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Stepping on the snow all the way, Fukuyu had already walked to the depths of the small bamboo forest behind the palace. The euphemistic Xiao sound, more clearly lingering and entangled in the wind, like a butterfly in love with a light flower, like a plum and snow, pouring out in silence, gentle and gentle, but sad and wireless.

Fuxiu was even more curious. This person's Xiao Sheng is almost comparable to the in the world, but the sad and soft parts seem to have a unique style.

However, on the other side of the wall, is the Weiyang Palace, which Fuxiu has never visited. Weiyang Palace, Fu Xiu has not been to the palace since he entered the palace. I have only heard that this Weiyang Palace is a forbidden place in the palace.

Fuxiu has loved gold and stone antiques since he was a child, and often travels to famous mountains and rivers, and has seen many things, which can be regarded as a daring artist.

At this time, curiosity was aroused, and he refused to let go. It is expected that there has always been no one in the Weiyang Palace, even if there are guards, it is also very loose, and it should not be difficult to retreat with the whole body.

She thought to herself, she had slowly climbed the wall of Weiyang Palace. Fukuxiu likes to climb famous mountains and rivers since he was a child, and Fukuxiu also has this climbing skill. After that, Fu Xiu had already landed lightly on the grass of Weiyang Palace.

Autumn and winter have come, the leaves of Weiyang Palace have long been withered, stepping on the feet, the sound of squirming softly, plus the bright moon hanging in the dark night sky. Come to think of it, it's not easy to hide your figure.

Fortunately, in the low voice, at this time, the man involuntarily sang and chanted, covering up her movements a lot.

The man's voice was light and upright, but it was deep and tangled, and he slowly sang the song "Autumn Hu Xing".

"The period of the morning and the beautiful woman, the day and the night are not coming. If you don't taste the food, stop the wine.

Sending a message to the birds, I can't tell the rest. Bow down to Lan Ying, and knot the laurel branch ......"

Along the palace wall, under the cover of the mountain rocks, Fuxiu got closer and closer to the voice, but his mind became more and more swaying, only with the sound of Xiao and Qingyin's mood flying.

Meet the Yiren in the early morning, from morning and evening to the present, seeing the sun bright and dark, until the moon is in the middle of the sky, but the Yiren are still faint. Only that person, dressed in green clothes Xiao Xiao, stopped cupping and throwing spoons, sighed for a long time, folded Lanying, knotted laurel branches, and wandered lonely in place. Waiting for the hope that is getting slimmer.....

Quietly moving forward, it is already a stone mountain with lakes and stones, planted with peaches and plums. It's a pity that in such a depressed season, only a large number of dead branches and leaves remain, swaying in the cold wind. It's at the foot of the peach and plum. A large area of green vine is planted, and it is hanging down like a curtain at the moment, and the colder it is, the more verdant it is. Stacks of small blue and white flowers, soaked in the pale moonlight, against the cold wind, weak and pitiful, but still tenaciously blooming, a small flower, a small cluster, in a very inconspicuous mountain and stone alone put their own bewitching beauty.

Fukuxiu glanced at the faint figure of the rocky mountain, and then along the stone wall at the edge of the rocky mountain, he bowed down, and climbed up lightly under the cover of the vine.

"If the beautiful woman is not there, what is the knot? Where do you start?

It's in the corner of the Great Teaching. Lingruo said, Yier Pearl.

Hope for it, step by step.

If the beauty doesn't come, why should he ......"

The chant of loss gradually subsided, like a long sigh of infinite melancholy.

Wealth and fame can be thrown, as long as the Yiren accompany me for a lifetime, the ends of the world, in this way, a lifetime is enough!

can open your arms, the world is in your arms, but you don't see the Yiren, even if you take the pearl of the sea, who can you give it to?

The willows on the moon, the independent atrium, the lovesickness is a disaster, and the moment is unbearable. Day after day, night after night, wandering, melancholy, sadness, helplessness.....

Fukuxiu had already climbed to the top of the stone mountain. Lying in the cold vine and loll towards the small pavilion on the top of the mountain, I saw a woman dressed in moonlight white with her hair scattered, sitting on the fox skin in the pavilion, holding a flawless jasper Xiao, blowing and looking at the man on the side. Her slightly concave black eyes, like Xiao Sheng, were as faint as a complaint.

The man was dressed in a pale cyan brocade robe, chanted the poem, took his hand, looked at the cold bright moon, and was silent for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking?

Fu Xiu looked at the person in Tsing Yi Xiao Xiao, the back was a little familiar, more and more curious, seeing that there was no one around, he stood up, wanting to see who this person was?

The woman who was blowing the flute didn't see any movement from the man for a long time, so she stopped Xiao, lowered her head, and stroked the tassel of Jasper Xiao Jinsi.

The man turned his head and sighed, "Yunlin, are you tired?" ”

The moonlight was surging, and the water poured down on the man's face, and the outline was already clear, and he was so shocked that Fuxiu almost slipped down from the mountain of rocks.

That person turned out to be the emperor's righteousness!

In detail, Fuxiu has seen the emperor countless times. In the past, every time the emperor came to visit Fuxiu in Gantang Palace, he was dressed in brocade, with fluttering belts, and his words were frustrated and powerful, even if he was smiling at the corner of his lips, he also had the majesty of the emperor since ancient times, which made people dare not face it. Who would have thought that he also had such a lingering and graceful moment, and Luo Tuo was helpless?