The wilderness outside Kyoto was a barren land five years ago, and then after the young man who fought alone against 3,000 armor soldiers on the Wanqing River left, the empress Zhu Xiangchen let people sprinkle flowers in the wilderness where he left, and a year later, the place was full of wild flowers, the house was purple and red, beautiful like a boundless fairy land, the sea of flowers spread far away, looking out from the castle tower of Kyoto, what you can see is the sea of flowers, which is wonderful. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the past, invitations such as flower parties and tea parties were often the closest family lords of some in-laws and even the royal family, but since Zhu Xiangchen ascended the throne, the rest of the royal family's bloodline has been completely cut off, and today's flower viewing party invites some people in the demon sect according to the convention, but for example, most of the men who are members of the demon cult such as Liu Wenlong, the Taishou of Zhangzhou, who are members of the demon cult on the surface, will shirk it, after all, the predecessor is a martial arts person, and he is not interested in the truth of flowers and plants, and the empress, who has always been quiet, does not force anything, However, some girls who did not have a high status in the Demon Sect were very interested, and no one would stop them when they came to participate in this flower viewing party, and the empress, who had never had an imperial shelf, did not mind at all.

Lou Qianjue dressed as a maid followed behind the woman in white, every time she went out of Kyoto, even if it was just about a few miles away, Zhu Xiangchen had never taken Lou Qianjue alone, firstly, the relationship between the two daughters was indeed too good, and the relationship had never broken down in five years, if it was more and more stable, secondly, Lou Qianjue's martial arts had returned to the basics, and she could be called a martial arts master.

In private, Lou Qianjue and Zhu Xiangchen are even sisters, but the two daughters think that they are sisters, no one wants to be a sister, and occasionally they will quarrel, but with Zhu Xiangchen's quiet temperament, she doesn't mind that the demon saint who is not big or small makes trouble with herself, and Lou Qianjue is a demon saint, so she naturally knows the world and understands when she can make trouble and when she can't.

In the middle of summer, it was not so hot here, probably because it was still in the morning, a few female disciples of the Demon Sect who came to participate in the flower viewing party still had some sleepiness on their faces, but they couldn't hide their excitement, and occasionally dragged a few guards who were standing guard seriously to tease them, until the simple man's cheeks under the squeaky armor were red, and he didn't let go, causing Lou Qianjue to laugh and scold a little hooves.

Looking at this scene, the empress in white smiled slightly, she didn't mind, the golden dragon pattern on her sleeve seemed to come alive in the morning sun, phosphorescent and shining.

In the sea of flowers, you can vaguely see a two-story small pavilion, there are forbidden soldiers around the attic, Zhu Xiangchen floated away, tiptoe to the ground, and suddenly jumped up to the two-story attic. In the past five years, although she has to review and review the folds day and night because of busy state affairs, the woman in white still finds time to practice martial arts, and she has personally taught it by a half-immortal like Jiang Yun, who has naturally benefited a lot, and has also entered the level of a first-class master in the past five years, but except for some forbidden soldiers and some people close to the royal family, few people know about it.

Sitting on the rosewood chair, looking at the sea of flowers paved into the distance, to the first line of heaven and earth, the empress suddenly remembered the back of the same disappeared on the horizon five years ago, and was slightly stunned. The road he had left had now been planted with wild flowers by her, and the sun was rising in the distance, but only she could see such a scene, but he couldn't see it, so he couldn't help but look a little gloomy.

It's been five years, where is he?

"Still thinking about that bastard?" Lou Qianjue didn't come up directly like that, but walked up step by step from the side of the stairs, her footsteps creaked, and she came behind Zhu Xiangchen, seeing the empress's gloomy expression, she naturally knew what this noble girl was thinking about when she was like a sister, and couldn't help scolding.

The woman in white nodded, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, with a bleak beauty.

"When he comes back, teach him a good lesson!" Lou Qianjue has completely lost her earlier debauchery and coquettishness as early as a few years ago, probably because she has been with Zhu Xiangchen for a long time and has been infected, and now her words and deeds are full of everyone's ladylike demeanor, it is difficult to associate her with the woman who used to be on the surface of the dissolute form, only occasionally inadvertently, only slightly revealing her true nature.

The woman in white hummed and did not continue to answer.

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About a few hundred meters away from Kyoto's famous sea of flowers, there is a valley of no people. The name Sunset Valley seems to be the place where the sunset is in the western mountains, in fact, if you stand in Kyoto or the famous sea of flowers and look here, you will find that this is clearly the direction of the rising sun, it is difficult to understand what is going on in the mind of the person who inscribed this stele in front of Sunset Valley, but Su Zhu looked at the three vigorous and powerful characters on the stele, and the stele is at the gate of Sunset Valley, and it also looks like it has a long history, guessing which martial arts master wrote it when he was dancing and writing here.

The stone walls on both sides of the Sunset Valley are covered with moss vines, verdant and dripping, and there is a relatively large open space in the middle, the clearing is overgrown with weeds and almost impossible to see the appearance of the ground, Jiang Yueyue walked into it and searched for a long time, only to find the tombstone that was covered by countless grasses.

Aside from the tall grass, the little girl's red dress is particularly eye-catching in the greenery.

The short five words of "The Tomb of Jiang Xingjian" were engraved on the stone stele, and if you look closely, it seems to be carved with a blade, and there is no other information on it except for her life, and it can be seen that the little girl's mother did not want to cause any trouble in the future when she carved this tombstone, but she wrote five words lightly.

Jiang Yueyue stood silently at the grave, with mixed feelings in her heart, but she didn't know what to say, for this father who only had a vague concept in her mind, she held back until the end and just bent down to worship, which can be regarded as pinning her thoughts on her parents in her heart.

Su Zhu, who was standing at the mouth of the valley, looked at the flooded grass, frowned slightly, waved his hand, and suddenly a strong wind blew, flying sand and stones, and countless swords were torn apart, revealing the black land, but it was a lot cleaner, and there were occasionally some insects crawling on the ground, and he cleaned it up together after a few seconds.

He pointed to a small wooden house not too far from Jiang Xingjian's grave and said, "There is a wooden house there, probably built by your mother, go and see?" ”

Jiang Yueyue was stunned, nodded and walked over, although the weeds in the Sunset Valley were overgrown as if no one had been here for a long time, but this small cabin was only covered with a thin layer of ash, which was specially cleaned a few months ago, and even the bedding on the wooden bed was neatly stacked and not moldy, obviously someone had come some time ago.

"Look at this, your mother should have been here before she went to find Mao to fight for her life." Su Zhu followed into the wooden house and said softly.

The red-robed girl nodded slightly.

Su Zhu thought for a while and asked, "Why don't you stay here for a few days?" Probably your mother built this wooden house here to keep vigil for your father for many days, why don't you stay here for two more days and pay tribute to your father? ”

Jiang Yueyue thought about it, felt that this was reasonable, nodded in agreement, and then said: "I went to Izumo Kyoto to buy some wine and food, I remember that my father used to like to drink very much, and he had to be that kind of old rice wine, I want to come to Izumo's Kyoto must be able to buy it, I will buy some, it is considered to do my filial piety." With that, the little girl walked out, and the delicate leather boots left a series of small footprints on the black earth.

The entanglement on the two of them is the ill-gotten gains stolen from the bandits who blocked the road and robbed, and they are at ease to use and grab a lot of money, enough to squander, and the girl's style of behavior seems to be much better than in the past during this period of observation, no longer so heartless, I want to see that the price of Kyoto is expensive, so I will not spend money indiscriminately, let alone be cheated of money.

"When I came, I remembered that there seemed to be a big man from Izumo Province on the other side of the flower sea, so you should pay attention when the time comes, bypass that sea of flowers, and don't get into trouble." Su Zhu admonished. On the way here, he saw the most famous flower sea in Kyoto and known as "Ten Miles of Flowers", where he saw a lot of figures walking around, and it seemed that he vaguely saw some men and women who looked like wealthy nobles, but most of them were women, probably the flower head of the upper class of Izumo Province, and he was not very interested.

Jiang Yueyue nodded obediently, and her red back disappeared into the corner of the sea of flowers outside the Sunset Valley, blending into it, and she was no longer separated from each other from those competing bouquets.

PS: The characteristic of the author of the street text is that he likes to write all the things he likes, a few scribbles, a hodgepodge, obviously writing this martial arts I think I'm dying, or hurry up and end it (to be continued.) )