On the second day, Qing Ning woke up before Mao Shi, and what woke her up was the distant and desolate sound of the flute, which was tactfully turned and listened to, with little ups and downs, but the sound penetrated people's hearts, coupled with the ethereal valley foil, there was a sense of gloom.

Qing Ning looked around, it was just an empty room with simple furnishings, a completely unfamiliar environment. She could only grope all the way along the sound of the flute, went out of the door, passed through the two corridors, and the sound of the flute was closer.

Continuing forward, at the end of the last corridor, looking from afar, is a huge rooftop, and a thin and straight ink-colored back is looking ahead, playing the ink flute in his hand, this back, although I have only seen it once, but I remember it very deeply, it is the assassin she saved in the palace.

With the ethereal mountain, the sound of the flute is sad, the mourning has been extinct for a long time, and the clarity of its realm makes people unbearable to live for a long time.

Qing Ning walked forward slowly, trying not to make any noise, for fear of disturbing the quiet.

When she walked over, the mournful sound of the flute had just ended, and when the song ended, the aftermath still echoed in the mountains, endlessly, and the silk was entangled, and by the extremely high terrain, it cast a layer of coldness on the whole summer, without the slightest trace of the high temperature.

Qing Ning took two steps, leaned on the railing, and followed the man's gaze to look forward, this rooftop, located on the top of the mountains, its terrain is so high that it can touch the stars.

And from this point out, looking down, there are mountains, rivers, cities, crowds, and even the most noble place of Tianche not far away, the ___ Palace.

Here, you can see half of the country at a glance.

Qing Ning didn't turn his head to look at him, just looked at the magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers, and said lightly: "What is the name of the song that Mr. blew?" ”

The man didn't look at her either, put away the ink flute, and a cold voice sounded: "Huang Li".

The first time I listened to his voice, it did not contain any impurities, with some youthful childishness, at first glance, it was indeed very good. Now that I taste it carefully, I feel that there is a maturity that is difficult for my peers to have, and it contains a trace of sadness.

Huang Li, although I have not heard this song, but Qing Ning knows this poem, the poem was written after the fall of the Western Zhou Dynasty, a Zhou Dynasty scholar passed by the old capital, saw the former palace razed to the ground, planted crops, and was overwhelmed with emotion, so he wrote this poem to tell the thoughts of the family and the country, and the person in front of him ......

Qing Ning turned his head and looked at that face, at most he was twenty years old, how to understand the sadness of destroying the family and the country, and how to play this sad and desolate desolation.

After a moment of lingering gaze, she saw a trace of white hair, and among the three thousand green silks, that patch of whiteness stung her eyes.

What kind of sadness can dye the hair of a young man in his prime to a complete gray, she gradually raised her hand like a ghost, and carefully approached the trace of white.

The man's eyes swept to her movements, but he didn't dodge, just raised his hand and held the railing in front of him, that hand, obviously increased his strength, he was nervous.

Over the years, no one who was close to him wanted to take his life, but this time, he dared to take such a risk and believe her.

Between the struggles of thought, Qing Ning had already handed the white hair to him, he looked down, and there was already white hair!

He slowly stretched out his hand, trying to touch the traces left by the pain, that memory, the past that he could not bear and had to bear, and even, including the present, every time he touched it, it was a pain in his heart.

However, at a distance of only a little, I don't know whether it was natural or artificial, the white hair blew lightly with the wind, scattered between the peaks, and disappeared, and what his fingertips touched was only a moment of warm softness.

The beauty of this moment, like a rainbow after the rain, in the endless softness, painted everything with beautiful colors, he immediately withdrew his hand, as if he did not believe that the beauty would appear in his life, the more beautiful things, the more afraid to touch, because he was afraid that one day it would leave him, and then he could not bear to return to the cold reality of today.

He struggled for a while, and finally left a little hope for himself, turned his head and made a gesture of invitation to Qing Ning and said, "I invite you to tea"

Qing Ning followed his hand and walked in, this person, lonely, cold, resolute, she suddenly felt that he was like another emperor, the kind of sadness that was unbearable in the heights, no one could understand.

However, his sadness, his disguise, can always make her discover her shadow, such a person, can always inadvertently, an action, a word, affect her emotions, perhaps, because she has also had the same sadness.

They returned to the room where Qing Ning woke up, sat down opposite each other at the wooden table, the man poured her a cup of tea, put it in front of her and said, "The girl must think that I am cold here, this tea can warm people's hearts." ”

Qing Ning lowered his head, picked up the tea, looked up at the man in front of him again, and asked intentionally or unintentionally, "Is it warm?" So, what about yourself? ”

The man's expression froze, the whole person froze for a moment, got up and walked to a painting, looked at it for a while, the thoughts in his eyes became complicated again, and he muttered for a while: "Cool and thin people, they have no intention, and what are they going to warm up." ”

Under that tone, a sense of desolation suddenly arises, Qing Ning walked to his side, lowered his eyes and looked at the painting, under the mountains, there were two identical people isolated, and her artistic conception was afraid that she couldn't understand it for a while, but she saw the two words "white jade" that were strong and powerful at the place of payment.

"Bai Yu" Qing Ning turned her eyes to him and continued: "Your name is, Bai Yu?" ”

The man nodded, raised his hand, and pressed a mechanism on the wall, and the next moment, Qing Ning could even feel a slight vibration from the ground.

Qing Ning quietly stabilized her body, and after a while, the vibration stopped, and Bai Yu pointed to the road at the door and said, "This road can go out." ”

After a while, she seemed to see the hesitation of the woman behind her, and explained again: "This is Kunye Mountain, Liuwei Pavilion, from here, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine turns, each turn, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine changes, if I don't open the mechanism, you can't leave at all." ”

Qing Ning glanced at the road ahead again, said, "Thank you", and walked out.

Kunye Mountain, Liuwei Pavilion, she has heard that there is the most dense intelligence network in the world, the most sophisticated killer organization, and the most extensive disciples, which makes the people of the world fearful.

It is said that when the first generation of pavilions created the pavilion, all things in heaven and earth were born in small and filled between heaven and earth, omnipresent, quietly changing everything in the world, hence the name, flowing slightly.

So, who is that Bai Yu from Liuwei Pavilion?

Who?

On the other side, early in the morning, Mingyuefang must not stop, no, Li Yuanhe hung a servant girl on the tree, and he has been moving her back and forth beside her, and the handmaid begged for mercy again and again, causing a group of onlookers.

"You're too much, are you bullying us that there is no one in Mingyue Fang?" A slightly more daring servant girl spoke up to stop her.

Li Yuanhe said with a disdainful smile at the corner of her mouth: "She stole the master's things, so she will naturally be punished, and the master will not chop off her two hands, which is already to thank you for taking in Mingyuefang." ”

"How so?"

"It's ......"

"Why are they all gathered here early in the morning?"

Hearing this, a group of maidservants neatly spread out a road, bowed their heads and saluted, "Miss Xin." ”

Xin'er walked along the scattered road, saw the servant girl who was hung up and burst into tears, and asked, "Why did you make Hegongzi so displeased?" ”

Li Yuanhe, when he pretends to be a man, his name is He Li.