The colorful murals seem to come alive in the flickering candlelight, staging the bloody cover of tragedy because of friendship, love, and greed.

"The story is beautiful."

"But it's even more pathetic, pitiful, hateful, and hateful."

"You don't like it?"

"Only women love these love stories."

"Aren't you a woman? Oh yes, you're not a woman. ”

Feng Bing was stunned for a moment, and looked straight at Baili Qianmu, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone stairs.

"Anyway, we can't find our way out now, why don't we talk?"

Baili Qianmu sat calmly on the ground, teasing the little ants, because the passage that came in was gone, and there was only this tightly closed stone room.

"What are you talking about?" Feng Bing leaned lazily against the stone wall, and since he had been recognized by the other party, he simply stopped pretending.

"Talk about Chang Huan, the woman who has been sleeping for thousands of years in Liuli City."

"The legendary Glass Beauty, the Glass Queen?"

"Whether it's beautiful or not, only you know! Maybe it's beautiful, but I wonder if she is still as beautiful as ever after a thousand years? ”

"You want to hear a story?"

"Do you say? Idle is idle anyway. ”

Baili Qianmu got up boredly, and the silver needle in his hand played with the merman oil candle on the stone wall, making the entire stone room brightly lit and transparent.

The love stories that can be engraved on the stone wall and even the stone murals of the mausoleum are nothing more than talented women and goddesses, made in heaven.

They are all heart-to-heart, unyielding, unswerving, and a couple for life.

It's all about the contemporary, the benefit is for thousands of living beings, it's all for love, for the other party who is willing to exchange his life for the person who is alive, to regret the misunderstanding of the past, and infinitely sentimental.

Go and try your best to go to heaven and earth to find a resurrection from the dead, and return to the original method.

Feng Bing's story is very beautiful, very moving, very perfect, very noble, standing on the moral high ground, the beautiful queen Chang Huan, who assisted the first Liuli King Yuze to successfully build Liuli City, is an example of all the best words, and she can afford all the best words.

The story of the mural is almost the same as that of Feng Bing, what is missing from the mural is the ending, which is to tell the love between her and her true son from the standpoint of a woman.

Feng Bing is standing in the position of a man to tell about the love buried deep in his heart, a love that has a beginning and an end and still insists on persisting until now.

The candle flame flickered, Feng Bing was still talking to Nan Nan, falling into memories, his eyebrows were soft, as if the person who made him miss was smiling at him, just as he did at the beginning.

They met, knew each other, fell in love with each other, stayed together, that blue sea, that pure blue sky...... Every minute and every second...... The ten-mile pink pear blossom...... The hut snuggled up to each other......

When Feng Bing's face was dripping with cold tears, through the teardrops, he saw Baili Qianmu smiling at his subtle smile, and shook his head, as if he saw Chang Huan, and saw Chang Huan as she had done countless actions, taking off the white hibiscus flower on her head and placing it on the stamen of the sea-blue cloud in the middle of the stone house.

In an instant, the sea-blue light enveloped the entire stone room, and when the light disappeared, the stone room was gone, only an endless emptiness, but the empty space was quickly filled, and countless white crystals that were inexplicably strung together in strings but exuded a faint blue light.

What a familiar place, what a familiar scene, it was Chang Huan's boudoir.

Chang Huan likes pure white round crystals that emit an ocean blue glow, and she often refers to her as a crystal princess.