Liufu on the side also pursed his thin lips, looked at the gate of the dormitory from time to time, and looked in the direction of the gate of the Qingxin Hall from time to time, hesitating in his heart.

Although he doesn't like the Jing'an princess very much on weekdays, it is always good if she can make the emperor smile more. But in recent days, the emperor has become more and more depressed than some time ago, in addition to reviewing and reviewing the recitals every day, discussing state affairs. He stayed alone in the dormitory, and did not let people go in to serve. If it goes on like this, it's okay! Now I just hope that Princess Jing'an can come again, although she has not been summoned by the emperor in the past few days, but what if it will be effective today?

I was anxious, but I was helpless, looking at the master in front of me, I calmed down and said softly: "Master, don't worry too much." His Royal Highness the Seventh has already invited Master Zhikong and Master Yiyun, presumably the two masters will have a way. ”

The news of Chunyuan Lanxu's visit to Qingquan Temple was only known to the two of them, although they were calmer. But this delay in the arrival of the master of the void is bottomless after all. Li Xiuwen has followed Emperor Chunyuan for many years, and as he gets older and older, his worries and concerns about Emperor Chunyuan become more and more intense, for fear that something will happen.

This old man, who has been driving for decades, is only so anxious and worried when he encounters the emperor's affairs.

"Having said that, Master Kezhikong and Master Yiyun have no fixed place to live after all, and they have not been in the temple for a long time. If His Royal Highness the Seventh went here to find a vacancy, what would it be. The emperor has been like this for a few days, and I'm really afraid that someone will come out. Li Xiuwen frowned and said in a deep voice.

Luofu sighed lightly and said, "Wait a little longer! I can't say I'll be back soon! Luofook is going to wait outside! So saying, he walked out of the temple.

Li Xiuwen stopped and looked at the closed temple door, and also sighed and shook his head.

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This chamber is not very large, and it is dressed like a delicate crystal palace, with crystal clear walls and floors radiating a lustrous sheen. But the room is empty, only a stone collapse, a stone table, a stone chair, all crystal clear.

On the stone chair, Emperor Chunyuan, who was sitting quietly in a white robe, stared at the stone wall opposite. And on top of the stone wall hangs an exquisite portrait.

Above is painted a woman out of the dust like a fairy, standing proudly in the world, like a fairy descending to earth, which makes people dare not force their eyes. A purple dress flutters in the wind, a long hair pours down, the purple shirt is like a flower, the long sword is better than the snow, indescribably beautiful and elegant, noble and vulgar.

It's just that the woman turned her back to the person who painted it, and refused to show her face, leaving only a lonely back, wanting to ride the wind.

Emperor Chunyuan quietly looked at the still stunning figure, and the corners of his mouth gently raised a trace of arc.

He didn't know who she was, he didn't know what her name was, he didn't know where her family lived, he didn't know if she was like him, he didn't know who he was.

Such a vague entanglement, but it has been engraved in the blood and bones, and it cannot be erased for a lifetime.

He was madly missing, remorseful, and when he suddenly heard the familiar sound of the piano, he searched for it without hesitation, but he was deeply afraid.

He always thought that there was still a chance, and he could do it again. It's ridiculous that you can't even have a chance to fantasize.

He began to go to Congxin Pavilion every day, just to be able to hear the familiar sound of the piano again. But he didn't dare to order, he was afraid that the only remaining familiarity would be crushed by his identity.

As the days passed, these seemed to be the comforts he had stolen, and he was terrified that one day he would lose them again.

He began to be kind to the little palace maid beside him regardless of what he said, and he would go to her Congxin Pavilion every day to listen to music. He also ignored the rumors from the outside world. Fortunately, the little palace maid was also transparent, just like the woman in his memory. Gradually, he began to become cautious, and he did not want to lose this remaining familiarity.

But why, why did things turn out the way they are? Why did she deceive me! Why did she, who has always been transparent, learn the intrigue between the palace and the palace!

Emperor Chunyuan stared straight at the person in the portrait, and his eyes became gloomy: "She is not only as transparent and exquisite as you, but even her heart is as ruthless as you!" You will not hesitate to deceive me, and you can quietly abandon me, walk away, and never return. She can use the art of the palace to deceive the king without care! Isn't it all good? All the qiē is fine, but why do these things that hurt others and hurt yourself? You are all such clear people, don't you know how painful it would be for me to do this! Emperor Chunyuan stared directly at the portrait in a daze, and finally chuckled. He is conceited of his fame, but he is destined to be lonely for the rest of his life. For the sake of the golden dragon chair, for the sake of this country, he has lost too much.

Now, he is old, and he no longer has the sharpness of the year, but begins to miss the youthful frivolity he once had.

But in any case, this life has been over, and there is no going back.

In the silent and depressed secret room, only the portrait of Emperor Chunyuan was left empty, and he sighed alone.

Outside the temple gate, Luofu was walking anxiously around. Suddenly, I saw a figure striding around the corner in front of me. Immediately overjoyed, he stepped forward and said in a clear voice: "The slave greets His Highness the Seven!" ”

Just as he was about to get up, he saw the Master of Stopping the Sky walking slowly behind Pure Yuan Lan Xu, and when he breathed a sigh of relief, he leaned down again and said, "The slave has seen the Master of Stopping the Sky!" ”

Chun Yuan Lan shook his head, then waved his hand, and strode towards the hall. The Sky Stopper walked slowly and unhurriedly.

Luofu followed behind the two, and at the same time wiped the sweat from his forehead with relief, and then walked steadily.

Li Xiuwen was very anxious, and when he saw the Pure Yuan Lanxu and the Sky Stopping Master coming slowly, he immediately said: "It can be regarded as looking forward to the Seventh Highness and the Sky Stopping Master!" The old slave is at ease! ”

Chun Yuan Lan gave a hand, and said softly: "Manager Li doesn't have to be polite. ”

Master Zhikong bowed slightly, and said, "Where is the emperor now?" ”

Li Xiuwen hurriedly said: "The emperor is in the palace!" It's been a long time! I didn't use a little bit of the imperial meal at noon! Master of Sky Stopping, the emperor is bothering you! ”

Master Zhikong looked at the old steward who had been with Emperor Chunyuan all his life, and nodded solemnly.

The sun flies, the white clouds and the dog, this old man is the only one who can accompany Emperor Chunyuan for a lifetime.

Emperor Chunyuan is an emperor, an emperor, destined to be lonely and old.

Seeing this, Li Xiuwen hurriedly walked to the door of the confined dormitory, hesitated slightly, but spoke firmly.

"Your Majesty? Master Sky Stopper is here, do you want to meet the emperor? ”

For a moment, there was still no movement.

Li Xiuwen's brows furrowed even tighter, and he said again: "Your Majesty, you have a word." The old slave is really worried! ”

After a while, there was still no movement.

Li Xiuwen was about to speak again, but was stopped by Master Zhikong.

"Go get a piano!" Master Sky Stopper said softly.

Li Xiuwen glanced at Liufu, and Liufu immediately ran away. After a while, I saw him holding a guqin in his arms and trotting over.

Master Zhikong stretched out his hand to take it, placed the piano flat in his palms, and a stream of air gushed out from the palms, and he saw that Master Zhikong withdrew his hands from under the piano base, and the piano was smoothly suspended in front of Master Zhikong. (To be continued.) )