When Ye Shuang woke up from a coma, his eyes were still dark.

He thought that he was still in a coma, and he was dreaming at the moment, when Yang Kang's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Shuang'er, you have finally woken up." ”

Ye Shuang blinked twice in the darkness and said, "Ah Kang, is this a dream?" Where are you? I can not see you. ”

I only heard Yang Kang say: "This is not a dream. ”

The next moment, Ye Shuang had already been embraced into Yang Kang's arms.

Ye Shuang also hugged him tightly and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, you must be frightened, right?" It's all to blame on the white-bearded old man, who let people work early in the morning without giving them food, and I must have been fainted by his hunger. ”

Yang Kang let go of him and said in a low voice, "Open your mouth." ”

Ye Shuang obediently opened her mouth, and a soft pastry filled her mouth.

"Well, that's a good time." Ye Shuang said indistinctly: "You are from Larrylon?" ”

Yang Kang said: "Stealing from the palace." ”

Ye Shuang swallowed the pastry and almost choked, Yang Kang kissed it straight and took a mouthful of water.

Ye Shuang felt a lot better, and his eyes gradually adapted to the dark environment, and he could roughly see Yang Kang's outline.

He looked around, but couldn't see anything, so he asked, "Akon, where are we now?" ”

Yang Kang said: "The underground palace." ”

Ye Shuang was surprised: "The palace is so big, how did you find here?" ”

Yang Kang smiled in the dark and said, "Since I plan to bring you here to heal, of course I have to ask that divine doctor about the specific location of the Clear Palace." ”

Ye Shuang nodded and said, "I'm curious about the true identity of that divine doctor now. ”

"Curious what he does." Yang Kang said: "Do you want to eat another piece of pastry?" ”

Ye Shuang said: "Yes!" ”

Yang Kang fed him another piece, and then took another sip of water.

Ye Shuang said: "Ah Kang, have you found that cold jade bed?" ”

"Found it." Yang Kang said: "I just used your exercises to heal your injuries on that cold jade bed, and the effect was amazing. It's just that the cold jade bed is too cold, and you are unconscious, I was afraid that you couldn't stand it, so I carried you down. How do you feel now? ”

Ye Shuang said: "The dantian seems to be lying in a ball of true qi, and I feel that my body is warm and very comfortable." ”

Yang Kang said: "That's good." From now on, I will heal your wounds on that cold jade bed every day, and I think that in less than three months, your body will be restored to the same as before. ”

"Great!" Ye Shuang suddenly felt distressed again: "But you are going to suffer." ”

Yang Kang hugged him and said softly: "I am your husband, and I am willing to do anything for you." ”

Ye Shuang lay in his arms and complained: "It's so dark here, I can't even see your face clearly." ”

Yang Kang said: "Since this is an underground palace, there must be candles. You wait here, I'll look for it. ”

Ye Shuang said: "Okay, you be careful." ”

Yang Kang answered.

Ye Shuang couldn't see him, and could only hear the sound of rummaging for things from time to time in the darkness.

Before long, I heard Yang Kangxi say: "Found it!" ”

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of hitting stones, thinking that Yang Kang was using flint to make fire.

After a few moments, the dark dungeon was finally shrouded in a dim light.

Ye Shuang stood up and looked at the appearance of this underground palace by the light.

The dungeon is very empty, and the furnishings are very simple.

A carved fine wood chaise longue is the place where Ye Shuang rests.

A fringed cold jade bed, on which the cold smoke flows, should be a divine object to help him heal.

An iron pear elephant pattern warped head case, on which a lot of books and utensils are mixed, and there are a few purple lacquer painted gold landscape pattern begonia-style incense tables.

There was another mirror stand, but there was no mirror on it.

Yang Kang was standing in front of the mirror platform at this moment, fiddling with the two candles on the mirror platform to make them burn more vigorously.

Ye Shuang walked up to him, brushed the dust on the mirror table with his hand, and said, "It seems that no one has been here for hundreds of years. ”

Yang Kang said with a smile: "It has been less than two hundred years since the founding of Western Xia, and although it is an exaggeration to say a few hundred years, it is true that no one has been here for a long time. ”

"It's better that we're hiding here so that no one finds out." Ye Shuang couldn't help but be curious: "I don't know who the owner of this dungeon is." ”

"There is a mirror platform here, which means that the owner of this underground palace is a woman; A woman with enough power to build an underground palace in the palace should be the emperor's concubine, and she is a favorite concubine; Coupled with the cold jade bed, in summary, it should be a favorite concubine of the emperor with very high martial arts. Yang Kang pointed to the wall in front of him and said, "It should be her." ”

When he looked at Yang Kang's fingers, he saw a portrait of a woman hanging on the wall above the mirror platform, but he didn't notice it.

Ye Shuang looked closely, and saw that the woman in the painting was black-haired and white-dressed, like a shocking and glamorous, but it was full of enchanting charm, like the legendary stunning fox fairy.

On the side of the portrait, two lines of words were inscribed in wild grass: Autumn night to invite the bright moon, and the water fish play Zhuang Zhou Butterfly.

There is no cliff in the payment.

Ye Shuang stared at it for a long time before she said: "The beauty is very beautiful, and the wild grass can still be seen, but these two poems don't make sense, and they don't even have anything to do with the beauty next to them." ”

Yang Kang said: "Naturally, it is related, otherwise this Wuya man will not draw snakes." ”

Ye Shuang read it a few more times, and said uncertainly: "Could it be ...... Is this a hidden-head poem? ”

Yang Kang rubbed his head and said with a smile: "Shuang'er is really smart, I think the word 'autumn water' is the name of this beauty." ”

Ye Shuang said: "How can you be so sure? ”

Yang Kang said: "I'm just guessing, I can't be sure." The inscription mentions Zhuang Zhou, and there is no cliff in the inscription, so I guess it is probably taken from the sentence "I have a cliff in my life, and there is no cliff in my knowledge" in "Zhuangzi and Health Master", and the name of this beauty should be taken from "Zhuangzi Qiushui". ”

Ye Shuang nodded and said, "It makes sense." Akan, you're so smart. ”

Yang Kang smiled slightly, and led him to find a place to sit, but there was dust everywhere, and there was really nowhere to sit.

Ye Shuang said: "If we want to settle down here, it seems that we have to clean up first." ”

Yang Kang said thoughtfully: "You wait here, I'll go outside and get some tools." ”

Ye Shuang nodded and said yes, and Yang Kang walked out of the dungeon.

Ye Shuang was bored in the underground palace alone, and saw that there were many books and utensils on the iron pear elephant pattern warped head case, which were messy, so he went over to tidy it up.

The books were all moldy, and Ye Shuang picked them up one by one, covered his mouth and nose, and shook off the ashes on them.

After shaking the ashes clean, Ye Shuang looked at the past one by one, mostly famous works such as "Zhuangzi", "Yellow Emperor's Neijing", "Jin Kui Yaolu" and other famous works, all of which were dilapidated, and seemed to have been read in the past. Among them, there is one book that is so unusual that it can almost be regarded as new if you ignore its musty smell. On the cover of this book, only the word "autumn water" is written.

Ye Shuang thought it was "Autumn Water" written by Zhuangzi, but when she opened it, it was not the case.

On the title page, the author wrote a passage in beautiful hairpins:

Li's Qiushui, when he was a child, was taught by the Xiaoyao faction. The talent is transcendent, the teacher is very important, and the only one is small.

Mourning the heavens, not sympathetic, wrong love, tossing and turning for half a life, alone, and a body of martial arts.

It is a pity that in his lifetime, he has not met a good disciple, and he cannot pass it on.

So this book, the book is a lifelong study, in order to pass on the name of Li's autumn water.

Ye Shuang turned his head to look at the portrait on the wall and said, "It turns out that your name is really Qiushui, Li Qiushui." ”