"There is a torii Dan cave, whose name is Phoenix. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Nalan Qi silently recited this line of poetry in her heart, and after the initial surprise, her mind gradually cleared. It's ridiculous to say that he got the opportunity to live a new life, but he was more careful than in his previous life, and perhaps Mr. Na Ziyan was a poem for the picture scroll he composed, not a meaning. After all, if you don't experience such a shocking thing as Nirvana rebirth, you will never believe it.

"Miss, it's almost there, I see the Huangfu Protector Stone." Qiu Ju, who had been half-holding the sedan curtain, couldn't help but snort softly.

"Protector Monolith?" Nalan Qi half-hung his head and hooked the corners of his mouth, and his expression was cloudy.

Fifty-four years after pouring ink, not long after the rebellion recorded in the history books as the Xuanyuan Rebellion was pacified, the saint was furious about a few scratches on his dragon chair that were rubbed by the rebels. At that time, Huang Shangshu had not yet worshiped a product, only because of the work of quelling the chaos was promoted to Dali Temple, and I don't know where he got the news, saying that there is a Penglai Immortal Island in the east of Taihang Mountain, and the island is full of rare treasures. What's even rarer is that there is also a jade mountain on the island, although it is jade, it is milky white and flawless.

But there is a fly in the ointment, the news also claims that if you want to think of Penglai Xiandao, you will not only face the pain of sleeping in the open air, the fatigue of boating and driving, but also need to climb over the heavy mountains and mountains, the Taihang Mountain with hundreds of steps and nine folds, and cross the turbulent Penglai Lake. The ruggedness and danger of the road are self-evident. Therefore, Huang Shangshu, who was the secretary of Dali Temple at that time, said the news above the court, and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were silent. Although promotion and wealth are everyone's dreams, it is difficult to make a decision to gamble on an illusory news with one's life.

But not everyone is afraid of death, Huang Shangshu stood up at that time, and he said something, which is still talked about by literati and scholars.

"The minister is a criminal minister, the most humble to the ugly, too promoted, and the favor is rich. Today, in addition to the troubles, the national strength is withering, the holy dragon chair is slightly flawed, and the minister is fortunate to explore the information of Xiandao, and he will be born as a head, and die as a grass to repay the emperor's kindness. Wangsheng allocates 1,000 elite soldiers and 3,000 laborers, and the ministers will set off on the same day. ”

"Good! Good! Good! If it is really as Aiqing said, there is that white jade mountain, and the widow will reward Aiqing with a piece. "The saint is long, and he said three good words in a row.

After that, the journey will not be known to the world.

Three months later, Huang Shangshu returned to the national capital by water, and the three ships were full of treasures, the most eye-catching was the jade mountain at the head, which was round and jade, and the brilliance was shining. Although the number of people who came back alive was less than one-twelfth of the time when they set out, no one cared, and the people of the city cheered and celebrated the three ships of treasures.

When the saint ordered the craftsman to build the dragon chair with Baiyu Mountain, he took a piece of leftover material and carved the four characters of the boulder to protect the country and gave it to the Huang Mansion.

"The brother of the slave maid next door was about to marry the slave maid's sister, but he was recruited into labor that time and never came back. The whole city was laughing that day, and we couldn't cry. ”

Qiu Ju suddenly lowered her voice and muttered, and her hand holding the sedan curtain tightened. Nalan Qi turned his head to look out of the sedan car, and the dense rain was sticky again, which made people very upset.

"Is Miss Nalan in the sedan chair?"

The mother-in-law's hearty voice suddenly sounded outside the sedan chair, although she tried to suppress her emotions as much as possible, but revealed a little impatience.