The Mirror Pavilion was far away from the Imperial Palace, on the outskirts of Starry Night City, and Ye Liyou rode in a carriage, and the carriage passed through the downtown area, and it took about an hour before I faintly saw a corner of the pavilion. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, when the coachman was still a long way from the Mirror Pavilion, he let go of Ye Liyou. The reason is that in the place of the national teacher, no one dares to step into it rashly.

Even Tian Aoyi, the monarch of the Starry Night Country, had never entered.

Jingxuan Pavilion, from beginning to end, there is only one national teacher.

Ye Liyou didn't embarrass the coachman, and let him leave first after paying the payment. When the coachman left, his eyes were still a little suspicious, as if he couldn't figure out why a woman would come to Jingxuan Pavilion rashly, but in the end he left without saying anything, he was just a carriage driver, it was better not to meddle in things.

From a distance, only one corner of the Mirror Xuan Pavilion can be seen, and the outline is not clear. When he slowly approached, the whole picture of the Mirror Xuan Pavilion slowly unfolded in front of Ye Liyou.

The Mirror Pavilion exudes an ancient atmosphere, and there is a faint mist on the roof, which is reluctant to disperse. The Mirror Pavilion looked particularly mysterious against the backdrop of the mist.

The cornices and the green tiles on the roof shimmered with broken light. The eaves and green tiles, the painted paintings of the pillars, the glazed beasts on the ridge, the teeth and claws, the extremely beautiful picture scroll composed of pavilions and pavilions are cut alive.

The more she walked in, the more depressed she felt, and at the same time, she felt that something seemed to be calling her in the Mirror Pavilion.

The breath was very faint, but very clear.

The black sandalwood door has been precipitated by time, exuding a light fragrance, and the door is tightly closed, leaving no gaps.

The lock ring on the door was made of fine jade, and it flowed with a lustrous light.

Ye Liyou stopped, thought for a while, and was about to reach out and knock on the door, but his hand reached halfway down the road, and the door suddenly opened.

The carpet in the house was spread all the way to the door, the shadows of the trees moved slowly on the carpet, and the fine sandalwood burned in the Xuan furnace opposite, rising into the air, and then slowly dissipating.

The walls in the Mirror Pavilion are white, and some silver patterns can be faintly seen on the shallow white walls, and the two bookshelves standing are also made of sandalwood, and there is a guqin on the long table next to the bookshelf.

Lan Yichen was still dressed in white today, and he stood with his hands in front of the sandalwood incense.

It was as if he was completely unaware of the arrival of the night.

Yeli stepped on the white carpet, approached slowly, and stopped three paces away from him.

He was silent, and neither was she.

The air in the room was warm, and the faint scent of sandalwood filled the surroundings of the body, smelling the sandalwood, and the originally tense nerves of Ye Liyou slowly relaxed.

Her whole body and mind seemed to rise into the air with the wisp of sandalwood, and slowly, she saw her previous life, how she died and how she was reborn......

"You're here." Lan Yichen turned around and woke Ye Liyou from his dreams in his past and present lives.

She looked at the man in front of her, slightly stunned.

Lan Yichen has an extremely moving aura, that kind of aura, she has never seen in others. It seems that the beauty and spaciousness between heaven and earth converge on him at the same time, like the clear moonlight under the quiet flowing water, like the ice and snow on the top of the snow-capped mountain, like the breeze stretching in the high sky and clouds, and like the first blooming flower in the faint song of early spring.

"Hmm." Ye Liyu came back to his senses and answered softly.

Lan Yichen took a step closer to her, her figure was like a phantom, her white clothes were floating, her eyebrows were picturesque, and her silver hair was windless.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?"

"I don't know." Yeli muttered to himself, both answering him and telling himself.

Lan Yichen suddenly smiled, his silver eyes were closed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little abrupt and a little cold: "Yes, you don't know." ”

His chest shook with laughter, and his white clothes withered in an instant, as if he had lost his brilliance in an instant.

Ye Liyou's heart was shocked, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

She didn't know why he was so emotional all of a sudden, and even though he was laughing, it was worse than crying.

After Lan Yichen laughed for a while, his face returned to his former calmness.

He knew that everything was not the fault of Ye Liyou, it was just fate.

Fate asked him to wait for her, and he waited for so many years, so much so that he had seen the rise and fall of generation after generation, and he was still waiting.

He didn't know what he was waiting for her for, what he was going to do, he just remembered to wait until this person.

He can calculate everyone's lives, but he can't calculate his own, only calculated, he needs to wait for her.

But how can a thousand years of loneliness be calculated with the word "wait"?

He laughs at time, at fate, and at himself.

"I know where you're from, and I haven't been to the place you've come from, but I still know it." Lan Yichen said suddenly.

"What?"

Yeli was horrified, staring at his face vigilantly, not letting go of a trace of fluctuations and emotions on his face, trying to find clues from his face.

"You don't have to be nervous, you belong here, and I won't tell anyone else about it."

"Then why are you telling me this?"

"You're too weak." Lan Yichen glanced at her and said lightly.

"I'll get stronger!" The night is long, and his eyes are stubborn.

"It's too slow."

Lan Yichen answered lightly, not sarcastically, but just stating a fact.

This sentence is indeed to the point, Ye Liyou can't refute it, she can become strong, but it's too slow, she is afraid that the Ye family can't wait, and she is afraid that the other forces that have been staring at the Ye family can't wait.

"Would you like to worship me as a teacher?"

"Huh?" Ye Liyu was a little suspicious of his ears.

"With me as a teacher, you can become strong and protect the people you want to protect." Lan Yichen's words made Ye Liyou have to believe that the sentence she heard just now, "You are willing to worship me as a teacher" is not an illusion.

"Why?" Ye Liyu asked.

"You want to be strong, don't you?" Because she wanted to be strong, he granted her wishes.

Although he didn't know what to do in the fatalistic entanglement with her, he was not averse to helping her, and even a little willingly.

"Yes! I want to be strong! Ye Liyou's eyes were firm, and his tone replied affirmatively.

"Then worship me as a teacher." Lan Yichen looked at Ye Liyou's firm and stubborn eyes, and there was a slight smile in his eyes.

"Okay." Ye Liyou lowered his head and thought for a while, then agreed. There is no harm in worshipping Lan Yichen as a teacher, and as a national teacher of a country, his strength as the dean of the Phantom Night Academy must be undoubted.

After finishing speaking, Ye Liyou was ready to bend his knees to bow to the teacher, one day as a teacher, and a lifetime as a father, and it was no big problem to kneel to him.

Just as she was about to kneel, Lan Yichen reached out and clasped her wrist, stopping her from kneeling.

Then he stretched out his finger and pointed to the coffee table next to the bookshelf, and asked her to bring the tea to him and drink it, which was considered an apprenticeship.

After leaving the tea at night, she stood quietly aside, looking at her new master holding the fragrant tea, and was stunned for a while.