Dead leaves turn into butterflies in the wind.

Clusters of low Gesang flowers swept away behind them. The clouds in the sky are stacked with a huge siege, and no matter how desperately the people on the ground run, there is no possibility of breaking through.

Yin Qiushui's gaze was still looking straight ahead. She had been galloping like this for a long time in the empty silence.

There is a palace in the southeast of Kunyang more than 200 miles, which is built by the mountains and rivers;

Yin Qiushui is here to rein in the horse.

She looked up at the palace in silence for a moment, then began to walk up the middle of the staircase. But her real mood was far from being as calm as it appeared on the surface, and she knew that Sheng Yucheng, the Great Zhou Tian of the Great Sheng Dynasty, was here at this moment.

The cultivators of the Great Zhou Heaven Realm are not people who can see them if they want to, and although Yin Qiushui has obtained the method of seeking to see, he really didn't expect that he didn't even need to wait for the long process of waiting for the summons.

"What a coincidence, Madame. The maid said. She pursed her lips and chuckled, "Our prince likes to have fun with the people the most - the palace is about to start the 'Jinghua Hibiscus Dance' at this time, and Madame is blessed with eyes." ”

Rajah?

Yin Qiushui only remembered that although Sheng Yucheng was already a great Zhou Tian, he was very young, and he was only the same generation as the current Emperor Sheng, which was far from suitable for the title of "Old Ancestor";

Jinghua Hibiscus Dance?

The name is somewhat familiar, and it seems to be a famous court music and dance in recent years. Yin Qiushui wanted to laugh inexplicably, these days Kunyang, Lichen and Yin people were full of wind and rain, but in this palace just 200 miles away, he was drunk and dreamed of singing and dancing. He really has the right to come to escape the summer?

Rejoicing with the people?

Yin Qiushui thought that she might have a bad stomach these days, and she felt sick again.

Walking inattentively all the way, she followed the palace maid through the heavy gate, and finally came to the main hall where Sheng Yucheng was.

The interior of the palace is far more luxurious than the exterior of the palace. The moment he stepped into the temple door, Yin Qiushui almost thought that he had come to another world, a perfect world that only existed in his imagination.

Flowers bloom like a feast, where treasures from different seasons reverse the laws of nature but merge into harmonious and refreshing notes.

A large pool of water was built in the temple. The water in the pool was crystal clear and pure, but it had a crystal gold and an intoxicating aroma - it was only then that Yin Qiushui was shocked to realize that the pool was filled with precious wine! She originally thought that this kind of thing could only appear in the storyteller's exaggerated description, but she did not expect to see it with her own eyes today.

The gentle waves ripple in the pool, and through the shadowy reflections, you can see the colorful hanging frescoes and intricately carved red lanterns above.

The grandeur of the orchestra is better than the imperial specifications, and the musicians and instruments are unknown. The music they sang together resounded throughout the hall, intoxicating the listeners.

-- What made Yin Qiushui even more unbelievable was that these clearly seemed to have been built not long ago. Needless to say, all this is to welcome Sheng Yucheng's arrival.

At this moment, Yin Qiushui suddenly had a deeper understanding of the influence of the Great Zhou Tian's powerhouses in the world.

Yin Qiushui stood alone at the end of the main hall, his eyes crossed the group of graceful women who were dancing, and looked straight at Sheng Yucheng above the main hall.

Sheng Yucheng was similar in age to Lu Yu, whom she had seen last night, but her face and body still maintained the appearance of a young man in his early twenties. He was relaxing and reclining on the soft and comfortable couch at the moment, his eyes looking at the waists of the dancers intently and admiringly, without glancing at Yin Qiushui's side.

Yin Qiushui also stood in the distance, neither bowing nor saluting, and looking at the dance floor of the main hall like him.

A Jinghua hibiscus dance will have hundreds of people at every turn. And these "dancing girls" are all cultivators, and at the very least, they are also martial artists, and the five women who danced first were even higher in cultivation than Yin Qiushui-they must be like this, otherwise how could they show such an immortal dance posture, and how could they be worthy of dancing in front of Sheng Yucheng?

Yin Qiushui finally looked at the only one who led the dance-

She has a charming and noble face, a drop of red cinnabar in the center of her eyebrows, but she wears sword eyebrows into her sideburns, and she does not dance with water sleeves and a long sword. Her figure was like a shocking flutter in her whirling and moving, and her swordsmanship was so clever that Yin Qiushui couldn't hold her breath - but the more she looked, the more Yin Qiushui thought she was familiar......

Yin Qiushui has seen the portrait of this woman -- she is actually the most beloved princess of Yongle in the current saint of the Dasheng Dynasty!

After recognizing the identity of the "dancing girl", Yin Qiushui froze in place, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

The gap between her identity and that of Princess Yongle is already like mud, how can she have an equal opportunity to have a dialogue with the high-ranking Sheng Yucheng? That being the case, isn't what she is asking for today even more ridiculous? But this is a crucial link, if it can't be done, how can she save it?

Yin Qiushui's eyes looked at the song and dance, but his thoughts drifted irrepressibly to unknown places. Around her was a huge palace of magnificence and luxury to the point of absurdity, which made her heart gradually lose and panic from reluctant calmness, and finally almost fell into an exaggerated illusion that was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

It was hard for her to understand that what was in front of her was real.

That's it - until the end of the song and dance, until Princess Yongle led a group of women to bow down to Sheng Yucheng and slowly left, Yin Qiushui still froze in place.

However, the drastic change in the atmosphere couldn't help but make her not come back to her senses-

From the extreme hustle and bustle to the ultimate dead silence in just a moment. With Sheng Yucheng's lazy gesture. Suddenly there was no sound in the whole hall—all the dancers, musicians, and attendants had retreated, the stage had been completely removed, the instruments had been moved away one after another, and even the doors and windows had been closed. The huge hall was empty in an instant, and if it weren't for the shimmering pale gold luster of the wine pool, Yin Qiushui would almost have thought that everything before was a fantasy that she didn't exist.

Caught off guard like this, only Yin Qiushui and Sheng Yucheng stood and sat in the main hall.

"Your name is Yin Qiushui, right? ”

Sheng Yucheng slowly stopped his gaze on her, and glanced up and down inexplicably. "-Why are you?"

This was the first time Sheng Yucheng really looked at her—it was at this moment that Yin Qiushui knew that the Great Zhou Tian cultivator could actually exert such a great oppressive force on her with just one look, and at this moment, she couldn't even stand still and couldn't breathe.

As she tried her best to keep her mind clear, she vaguely realized that Sheng Yucheng's focus on the affairs of Kunyang was not as simple as she thought before, and if it was just the Yin family or the Lichen Villa itself, Sheng Yucheng would definitely not be willing to talk to her alone.

Yin Qiushui tried his best to control his breathing steadily, and replied reluctantly: "Cheng Ran is in poor health, and he doesn't dare to delay the prince's actions, so he ......"

Sheng Yucheng laughed, directly interrupted what Yin Qiushui was about to say, and said coolly: "I think you have another purpose--you came here on your own, right?"

Yin Qiushui's heart was cold.

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