"You don't see the head of Qinghai, and no one collects the white bones in ancient times. The new ghost is annoyed and the old ghost is crying, and the sky is cloudy and rainy, and the wet voice is chirping. After listening to An Xiangfei's introduction, I couldn't help but read these few lines of Du Fu's poems, feeling quite desolate, but I felt a little weird and terrifying.

On the side, Mu Xiu told us with little interest, saying that he also knew a legend about Qinghai Lake, which was far more wonderful than the legend of An Xiangfei selling dog meat on the head of a sheep.

An Xiangfei was extremely unconvinced, and I urged Dao Shuxiu to speak quickly. Mu Xiu smiled and said: "It is said that more than 1,000 years ago, Tang Fan married, and Princess Wencheng married Songtsan Gampo, the king of Tubo. Before leaving, the king of Tang gave her the sun and moon treasure mirror that could reflect the scene of her hometown. On the way, the princess missed her hometown, so she took out the sun and moon treasure mirror, and sure enough, she saw her long-lost hometown Chang'an. She burst into tears. However, the princess suddenly remembered her mission, so she resolutely threw the Sun and Moon Treasure Mirror out of her hand, but she didn't expect that when the treasure mirror landed, it flashed a golden light and turned into Qinghai Lake. It is also said that it was the youngest son of the Dragon King of the East China Sea who attracted one hundred and eight lakes to form the vast West Sea, so he became the Dragon King of the West Sea. It is also said that Sun Wukong made trouble in the Heavenly Palace and was chased here by Erlang God, and Erlang God was very thirsty and found this divine lake. ”

After listening to the story of Mu Xiu, whether it is the legendary Moonlight Treasure Mirror or the Dragon King of the West Sea or the Erlang God, all of them have given this already mysterious Qinghai Lake a more mysterious color.

There was a breeze blowing on the mountain, and the humidity was quite heavy, so I couldn't help rubbing my arms with my hands, and Mushu suddenly turned away without saying a word, and after a while, he took a coat from the car and draped it over my body. I don't think it's because of our fate in our previous life, maybe it's just that we're the latest team to touch gold in this life, or maybe it's because I'm a woman. made the shoku have a trace of care for me,

Shaking the clothes on his body, the night at this time was already a little chilly, maybe this is the unique personality of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, day and night are completely different character characteristics. Just like Qinghai Lake, like a pure and beautiful woman during the day, a little powder but as beautiful as a fairy, and at night covered with a layer of black veil, slowly walking in the mist, it looks weird and cold.

Looking at the time, it was already more than ten o'clock in the night, and only a few sparks were left on the forehead ham on the ground, as if they were fighting against the author of this dark night. I yawned and looked around, out of the grass covered with a faint moonlight wheel, as if I couldn't see anything. Turning his head and taking a look, Qinghai Lake found that the clear fog seemed to have grown somewhere, and it had never moved. I couldn't see the lake in the distance, and the mist became thicker and thicker, so much so that I suddenly lost the beautiful effect of the day on Qinghai Lake. Because now this makes me feel a little inexplicably uneasy, and it makes the dark night of this grassland a little more strange for no reason.

Saying goodbye to Mu Xiu and An Xiangfei, I entered the tent with my stomach, the location of my tent is on a high ground, and when I open the window, it is facing Qinghai Lake. When I entered the tent to rest, I found that Mu Xiu and An Xiangfei had also stepped on the only little spark left, and then with An Xiangfei's voice, and occasionally Mu Xiu's response to a few words, soon the night outside was quiet.

Unable to resist the overwhelming sleepiness, I covered myself with a blanket and collapsed with my head covered. I forgot the night, and I forgot the good and bad that this night brought me.

The sound of a wind chime in the middle of the night is crisp and ethereal. I opened my eyes and leaned up, carefully identifying the direction of the voice. I don't think it will be An Xiangfei and Mu Xiu, they don't have this hobby Yaxing. Then there is only one explanation, that is, like the forehead in the movie, when the wind chimes ring at midnight, there are either ghosts or winds. I pinched my thigh to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

Through the air window, I saw at a glance that the bright moon had set west at this time, and the light emitted had dimmed. The black clouds around her were slowly approaching her, and I believe that in less than a moment, even the slightest hint of soft moonlight would disappear. If I hadn't known in advance that it was a lake, I would not have imagined that there was a huge lake under the white mist.

The night breeze was blowing, and I listened closely, and I could no longer find a strange sound. But I was also completely sleepy, looking at the white mist on the lake not far away, and my mind fell into a deep chaos. From time to time, the faces of Songtsen Gampo and Princess Wencheng in the sarcophagus appeared in front of me. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of bells in my ears, which suddenly woke me up inexplicably, and then I saw that the wind suddenly rose above the lake, and the white fog began to move rapidly, so that it seemed as if the white fog had suddenly lost its direction, and it kept spinning on the surface of the lake.

Just as I was amazed by the sudden change, something suddenly appeared in the white mist that sent chills down my spine. Suddenly a big red coffin appeared in the thick fog, just as in my dream, a beautiful woman in red on top of a big red coffin, singing in a muttering voice, poignant and sad. The dancing posture is enchanting and moving, and the smile is full of style. It's just that the big red coffin at my feet has the words "Nibora Ruler Princess" written on it, which surprised me.

According to legend, Songtsen Gampo's marriage to Princess Nibra Qizun only comes from some chapters of the Tibetan books that are full of fantasy and absurd novels (such as some chapters of the Zhujian History (Guanyin of Xizang) and the Legend of the King of Xizang). In fact, the status of the princess of Nibora is relatively low. Some foreign Tibetologists even wrote "The Wife of Songtsen Gampo", saying that Songtsen Gampo married Princess Nibra Qizun is fictional. But according to the current situation, Songtsen Gampo is married to Princess Nibhara Qizun, but the status of Princess Nibhara Qizun is lower than that of Princess Wenchen of the Tang Dynasty, so that she is not allowed to be buried with Songtsen Gampo after death. The poignant scene that led to this thousand years is vividly displayed on the surface of this Qinghai Lake.

When I turned my head to look, the white mist was gradually dissipating, but the woman in red standing on the big red coffin slowly drifted towards the depths of the lake with her dancing posture, and slowly sank into the water.

This novel is from the King of Books