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Qiantang in ancient times, Hangzhou today. The prosperous scenery of the prosperous resort in Liu Qikou, it is difficult for people to see its rays of light today. But there is a gossip that circulated in this resort when it hit the Southern Song Dynasty. Those who have heard this gossip say that the love in that story is like the vanished Qiantang scene, which can only be imagined from afar, not named.

There is an obscure lake in Hangzhou called "Ling Lake", the waters of Ling Lake are not wider than the waters of West Lake, but the scenery of the lake shore is also worth appreciating. Although in terms of comprehensive strength, Linghu Lake can still be called among the lakes in Hangzhou, but its brilliance has been overshadowed by the number one famous lake - West Lake.

Linghu Lake is located in Qingzhiwu, and that gossip started from this obscure lake. Rumor has it that a talented woman in Qiantang in the Southern Song Dynasty was buried in Linghu. Later generations took pity on her knowledge and set up a small tomb for her in Qingzhiwu.

The gossip was passed down with twists and turns, leaving only a rough idea. The world only knows that this woman is the daughter of a large family surnamed Zhu in Qiantang in the Southern Song Dynasty, called "Zhu Shuzhen". His ancestors had held important positions in the imperial court and had a wealthy family since childhood. "Young and intelligent, well-versed in scripture and history, good at writing and painting, proficient in music and rhythm, and especially poetry." is talking about this talented woman who is comparable to Li Qing's photo.

It's a pity that Hongyan is always thin. Zhu Shuzhen disappeared when she was only in her forties, and there are still different opinions about the cause of her death.

[Chapter 1: The Jade Twins]

The white morning mist swept over the gentle slopes, poured into the golden locust forest, and slowly crept towards the lake.

The spiritual lake was in front of me, and I crossed my hands on my hips and breathed a long sigh of relief. I thought to myself, the words of the landlord and grandfather were indeed true.

A few days ago, I came to Qingzhiwu to play, and I happened to hear the owner mention that there is a lake called "Linghu" in Qingzhiwu, and the scenery is not inferior to the West Lake. And the talkative landlord told me a vague rumor. Eager to learn and always curious, I immediately decided to explore the mystery of Linghu.

Linghu Lake is a very low-key lake, has always been obscure, and few tourists come here for sightseeing. I set out at dawn, wearing a lonely morning star and a long light moon, and finally arrived at Linghu before sunrise.

Looking up at the sky dome where the glow of the sun is beginning to appear, looking around at the empty four fields, the vast earth, the morning mist is low and lingering, and the golden acacia and the lake are picturesque.

I put my feet on the sparsely leafed slope and walked towards the mist-shrouded lake.

Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak,

The mist was rippling on the surface of the lake, and I sat on the shore with my legs bent and leaned over to look at the bottom of the lake.

The calm water does not make waves, and the lake darkens to reflect a face, and strands of hair slide down the neck and swing on the sides of the face. You can't see the bottom of the deep lake.

I was immediately in the mood to get closer to the faces in the lake. I blinked, and she blinked; I smiled, and she smiled.

I pursed my lips and blew on her.

The golden ripples slowly rippled open, and the reflection shattered.

But in just a moment, the originally undulating lake surface suddenly became flat, like a bronze mirror.

A face gradually emerges from the bottom of the lake, as if brushing away layers of mist. I was stunned for a moment, and then I calmed down again, and it was my own eyebrows.

The person in the mirror smiled slightly, and my newly stabilized heart thumped, and I couldn't help but open my eyes wide. Her smile deepened.

I reflexively straightened my arms and moved a foot away from the lake. The person in the mirror is unmoved. I took a closer look at the face in the lake, and she had the same eyebrows and eyes as I was, but she wore a bun, a flower-shaped hair ornament, and a hairpin inserted horizontally.

Shocked, I asked with a trembling voice, "You...... Who are you? How in the lake? ”

She raised her eyebrows slightly, her lips opened slightly, and her voice was as ethereal as a mist through layers of water: "Me? I'm you. ”

"Huh?" I cried out, clutching my chest, not knowing how to react for a while. I didn't expect her to be able to answer.

Over the years, I have traveled to many places on my own and heard many bizarre stories. No matter how bizarre those stories may be, I just listen to them as anecdotes. I never thought I would experience it for myself one day.

But maybe it's just a hallucination that I'm having, and I console myself with this. Isn't there often such a number of sets in recent Korean dramas? The male protagonist has visual hallucinations or split personality because of psychological trauma, and then sees another virtual self talking to the real self.

The question is, am I having visual hallucinations? Or is it a split personality? It's so tangled.

The corner of her eye inadvertently swept to the surface of the lake, and she was still in the lake, pursing the corners of her mouth with a puzzled expression.

I patted my cheek and said unrelentingly: "This must be an illusion, Wanchun, you have lived alone for a long time, so you can imagine another self." Let's go, get out of here and get back to the crowd. ”

I was half-kneeling, brushing the sand from my knees, and was about to stand upright.

"Come here." She said again.

Now that I believe that she is an illusion, I am no longer as shocked as before, and my tone is much calmer, "Don't talk to me, I know you are fake." ”

She stretched out her hand, her slender four fingers seemed to be attached to the inside of the lake, and said: "You are fake, what I see now is that you are in a bronze mirror, if you don't believe it, you touch the surface of the lake with your hand, this is not the lake, but the mirror." ”

"Don't talk nonsense. Don't try to disturb me. "I looked up and around, the sun was already hanging on the branches of the golden locust, and the morning mist was dissipating, and all this was not fake.

The hair rubbed against the corners of the mouth, slightly itchy, and the wind blew.

I looked at the lake again, and the bright golden surface of the lake did not have a single ripple, like a bronze mirror.

I felt unbelievable at first, then incredulous, and tried my best to keep my eyes open and get closer to the lake.

In a trance, I heard her voice float over: "Reach out." ”

I leaned out with my slightly pale left hand towards the lake, not for what she said, but because I wanted to figure out why the wind was blowing across the lake.

It's cold to the touch, but it's not all that the lake water has. I tried my best to reach into the lake, but my whole hand was clinging to the lake.

"Why?" My face leaned close to her, panic in my voice.

As soon as she finished speaking, a drop of water seemed to drip into the lake, and her face disappeared with the ripples. His eyes were filled with a dazzling white light, and his body seemed to be sucked by a strong force that came from nowhere.

I couldn't help but close my eyes, and suddenly there was a long, round, cold object in my left hand, and everything around me was moving rapidly, and only the thing in my hand could grasp.

Suddenly, there was a sudden pause, like a speeding time train. The strange feeling disappeared and everything seemed to be the same.

When I opened my eyes, a bronze mirror was placed in front of me, and the mist drifting from nowhere no longer seemed to be frozen by time.

In the silence, I don't know who sighed lightly. The mist in front of him swirled in front of the mirror as if it had been reborn, and a face was reflected in the bronze mirror.

Before he had time to figure out all this, a female voice behind him said, "Zhu Niang, my aunt has rested at Aunt Qing's." ”