What does this look like...... It looked familiar, but she didn't remember seeing the beauty in the painting.

Looking closer, the candle seems to be some years old, the corners are yellowed, and a little dust has fallen on the scroll. Who is the person in the painting? Who made this painting? Hang it in this place that has been abandoned for years?

She frowned, and subconsciously reached out to touch the painting. However, the moment they touched it, they fell straight down from the ground under their feet.

"Ah...... Help......" she cried out frantically, desperately trying to grab something as she fell, but she didn't catch anything.

The cold wind blew up her thousands of green silks and the wide ink robe on her body, puffing up flowers of appropriate shades. Isn't it...... Getting closer to death? Consciousness gradually withdraws from ...... It turned out that it was at this moment before he died that he realized how scared, how reluctant, and how ...... he was Selfish.

A tear gradually fell from the corner of his eye, if ...... With an afterlife, can there be less entanglement and less entanglement? Stop causing trouble and misfortune to others. There was still a faint singing voice in the distance, as far away as a lifetime, as deep as red dust.

Just as she closed her eyes, the momentum of her fall plummeted, and a strong arm suddenly clasped her waist.

She opened her eyes suddenly, only to find that the person in front of her had high black hair, long eyebrows and sideburns, a little smile in his eyes as bright as stars, and thin lips slightly hooked.

"A-Ning, long time no see."

Ning Yan looked at him blankly, and tears suddenly poured out of her eyes frantically. Gu Mingxuan panicked all of a sudden, and he hurriedly said, "Ah Ning, it's okay, don't cry." He hugged Ning Yan, hit the surrounding wall a little, fell to the ground, and happened to sit on top of his wheelchair.

His slender and warm fingers wiped the tears from her cheeks and said with a smile: "A-Ning, don't cry, do you know how ugly you are now?" ”

Ning Yan was stunned for a moment before she remembered that the servant who exchanged identities with her had applied a lot of rouge gouache to her face, and now it was a mess.

Then he cried again, and said intermittently: "You...... Dislike me for being ugly? ”

Gu Mingxuan shook his head helplessly, hugged her shoulders tightly, and said softly, "Be good, don't cry." I know that these **** are having a bad time, and they are so worried. It's all right. He gently stroked her back and calmed her down.

"That'...... Who is the one who takes my place? How could Duan Ye help us? And the picture of the beauty in the cold and quiet palace, and what is going on in this underground palace? She wiped away her tears and looked up to ask him a series of questions.

Gu Mingxuan sighed: "A-Ning, this is not the place to talk, we have to leave here quickly." After I go out, I'll tell you all the qiē, okay? ”

Ning Yan nodded with red eyes and got up from his arms. Only then did he notice that he was now in a secret room, empty, and there was nothing. In the four corners, there is a unique Thoreau lamp made from fish oil from northern anchovies. This lamp has the effect of long-lasting brightness, which is quite rare. In the whole Donghe, there are two in the palace and one in the princess's mansion. And there are four of them in this secret room!

She frowned, walked around, walked behind Gu Mingxuan, and pushed him towards the only door. "It's strange here, an empty secret room, and there are four Thoreau lamps worth a thousand gold." She told Gu Mingxuan what she thought in her heart.

But he laughed and said: "The owner of this underground palace is rich and rivals the country, what is it to place these four Solo lamps?" ”

"The master of the dungeon?"

"Yes, this underground palace is also called Ziqi Palace, which was used for the secret guard training of the Donghe royal family alone when Donghe was founded. The people in the Ziqi Palace are not allowed to leave the palace unless the emperor orders them. Most of the guards in the palace came in from childhood and were isolated from the world until they died of old age. You also know that Emperor Xiaoyuan emphasized literature over martial arts, and when he ascended the throne, Ziqi Palace was basically separated from the hands of the Donghe royal family. His cold voice came from the front.

The moment she pushed the door open, Ning Yan screamed again. Gu Mingxuan held her hand worriedly: "A-Ning, don't be afraid, the ghost mother-in-law is her own person." ”

In front of him, in the center of the pitch-black corridor, stood a man with a candle in his palm under his face, and that face ...... It's ugly. Ning Yan had never seen such an indescribable face, the contours and bones of her entire face seemed to be distorted, and wrinkles crawled irregularly all over every inch of her skin. It looks like a ghost in the light of the fire.

Ning Yan's courage was not small, but this situation was too terrifying, she reluctantly swallowed her saliva and listened to the ghost mother-in-law open her mouth.

The voice was as hoarse as a dilapidated bellows: "The old slave has scared the princess." Instead, she bent down respectfully.

Ning Yan turned pale and nodded reluctantly.

I only heard the ghost mother-in-law say again: "The palace master has taken the two nobles out of the palace with the old slave, and asked the two to go with the old slave." ”

Gu Mingxuan bowed his head and said: "There is a ghost mother-in-law, please convey your gratitude to the palace master on behalf of Gu." ”

The ghost mother nodded slowly, turned around and walked towards the end of the road. Gu Mingxuan squeezed Ning Yan's hand and asked, "A-Ning, are you okay?" ”

Ning Yan pushed the wheelchair and followed, and said softly, "It's okay." ”

The dungeon was silent, and the ghost mother-in-law walked quietly, and only the creaking of an empty wheelchair could be heard along the way. I turned an unknown number of corners, and walked for a long time. Ning Yan felt more and more that this terrain was somewhat familiar.

She whispered in Gu Mingxuan's ear and said, "This...... Why is it a bit like the Nine Turns Glaive Array? ”

Gu Mingxuan laughed softly, his voice was not loud but he didn't deliberately let it go: "That's right, all the formations in this dungeon were laid out by me back then. However, after so many years, the palace master seems to have changed. ”

Ning Yan's eyes widened in surprise: "Why don't I remember, you have been to the imperial capital before?" ”

"Before I met you, I got acquainted with the palace master when I first left the school. At his invitation, he came to the imperial capital to visit the Ziqi Palace. No, I'll revisit my place after many years. There was a slight sigh in his voice.

As he spoke, there seemed to be a glimmer of light coming from the front of the corridor.

The ghost mother-in-law stopped, turned around and saluted, "The old slave has been sent here, and the two nobles can leave on their own." ”

Gu Mingxuan smiled and replied: "There is labor!" ”

The ghost woman blew out the candle in one breath and disappeared into the darkness in a strange shape. Gu Mingxuan patted Ning Yan's hand and said, "Let's go, someone has been waiting there for a long time." ”

Ning Yan nodded, pushing the wheelchair step by step. The light at the end became bigger and bigger, and it seemed that the dark sky was also dyed in mottled colors, which were extremely warm and dazzling.