her pace and ran towards the side of the carriage.

"His Royal Highness King Ning!" replied a woman named Qingfeng, bowing as she walked briskly.

"Alms!" Long Ming commanded softly in the carriage.

He has studied Buddhism since he was a child, and every time he travels, he will inevitably scatter some money and make good connections.

"No!" Qingfeng bowed and turned to walk towards the two lines of maids who accompanied him.

The heartless girl is well versed in King Ning's thoughts, and every time she travels, she will inevitably order someone to prepare some money for King Ning's charity.

"His Royal Highness King Ning has arrived here today, for the sake of good karma, to give to the people!" Qingfeng shouted, his voice as crisp as a silver bell, and then instructed the maids to throw the money on the tray towards the prostring pedestrians.

"His Royal Highness King Ning has given alms!" someone shouted at the top of his voice, and then the crowd of kneeling began to move, scrambling to pick up the silver coins that had fallen to the ground.

"Thank you, thank you...... His Royal Highness King Ning ......" The crowd began to be noisy and scramble.

"This is mine. ”

"You kid, I saw these two silver coins first!"

"You fuck off...... Don't rob me!"

The crowd began to noisily and scramble. Not far from the carriage, several vendors scuffled together over a few silver coins.

One of the young men pushed an old man to the ground, and the old man's son on the side, seeing this, pulled out a kitchen knife from under the soybean flour stall he was pushing and rushed towards the young man.

Several middle-aged people dressed similarly to the young man also gathered around, all wearing coarse cloth robes, with sinister eyebrows and rat eyes, and strong limbs.

"Escort!" the maid Qingfeng shouted, her eyes narrowed, and she shot a sharp edge, and jumped towards the group of people on her tiptoes.

More than a dozen girls flickered, surrounded the carriage, and looked around vigilantly one by one.

The sound of "whoosh" breaking the air, a gust of cold wind swept by, and people couldn't help but tremble.

Hearing only a mournful roar, a short sword flew out of Qingfeng's sleeve, she held the sword in one hand, the whole figure was like a shock, the sword pierced the air, and with a metal exchange of "ding", a sword knocked the kitchen knife in the man's hand out.

With a palm of his left hand, Qingfeng slapped the few people who surrounded him and flew out, and the short sword in his right hand stabbed at the neck of the person who had just held the knife.

A series of actions, just in an instant.

"Wait!" a slender palm gently lifted the curtain, and a purple figure poked out.

It was a handsome and fair face, with a kind face, Long Ming frowned slightly, displeased: "Qingfeng, Hugh is rude!"

"No!" Qingfeng flicked his wrist, and just as the murderous aura appeared, the sharp stab of the sword stopped, two inches away from the man's neck.

With a slap of "snap", the old man trembled and walked to the young man, a pair of wrinkled hands, pulled the young man to kneel on the ground and began to kowtow, and muttered in his mouth: "Your Majesty King Ning spares your life, Your Majesty King Ning spares your life......"

The two knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, pleading. Seeing this, the passers-by scattered one after another.

"What a sword!" In the private room by the window on the second floor of the restaurant in the distance, a black shadow held his cheeks, looking at the woman who had just stabbed the sword with interest, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

The black-robed old ghost picked up a glass of wine on the table, raised his hand slightly to drink the wine, and then probed into his arms, slapped the table with a muffled "pop", tapped the floor with his toes, and the whole person flew out of the window like a ghost, leaving two gold witch moon coins on the table.

I felt a dark afterimage flash in front of me, and Qingfeng stared at the scene in front of him in astonishment, but his body was pressed by an inexplicable aura and couldn't move.

Who? Qingfeng was shocked.

A dark shadow brushed her cheek, and her right hand suddenly became weak, but she didn't know that the short sword in her hand had already been snatched away.

Could it be that this person is a ghost?

The black shadow held a sword in one hand and slashed towards the carriage, and the shadowy figures around the carriage flickered, and the four sword qi tore through the surrounding air, splitting the carriage in half in an instant.

"Hahaha...... A glass of wine among the flowers, killing people in the city!hahaha......" There was a sound of metal landing, but the black shadow disappeared, leaving only a short sword stuck in the ground, leaving a leisurely laugh in the air.

Goodbye carriage, the purple-robed man was protected by a scarlet robe, and it was the heartless girl who held the sword in both hands, blocking the blow just now.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, and although the heartless girl had just blocked the blow of the black shadow, she was also caught off guard, and she was injured by the sword qi in a hurry.

"Heartless!" Long Ming's face under him turned pale, obviously shocked by the scene in front of him just now.

"His Royal Highness King Ning, the slaves and maids are fine. The heartless girl flipped her hand, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, and put the short sword into her sleeve with a sword in her backhand.

"Heartless girl! The man was nowhere to be found. In the distance, panting came two maids, eager to report.

"Notify the Heavenly Army Mansion and search for this person in the whole city!" The heartless girl was a little short of breath, frowning, vaguely worried.

The maid Qingfeng leaned over and pulled out the short sword stuck in the ground, clasped her backhand under her armpit, and walked in the direction of the carriage.

"His Royal Highness King Ning, the slave and maid are incompetent, please surrender your majesty!" Qingfeng knelt on the ground, holding the short sword in his hand and raising it high.

"It's okay, that demon is like a ghost, this king knows that you have done your best, and the rest will be left to the Heavenly Army Mansion!" Long Ming waved his sleeves and ordered someone to help Qingfeng up.

"His Royal Highness King Ning, are you still going to Lingyun Palace?" the heartless girl asked worriedly.

"Go!" Long Ming's eyes lit up, and he looked towards the ethereal palace in the distance.