As soon as this thought arose, Yuanxiang's eyes became different when she looked at them, and she slowly stepped forward almost with the feeling of discovering a shocking conspiracy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info she stood in front of the table a little nervously, not knowing whether to open it or not.

Just as Yuanxiang tensed her little heart and trembled slightly to touch those scrolls, Lian Li, who was behind her, suddenly snorted, as if she was startled in a dream. Yuanxiang was startled, her hand retracted like lightning, and she looked nervously at the sleeping Lian Li.

After a while, the little emperor who didn't see the bed woke up, Yuan Xiang looked at the green smoke cocoon on the lotus lamp again, and found that it seemed to have become smaller than the first sight, but the smoke around the body of the Lian carp was more, and it looked like the smoke around the bed was lit with wormwood and other smoke, just like the ritual of praying for the evil spirits of the Lian carp.

Yuan Xiang was relieved to see that there was no abnormality, and turned her head to carefully touch the scrolls. One of the volumes has been dispersed, with some general scriptures written on it, and the other volume is calligraphy, and it seems that the dragon and the phoenix dance do not know what to write. She bit her lower lip and gently opened the last roll.

The long pages have been yellowed like the other two volumes, but they are relatively well preserved.

As the scroll opens, a flawless face like the autumn moon appears, depicting a young woman standing among a hundred flowers.

This woman is very beautiful, wearing a rather fresh goose yellow long brocade dress, embroidered with green silk threads on the fabric of lifelike disc lotus leaves, peach and pink white silk threads intertwined embroidered a blooming lotus flower, from the skirt to the chest, purple wide belt tightened the thin waist, showing the slender figure, but also gave people a sense of elegance and luxury, wearing a jade bracelet on the hand, a waterfall hair is simply tied behind the head, with several light green ribbons woven into a simple braid.

Her whole face is beautiful and moving, especially the eyes, clear and round, pure as water, with a faint sorrow under the flowering trees, quietly looking at the painter, like a spark that will break at any moment.

Yuan Xiang's heart tightened, and inexplicably remembered Lian Li's round eyes that seemed to be able to speak, she looked back at Lian Li, who was still sleeping, and the jade bracelet she was holding tightly in her hand was obviously half broken.

She looked back at the half-revealed scroll again, took a deep breath, unfolded it all, and slid her fingers down to fix her gaze on the last line of inscription.

In the twenty-sixth year of filial piety, Xu Heng made this painting in honor of the holy decree. Day forty-seven room, Xia's new lotus.

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Dawn was approaching, as if in the blink of an eye, the night was gently filtered, and one corner of the sky was still stained with indigo and pale white, but the other side was already bright, and the closest to the horizon was sprinkled with a large golden light, and perhaps in a little while, the orange-red morning sun would slowly climb up from behind the mountain.

The morning sun has not risen, the heat has not risen, the breeze is coming, Xu Heng, who is standing on a high place, stretches his hands, unconsciously tiptoes slightly, and closes his eyes extremely greedily and takes a deep breath of fresh air.

From the tip of his nose to his lungs, he was sucking in the freshness of this long absence, and it was a long time before he exhaled a long breath, raised his drooping eyelids tremblingly, and a relaxed smile appeared in his eyes. It had been many years since he had stood so calmly and easily,

"It's hard to wait for me. ”

Xu Heng said in a hoarse voice, not knowing whether he wanted to laugh or cry, the scars on his face writhed, extremely terrifying, but he looked at Shi Lan with a quiet look. The wooden tower was only three stories long, not very high, and he knew that Shi Lan could hear his voice.

Shi Lan was standing on the square at his feet, standing near the previous exit, quietly looking at Xu Heng on the top of the tower with an indifferent look, her expression remained unchanged, she looked at Xu Heng in a tone as if she was asking what to eat at noon and asked, "Why?"

Why?

Xu Heng dragged his crippled foot to the side of the wooden tower, a sneer crossed his eyes, the ugly scar covering his left eye trembled, shook his head and smiled, "Why? I thought you knew very well why I did this." ”

"The Queen Mother treats you well. Shi Lan followed and took two steps over, stood still, thought for a moment, and continued, "You can obviously live to death very peacefully. ”

"Comfort, death, hehehaha...... Do you think I'm still alive?"

Xu Heng suddenly let out an extremely ugly laugh, hoarse and tearing like sawing wood, he was a little emotional, pointed to his face, and patted his crippled leg hard, and then forcefully brushed away the gray hair that had been scattered on his shoulders, revealing the hideous scars on his face, and roared loudly:

"I'm dead! I've lived eight years like I'm dead! Do you still want me to live!"

Xu Heng's face was terrifying, the scar left by the severe burns crawled from his neck to his face and took up the entire face hideously, and the nose hole that was like being shaved off flesh exhaled a white mist gloomily, and he roared, like a monster crawling out of the ground, hunched over, looking at Shi Lan downstairs with a hateful eye.

Shi Lan frowned slightly, and still said indifferently: "This has nothing to do with me. ”

"Yes, it has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with your queen mother!"

As if he wanted to vent his grievances for many years, Xu Heng stood on the edge of the wooden tower, dragging his injured leg and pacing back and forth, chattering a little nervously: "You don't care if I live or die, you don't care, haha, you don't care, yes, only she cares about me, only she ......"

The extremely ugly laughter above her head made Shi Lan frown, but at this time she had to ask patiently: "Xu Heng, who has been in contact with you, and what do you know about that year?"

"I know a lot of things, a lot of things you know, and you don't know...... Xu Heng's nervous chatter suddenly stopped, twisted his head strangely, tilted his face to squeeze out a strange smile, his eyes flashed with strange light, stared at Shi Lan deadly, and slowly asked in a shrieked voice like an inducement: "You...... Want to know?"

"I don't want to do anything to you. ”

Shi Lan said this, and then just looked at him quietly, but there was a trace of impatience in her eyes. The look in her eyes did not fall to the ground at all, and Xu Heng saw it all in her eyes.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was even bigger, like a child who had stolen candy, trembling and grabbing the railing and leaning forward slightly, shaking, his gray hair scratching his cheeks messily against the wind, Xu Heng tilted his head and looked at Shi Lan with a low smile and mocked: "Are you coming to arrest me?"

As soon as the words fell, only a snap was heard, Shi Lan only felt the tightness of her feet, and when she looked down, two swarthy wide-faced iron hoops popped out from under the marble floor, tightly imprisoning her feet on the ground.

How could this thing bind her?

Shi Lan's impatience in her eyes was even stronger, and she glanced at Xu Heng with a faint mockery, and the breath in her body was about to rise, but she was pulled by a force under her feet, she lowered her head, and then she found that the iron hoop that tightly bound her ankle from the marble seam on the sole of her foot did not move at all, as if her strength was like a fluttering feather, and she couldn't shake the shackles on her feet at all.

Xu Heng looked at it very leisurely, smiled very freely, and said with a gloomy smile: "I didn't expect it, Shi Lan! What do you think I spent so much talk with you for......?

Xu Heng smiled effortlessly, trembling his hand and gently pressed the mechanism set in the railing, with an excited smile in his eyes, the marble floor centered on Shi Lan suddenly cracked, and the stone slabs within twenty meters around her body were raised to one side, revealing sharp arrows that had been buried in the ground for a long time, all facing Shi Lan, whose feet were locked by iron shackles.

Shi Lan's face did not change color, and he looked around, but found that the ground junction farther away also revealed an eerie coldness, and this kind of dark arrow was probably set up in a deeper and wider area around it.

Her brows furrowed slightly, a little irritable, she should have known that Xu Heng had other plans, she didn't realize it, and even followed him to the range of the trap.

Shi Lan looked at Xu Heng upstairs lightly and said, "You can't kill me." ”

"I've been annoyed by your expression for a long time, annoyed, annoyed!"

Xu Heng roared, his eyes red with anger, he paced back and forth impatiently, and said viciously, "Your expression...... This is the expression of your happiness, this is the expression of your killing, why can you still have this expression when you kill so many people! Why can you still live with this expression for so long after killing Xinhe!"

"I didn't want to kill her. ”

Shi Lan was unmoved, and looked at Xu Heng quietly, her expression was still calm, as if she had been by the Queen Mother's side for many years.