After Zhaoyun finished dinner, he watched the sunset on the horizon like a thick flame burning into the sky, and admired the shadow of the flowers in the cold cage.

With Mingcui and Fudong, they walked slowly along the path paved with fine stones to eat. Before I knew it, I had arrived at the Qinshui Lake full of lotus flowers.

A few people walked through the small inn and rested in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

This small pavilion stands in the middle of Qinhu Lake, surrounded by lotus leaves, and connected to the lake with a small stack. The eaves of the pavilion fly wings octagonal, and there are thin copper bells hanging at the bottom, which is a bit elegant and funny.

Zhaoyun sat leaning against the red lacquer pillar, looking at the green lotus and red lotus, and rolled and closed at will in the distance. Listening to the thin bells at the corner of the eaves swaying in the breeze, making a tinkling sound, a heart also regained its long-lost calm.

In an instant, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a light boat moored on the edge of the lake in the distance.

"You rest in this pavilion, and I'll go boating in the lake." With a smile in his eyebrows, Zhaoyun pointed to the distance.

After saying that, he left the two in the pavilion, walked through the wooden stack, and walked along the embankment to the place where the boat was moored.

Untying the hemp rope tied to the willow tree, Zhaoyun carefully got into the wooden boat, holding the wooden oars hanging on both sides, and paddled towards the golden lake in the distance.

The ripples spread out in circles, and Zhaoyun gently shook the wooden oar, and before he knew it, he had already penetrated into the depths of the lotus.

The light boat rowed by, and there were red buildings and green covers in front and back with the boat, and a few snow-white herons flew away. The breeze came slowly, and the green lotus leaves blew cool, which also made the lotus sway.

Zhaoyun picked a branch of red face and green waist, sniffed lightly with eyelashes, and the fragrance that entered his nose was full of fragrance. She hung the oars on the sides of the boat again, and slowly lay down on the bent tree as a pillow.

Under the shadow of the sky and clouds, looking at the blue sky on his face, Zhaoyun felt that he was like a light boat rippling on the lake, becoming extremely quiet and quiet.

As everyone knows, on the Hongqiao erected in the distance, a thin figure suddenly stopped and looked at it from a distance.

Mu Xi resigned from the palace and discussed with Luo Ye the specific matters of harmony, walked through Qinhu Lake from Qianqing Palace, and wanted to return to the post station.

In an instant, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of the plain white shadow embedded in the green and red that stretched for miles.

He stood for a long time, as if there was only a touch of plain white left in this vast world.

In the Danxia, a bright moon quietly rose, and Huaxing also emerged from the clouds.

In the Furong pool, Zhaoyun thought about all the things he had experienced in these days, and he couldn't tell for a while, which one was in the dream, the past life and the present life......

After being greedy for joy for a long time, Zhaoyun took the boat lightly, returned to the pavilion in the lake, called the two Mingcui, who were talking happily, and slowly returned to the palace.

After washing up, Zhaoyun put on a plain white middle coat, read miscellaneous notes under the candlelight for a while, and then went to bed.

When he was sleeping in a daze, Zhaoyun heard a thin rustling sound from his room, and woke up suddenly.

Through the silk gauze tent hanging around the bed, I saw a hazy figure. Zhaoyun suddenly fell asleep and secretly took out the dagger hidden under the jade pillow.

"Come out when you wake up." A magnetic voice came through the gauze tent.

The deep male voice like a golden stone is particularly abrupt in the quiet night.

Zhaoyun hid the dagger in his sleeve and casually draped in a blue coat decorated with flowers.

Pulling open the hanging blue gauze tent, I saw that the window was wide open.

In the moonlight, I saw Su Zidui lazily wrapping her arms in front of her, casually leaning on the edge of the coffee table. Half of it is hidden in the dark, half of it is reflected in the moonlight, and it is faintly unreal.

She couldn't see his expression clearly, only his resolute silhouette and his lacquer-like eyes.

Today is Biluo's vigil, Zhaoyun turned his head and looked at the outer cabinet not far away through the folding silk screen.

"Don't worry, she will wake up after tonight with some drugs."

Hearing Su Zidui's words, Zhaoyun looked at him in surprise. Sure enough, after a while, I heard Biluo's faint breathing, which came intermittently.