Qingyue has a long pair, talking about the eldest princess of the royal family, and then for some reason, the long pair has no news, and there is a comment but you can't get the ink of the original text.

I thought this was an anecdote, but I didn't want to be in the period of a year when the long pair disappeared, many talented people and ink writers on the rivers and lakes tried their best to come to the court, see the face of the eldest princess, all the way, and the reputation of the eldest princess in the capital has spread all over the country.

At that time, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess had not yet had a title, and the good deeds took the name of the capital of the empire, and crowned the title of Her Royal Highness the princess "Qingyue".

In the seventeenth year of Chengyuan, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess was fourteen and seven months old, the world was stormy, Qingyue began to gather a group of capable people, and the undercurrent surging made the situation a little difficult to control.

Xianxing, a small place, has a deterrent power that no one dares to indulge.

The reason for this lies in its relationship with Qingyue.

The origin of Wanling Island comes from the Seven Star Alliance, the string star is the ancestral land of one of them, and the name of the Qingyue is also inseparable from the seven stars. It is rumored that these two words were not used when it was decided, and it was changed to "Qingyue" due to allusions.

Entering the string star, watching the peaceful town and the group of four people get off the horse, the shopkeeper asked for a pot of wine, and with Chu Gan's chanted "beef", he looked around, nodded clearly, and laughed secretly.

Glancing at the young man in front, the shopkeeper wiped it vigorously on the table with a rag, Chu Zhi looked back, I don't know if I should nod or not, there are more people who have come to the code along the way, and I don't know where it leaked, the four of them are as usual, the wine is on, the atmosphere is warm, and the teenagers who look around at the adjacent table look like they are watching the play, and they are in good spirits and secretly make a bet.

Soon the voice of the official family came hurriedly from afar, and the pace of the column seemed to be a big battle, and a burly man strode out of the column and shouted, "Which little bastard is going to kill the cow?"

"Your grandfather!" Chu Zhen shook the bowl, Li Wen hooked his lips and smiled, the four of them acted quite naturally, the catcher was quick and flexible, knew that the idea behind this group of people was hard, pretended to be ruthless, and didn't dare to tie it up with a rope after the fight, looking at the bright big jewels on the side to escort them, looking sideways all the way, I didn't know that I thought they were coming to pick up the wind and wash the dust.

In the middle of the officers and soldiers, the faces of the four white-robed young men did not change, and Chu Zhi also played with the jewelry with great interest, so that the temperature on his side was cleaner. The white-robed young man beside him who comprehended Chu Zhi's hint shook his head gently, revealing a profound smile that was fake at first glance.

After the three of them, Chu Zhi was so unhappy to drink and dance the sword, he looked up to the sky and laughed with the wine jar, his ink-colored white robe was pierced by the long sword in his hand A few holes, he didn't care about tearing it directly with his hand, wrapping it around his arm three times, and in the fourth circle Chu Zhi made a move in his hand, the light of the inferior jewelry made him dazzle, Chu Zhen didn't speak, but Chu Ci in front was a little annoyed, holding the long sword and sinking his body, looking away.

As if sensing Chu Ci's question, Li Wen smiled apologetically, but the other two did not restrain themselves.

The four of them didn't know whether they were playing too much and forgetting, or if they were a little too loud, a fat man in the dark grabbed a fan and was a little helpless in place, the fan closed and opened, and hit the palm of his hand three times with the handle of the fan.

If you don't smash it, you smash it.

These four didn't want to finish the above things properly.

Compared with Hong Fatzi's anxiety, the ,—— sitting on the Taishi's chair was even more anxious.

But what's the use of being anxious, he's so fat, stuck on the chair, and he can't pull it out, so he can only drink tea there calmly, and the sweat on his forehead can see how panicked he is.

Those who come out to do spies, whether they are fake or really confused, even if they are the kind of people who talk to you when they meet, and those who expose their purpose are not honest people who are easy to get along, people have a lot of crooks in their hearts, and when they tell you that he is a spy, you have already lost, even if you kill him, they will complete the task.

But this time is different from the past, the two of them are really difficult, the main thing is not on themselves, and the four uncles do not cooperate, they play with him, they are not afraid.

But this is also the truth, the three Chu brothers have left their own abilities, and the father on their heads, even if it is mud, they have to be obedient. If this is a game to play and play the prime minister to the end, who will reason with this?

Moreover, if the three Chu brothers have a clean foundation, it is a problem that they don't take care of, but this foundation is not a question of whether they are clean or not, he is very messy, he has been eating in the Prime Minister's Mansion since he was a child, and he has been playing with the three Chu brothers in pants until he grows up, and he is still the son-in-law of the Prime Minister, a guest in the royal cabinet, in charge of a part of the secret guard, the "eyes and ears" of Her Royal Highness the eldest princess, the prince of the torture hall, and the shopkeeper of Baihualou, who knows if he has pulled himself out.

Thinking like this, Liwen's foundation is really not clean, how can you play so clean!

The big fat man was in a hurry, stretched out his hand and wanted Hong Fat to take a hand, Hong Fat Man disliked, can I pull you?

For the first time, the two fat men felt that what was more terrifying than the failure of the mission was that the task was not in your hands at all, but whether the task failed or not, it was still closely related to themselves.

It's full of pots!

The two were helpless, the four of them made it clear that they didn't believe in their own people, and they planned to do it themselves. Although they have a share of the responsibility for the loss of the code, this is not because of the indiscriminate use of the code?

The two fat men shook their heads. Their task was to find the half of the tiger talisman, but the hearts of the four were not on it at all, probably because they wanted to make immortal achievements, and they wanted to wipe out all the forces in the shadows.

But this is too anxious, the fish haven't come, why did you boil the water dry?

Sighing, the two fat men were helpless, fortunately, there was no problem with the order, but these four did not regard their own net worth and life as one thing, but they had to pray in their hearts, lest they be gone, and their task would become to find them back.

The two fat men were entangled there, and Liwen was in chaos.

Liwen wanted to play a fake pretending to be real, but he played a fake one;

Chu Zhi wanted to play a real pretend, and later played a fake pretend;

Chu Zhen played it, forgot what he said before, and played a fake one, and then remembered that it was a real fake again.

Well, now that the four of them look at it, they really don't know where to go.

Chu Ci hugged his sword, and when he came, the three of them looked for him separately and let himself improvise, but now it should be ruined, and he might as well not move. After all, their identities are sensitive when they play like this, and a few days ago they discussed playing the dark light, and the three of them wanted to play the dark one with a lewd smile, and now they are playing, and they still have to play the bright after all.

The three of them looked at each other and conveyed a message, but looking at the eyes, it was probably like this:

Chu Gan: Let's eat porridge?

Chu Zhi: It's good to eat!

Liwen: Hey, why do you always eat noodles!

Looking at these three small worrisome things, Chu Ci wanted to break away from the team and come out to complete the task by himself, but he completely forgot the scene when he got lost in the small ravine.

The dignified seven-rank guard with a knife was trapped in a small dense forest, or because he was suspicious and suspicious, he was trapped by himself, there was no mechanism around him, there was no confusion at all, he was stunned and didn't come out for a day, if it weren't for Chu Ci himself, he felt that it was a profound enemy, and he really couldn't deceive the other three.

Thinking of the master of that night, Chu Ci frowned coldly, looked at the guarded eldest brother, and the other three exchanged glances.

Neuropathy is guilty!

After a while, the four of them entered the cell and wrote four completely different confessions, the content was different and the style was different, Li Wen wrote a "Eighteen/Touch", Chu Zhi wrote a "Wen Sao", Chu Zhen wrote a "Chivalrous Journey", as for Chu Ci, he didn't move a word, but the jailer wrote four words in the lower left corner, terrifying!

Looking at the pleadings handed over, the county magistrate was in trouble.

None of these four remember the code?

The county magistrate held his forehead and experienced the pain of the two fat men.

He didn't expect that he would be assigned here, and he would be the one who answered. When he learned that it was these four who answered, he felt unreliable, but now he looks at it, and sure enough.

The deeds of these four people are all in the midst of strategizing and winning a victory over people with great wisdom thousands of miles away, in fact, but perhaps because of their youthful temperament and great playfulness, they don't think it's worth mentioning when they encounter such a task, so they don't think about it, and think about kicking the ball to the other three.

really let the county magistrate say it right, that's what the four of them thought in their hearts at first.

Chu Zhen is chivalrous, he feels that someone is there, and the work of using his brain is not on himself;

Chu Zhi looks like a scholar, but he is lazy, and some people naturally don't want to use their brains;

experienced warmth and frivolity, and saw that someone naturally wanted to give a stable life;

Chu Ci: This is calm and brainy, but he can't hold back his thoughts, every time he looks at what the three of them are talking about obscenely, he gives himself the task of improvising, so as not to spoil the overall situation.

But......

The four smart people may not necessarily be as mentioned above, and they really don't have any considerations.

In prison, Li Wen opened his eyes, and a long-planned smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Brethren, the time has come to see the tacit understanding!

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Wanling Island is on the vast ocean, composed of islands, with seven stars as the axis, with the clear moon as the core, the whole looks like a white crane with wings flapping, so it is also called the White Crane Islands by neighboring countries.

The archipelago reflects the starry sky on the surface of the sea, among which the seven stars are the main ones, and the distant echoes attract a circle of mysterious symbols, and within the scope caused by the seven star symbols, there is a place that is superimposed, that is, the clear moon.

Qingyue doesn't sound like the name of a city-state, let alone the name of an imperial capital, but it has been the center of Wanling Island for a thousand years, and many letters or opinions have not made it change its strings, even a few turbulent changes and reforms, and it has not lost its due light.

Because Wanling Island is a floating island, there are more waterways than land, and only a few vast avenues are popular with cars and horses, but Qingyue, as the sea area surrounded by three large floating islands, although it does not have many land routes, also inherited this special means of transportation.

Compared with other irregular-looking floating islands, the edge of Qingyue looks very special, its corners are rounded, and the whole body is round, like a picture written by a Taoist, which is so intriguing.

Looking down from the top, the pattern of Qingyue is very complicated, and now in the experimental period of changing the law, there is still any turmoil, except for fixed buildings, there are few high-rise buildings towering, and it is in this turbulent moment that a grand attic is slowly being repaired.

It's a pavilion embedded in the clouds.

Its name is also Qingyue.

When the moon is in the sky, the white flowers stand in the deep clouds, stretching out their hands in front of their eyes, and a white mist is scattered.

This mist is like a white mirror, absorbing thousands of rays of light into it, and finally manifesting it. However, the object of its illumination is not the city beneath its feet, but a hidden spatial node.

The girl in white was silent in front of the window, looking at the scene in that realm with her cheeks on her back, and now in front of her stood a young man in green clothes, his face looked a little immature, his movements were a little restrained, and there was a soft pale yellow pangolin on his shoulder, which looked small, soft and cute, and looked like he didn't know anything about the world.

The girl smiled lightly, laughing so stupidly that Xing Yuan turned her fingers uneasily in place.

How...... I've met a fairy......

The young man in Tsing Yi blushed, and the pangolin on his shoulder wagged its tail restlessly, I don't know why Xing Yuan's mood was abnormal, it curiously groped around with its paws, and its eyes turned but suddenly hid behind the immature young man, and its body began to twist.

Sensing the movements of the little guy, the young man looked up, looking at the girl in the picture scroll but suddenly timid, as if he had determined the reality of the existence, looking at the girl at the window, he stood a little embarrassed in place, neither advancing nor retreating, straightened the end of his robe and hair, put on a felt hat that he got from nowhere, and squatted down honestly, without a trace of anger and sorrow on his body, as gentle as the little boy next door.

Bai Hui wore a pale white dress, sat behind the bamboo curtain, and looked at the young man in front of her curiously.

Lovely.

The girl smiled, the wind blew, the bamboo curtain moved a little slowly, a little lazy, the wind was stronger, the bamboo curtain moved, and a slight sound was heard; the smile on the girl's face deepened. She was there, the quiet appearance of the years, the quiet smile made time stop, turned around, and became the appearance of the young man in Tsing Yi in front of her, squatting at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the holy figure in the sun.

"Who are you? I like, I've been waiting for you for a long time. The girl's voice is relatively slow, lazy, but not perfunctory, the light voice with the daughter's youth and agility, listening to the casual inquiry The age of the young man in Tsing Yi seems to be shorter, and the roots of his ears are red, revealing a childlike appearance.

"Yes, I'm sorry. The young man was at a loss, and took the pangolin out from behind, as if feeling guilty, holding it in the palm of his hand, and a little reluctant, muttering in place, "That...... It...... No way...... No...... Yes, can you make amends......"

Looking at the stammering appearance of the young man in Tsing Yi, the girl in white smiled, and when she smiled, the young man's ears became even redder, and the color spread from behind the ears to his cheeks, so ashamed that he buried his head in his knees without making a sound. When the boy was pregnant with spring, the pangolin in his hand was also sluggish, and he was not annoyed when he was caught in his hand, and suddenly he began to struggle again, patted off the palm of the young man with his tail, and looked at a pebble on the girl's side The tail shook a little happily, not only did it not mind Xingyuan's behavior, it even wanted to run there, jumping and jumping.

Looking at their movements, the girl in the attic laughed very happily, and the light laughter echoed in the ears of the young man in Tsing Yi, making him a little overwhelmed. The girl looked from afar, her eyes were a little more interested, she sat on the edge of the window with a quiet and polite face, her demeanor was dignified but she never distanced, her long hair slid down the bones of the wind, and fell on the pebbles by the window, swaying gently.

Smelling the girl's hair, the pebble on her left hand moved, turned around and looked at the man and beast under her, snuggled next to the girl's hair, it seemed that she didn't know whether it was a stone or a hedgehog or some strange creature, but it was very spiritual.

Looking back, the girl who sensed the movement of the pebble bent her eyebrows, looked at it coquettishly, and then naughtily stretched out her hand and gently nodded on the pebble's little head. Feeling the girl's movements, pebbles crying, a little aggrieved, with big eyes open on the edge of the window, I don't know what to say, my body looks a little lonely in the light and shadow;

At the moment when the pangolin jumped out, Xing Yuan was still drawing circles on the ground, as if he didn't know how to respond to the girl's question, as if he had done something wrong and wanted to make up for it, but found that he couldn't do anything.

Thinking about it, his mind was a little messy. From the yellow all the way, every step of the high hanging sun hangs down a minute, to the end of the remnant sun like blood, the yellow sand is reversed, the whole painting is torn apart from the middle, the scene in front of you becomes an elegant attic, and ......

The thrillingly beautiful girl.

Thinking of the hurried glance of the young man in Tsing Yi, many thoughts flashed in his mind, did it seem too rude? Will it leave a bad impression? Hmm......

Watching the doll girl on the ground fall from the pavilion and walk towards the white mirror step by step, she walked very slowly, but every step stepped on the square inch of the heavens, and a circle of ripples raised the vitality of the earth with her as the center.

Interesting.

Bai Hui thought, and her smile became a little thicker.

"When did you come?" the girl crouched in front of the white mirror, and the two seemed to be closer to each other in the light curtain. The young man in Tsing Yi relieved himself, raised his head and thought seriously, "I, I, half, half a year ago." The boy wanted to answer, but he was a little embarrassed to see the girl's appearance, and scratched the pangolin's tail, as if he could feel better.

Hearing this, the girl nodded, and looked at the boy's movements and showed a faint smile.

"What's your name. ”

"Punishment, punishment!" The young man was stunned, looking at the girl's slender body and little face in the light curtain, he didn't know how to answer, he held the pangolin in his arms and sat on the ground, like a child.

Looking at the young man's movements, the girl didn't care, and when he came out, she knew that the scroll in his hand was yellow, but this ...... temperament.

It's not that no one has ever been rude in front of her, but the young man's appearance is too tender, like a chick being molested, clean as if he had come out of the woods;

The girl sneered, laughing so much that Xing Yuan was confused, well-behaved like an unweaned child, pursed her lips, but before she could say anything, the mirror began to slowly feather, leaving the young man in Tsing Yi with a red face sitting stupidly in the sand.

Not...... I was laughed at.

Xing Yuan stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of sand, playing with it in his hand, while the pangolin wagged its tail, looking sullen, like a cowherd and weaver girl isolated by the Milky Way, and was so aggrieved that she was about to cry.

Remembering what kind of boy was annoyed for no reason, he watched the pangolin reach out and knock on its little head, and then a man and a beast fought together. Looking at their childish appearance, the girl smiled and smiled behind the white mirror

Unbelievable.

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The distant mountains are piled up with rocks, looking at the plaque of the city gate that has been in disrepair for a long time, a white-clothed young man patted the horses under him, and soon the group ran out of the city, as if frightened, panicked, and did not know what ghosts were behind them, and they did not dare to look back when they ran.

This is known as the Dead City.

What is a dead city, that is, you sleep and wake up the next day in this unknown place, with a pile of bones next to you. The name of the Dead City comes from a strange novel, and I don't know if someone made such a city for fun, or if the book is a non-fiction novel at all!

The wild road looks like it has been some years, a white-robed young man riding a yellow horse under the blue sky and white sun, raising his head and glancing around, looking at the clouds and estimating the time, the appearance of the hanging child Langdang began to change, the figure is more erect, the dress of the noble son, against the flow of people, in a group of simple, honest people he looks outstanding, especially swaggering.

However, as if he did not exist, he did not cause any panic and screaming, and he was alone and alone.

The sun is rising, the young man's robe is neat under the scorching sun, folding the willows in his hands, with a gentle smile on his face, the willow leaves fly between the rotation of the wrists, the water droplets on the leaf veins are lazy and flying, jumping in the air, the tender willow branches are a little hard in his hands, and the white marks are all over the sky, and they will not disperse for a long time.

It seems to be afraid of the luxurious temperament of the young man, the people not far away took a puff of cigarettes, and did not make up their minds not to make a move, a row of people squatting on the grass, the burly body muscles protruded, and there were several plump young women in the middle, dressed extremely coquettishly, and the grass was full of femininity when the wind blew.

A few strong men saw that their eyes were hot, and they stood up below, and a woman laughed and touched each other with a few big men, and the scarred face of the leader frowned, but he didn't say a word.

On the side of the leading elder sat a young man with clear eyebrows, seventeen or eighteen years old, who seemed to have read a book and understood a little truth, and his innocent face under the sun made the dirty smell on the grass much less.

The old man didn't care about the riots behind, and neither did the white-faced scholar.

Ren Yazi and Ah Bao look the same, although it is not said that they are doing things on their heads, but they probably won't suppress their desires, they can't control it, and if they can, they won't come to do it.

After thinking about it for a while, the scholar got up and whispered beside the old man with the scar for a while, and noticed the movement on the other side of the head, and the rest of the men could hold back and put on their pants, and they couldn't hold back either do it themselves, or find a blushing mother-in-law to roll first, anyway, the minds didn't say it so quickly.

Spit out the clouds, Scarface threw away the smoke, and did not extinguish the fire, so that the green smoke floated like this, and his cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't care about anything.

The young man lowered his eyes and followed the old man, supporting his body, even though he looked strong.

Entering the dead city, Li Wen was silent, stopped the horse and moved his ears, as if sensing something, slowly came back to his senses, and galloped his horse.

The dead city is nothing, it is about a little gloomy and dilapidated, and as for the people who were arrested before, it looks like someone deliberately let them go.

I don't dare to say that it was all a trick, but at least I did a seven-point trick.

Aside from anything else, the geographical location of the Dead City is not bad, which is also one of the reasons why Liwen took this shortcut. It is accessible in all directions, by water, by mountain, by land, by flying in the sky, crawling on the ground, and by digging in the earth, but all those who have some ability can come to this dead city, but none of them enter through the main gate.

Later, the wind blew a little cold, and Li Wen sat on his horse, and the wind was roaring all around.

He's waiting, and so are they. The human teeth did not come at him, he could not sell them, the mountain bandits did not come at him, and the officials who killed him came to investigate, and the business was ruined, and the mud-legged people did not come at him, such a thorn in the head, thankless.

They just surrounded like this, the old man with scar squatted on the ground and smoked, and the young man beside him looked at the long willow branch in Liwen's hand:

Liwen sat on the horse with half of his buttocks, his head hung obliquely, his eyes closed in contemplation, his hands crossed over his chest, the meridians of the willow branches extending from the palm of his right hand, and the index finger were in unison, hanging his head in a mess, and when the wind blew, it was as straight as a thin whip.

They are all waiting.

The clouds and mist dispersed a little, Li Wen raised his head, looked at the young man in white, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and at that glance, a fire broke out on the shore, and the fire spread violently, and there was thick smoke everywhere.

Scar's face was calm, but his side was chaotic, and the old man stopped smoking and let out a loud cry, and the only remaining majesty made the scene quiet.

Most of the fire was extinguished, the stars and the moon broke through the clouds, and the white-clothed young man on the horse saw everyone in front of him clearly, saw it clearly, laughed and rode away, and the horse whip waved south, just to find the autumn laurel in the north.

The figure of the white-robed young man was mostly far away, and a circle of people stood on the grassland, and when the wind blew, they dispersed.

After passing the city gate, the white-faced scholar was still thinking about something, but suddenly froze in place.

The main gate of the dead city is only for leaving, and it is not possible to enter.

The white-faced scholar was a god, but he couldn't remember how the white-clothed young man entered, and he forgot the rules of the city gate.

Ori Willow Boy...... The white-faced scholar lowered his eyes and pondered, as if he had caught something in a trance, but he forgot all about it in an instant.

The old man with Scar smoked a cigarette silently, looked at the young man beside him and shook his head, sighed and spit out a puff of smoke, which made the white-faced scholar look back in embarrassment, and opened his eyes to look at the wide open city gate behind him.

Through the vague mirror image, he saw a happy robe, and the unbridled laughter echoed in his ears.

But this gate ......

Only the dead can be seen......

Cold sweat dripped from the white-faced scholar's forehead, as if he felt his gaze, and the white-clothed young man smiled back, and then continued to gallop down the avenue.

It was a damp path, but if you looked closely, it was a bridge. This bridge bridges both sides of the strait and does not fall. It has been waiting here for thousands of years, and now, at last, it has waited for the familiar sound of horses' hooves.

Liwen waved the willow branch in his hand, the sky was gloomy, and it was raining in a hurry, he used the willow branch as an umbrella, dismounted and walked leisurely in the alley, and finally stopped in front of a mansion.

Draped in a blue and white robe, Liwen's face was calm, and the reflection behind him was over the earth, stretching along the rain.

Sensing his arrival, the old man in the Chengming Mansion bowed slightly, stepped aside and turned his gaze to the young magnate sitting in front of the desk.

Hearing the footsteps, the python-robed young man raised his head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

You, after all, are here......

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Yellow sand desert, there is a little different color on the endless flat ground, a young man in a blue and black robe is holding a yellow pangolin and falling in the sand, his eyes are dull, panting, I don't know what he has done, a man and a beast have a red face, snuggling together as if they are obsessed with some ambiguous taste.

Cheng Huang came to the end, there was nothing left to explore, Xing Yuan got up, his immature face had not eased up, he blinked at the inverted yellow sand, and saw a boat, on which stood a young man in white, willow branches flying, peerless.

Sensing his gaze, the white-robed young man turned his head slightly, stunned, and smiled.

The young man in Tsing Yi smiled back, this smile, the boat is already thousands of mountains away.

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"The Bright Moon Rises from the Heavenly Mountains" is taken from Li Bai's poem, I have forgotten which one.