The first rays of the dawn rose from behind the mountains, shining on the mountains, and Zhuo Zangfeng had already leaped in front of the Boundless Divine Palace. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zaligu, who lived halfway up the mountain, heard the sound of the horse's hooves like thunder, and saw Zhuo Zangfeng rolling away without pause, so he had to put down the rice bowl he had just eaten and chased after him.

Zhuo Zangfeng sat on horseback, staring at the vast mountains, the pine waves between the thousands of peaks and ravines, the palace in front of him was magnificent, and the eaves and corners wanted to stretch out of the clouds, and he couldn't help but feel his heart ripple.

Zaligu ran to the horse, grabbed the bridle with one hand, raised his head and said to Zhuo Zangfeng: "Hurry down! You can't ride a horse here, if Aunt Qiu Fengping sees it, it will be troublesome!"

Zhuo Zangfeng saw his anxious look and didn't want to embarrass him, so he jumped off the horse, watched Zaligu lead the horse away, and waited here according to his words.

At this time, it was the breakfast time for the palace personnel, the maids in colorful clothes and the graceful laymen walked into the palace in twos and threes, and the sunlight sprinkled ten thousand golden rays, covering the white marble steps in front of the shrine, as if they were stepping on the auspicious clouds.

A young maid glanced at Zhuo Zangfeng, pulled her companion's shirt, and whispered, "That guy came again yesterday." ”

The companion glanced away, dropped a meaningful smile, and hurried away.

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at the Zhiwuya Divine Palace in the morning light, and looked at those female cultivators who were dressed like fairies, and really had some doubts that he was in the Immortal Mountain.

didn't wait for Zaligu to come up, but saw Mo Ya standing at the gate of the palace with a smile on her face.

She paused on the steps for a moment, and saw Zhuo Zangfeng standing at the bottom of the steps, with a smile like a flower on his face, and walked over quickly, naturally putting her hand in the crook of his arm.

This is a habit developed in the Iron Imperial Floating Slaughter, in the Qingshui Mu Palace, when it was full of crises and the future was uncertain, when Zhuo Zangfeng was like a blind man, and Mo Ya led him in this way.

Zhuo Zangfeng smelled the familiar smell on her body and said with a smile: "Mo Ya, I am not blind anymore. ”

Mo Ya hurriedly let go of her hand and took a step back, a shy flush on her face.

"I forgot!" she said, suddenly hiding her laughter, and after laughing, she said, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? ”

A bowl of fungus golden needle soup, two steamed buns, this is the breakfast of the Zhiwuya Divine Palace, watching Zhuo Zangfeng finish eating, Mo Ya urged to ask if it was enough.

Zhuo Zangfeng waved his hand to indicate that it was enough, and then remembered that his way was the same as when he was blind, and thought to himself that he was really used to killing people! Now he is no longer a Tang envoy, and his eyes are better, Mo Ya's current status is far above himself, and he is not qualified to put up a fight in front of him.

Fortunately, Mo Ya didn't care at all, but chattered endlessly about how His Royal Highness Yueyue treated her well, treated her as a sister, and asked him back and forth, and even expressed his opinions on the ranking of the Qingyun List.

Then she suddenly remembered something, and her smile was even stronger: "Said: "His Royal Highness Yueyue also asked me to invite you, and I was still thinking about where to find you in the huge Chang'an, so you sent it to the door." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng was slightly surprised, "What did your princess call me?"

Mo Ya sighed and said: "No one can guess what His Highness is doing, I thought about it all night last night, and I don't know what she said about creation." ”

"What creation?"

"You will know when you see Your Highness, I want to know before you. After Mo Ya finished speaking, she looked thoughtful, and suddenly asked again: "Tell me, why did you come to the Divine Palace early in the morning?"

Zhuo Zangfeng thought about it and said, "I came to find the master, and I want to borrow to live in Yaoshan to prepare for next year's Qingyun List." ”

Mo Ya listened and said with a smile: "The master didn't know where to go last night, but His Highness can also call the shots in this matter." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng frowned and said, "So you have to see your princess?"

Mo Ya saw the unhappy look on his face, and said in surprise: "Don't you even plan to see His Royal Highness Yueyue of my family?!"

Zhuo Zangfeng said: "It's best not to see it, I want to cultivate, and I don't want to let many boring things delay time." ”

Moya's eyes widened, "Oh my God, since I came here, I don't know how many princes and grandsons want to be received by His Royal Highness, but you actually think it's a boring thing?"

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at her surprised expression and said very seriously: "Mo Ya, I don't have any contempt for your princess, I really don't want anything to disturb my cultivation. ”

Thinking that he couldn't practice and still couldn't absorb the vitality, he was inexplicably a little lost.

Mo Ya said to herself: "You are really a little weird! But today you can see it, and you can see it if you don't see it, I decide!"

Zhuo Zangfeng didn't want to brush her kindness, so he said helplessly: "In that case, you hurry up and inform the princess." ”

Mo Ya's face returned to joy, and said: "After breakfast, the envoy of the Yanzhi Kingdom will come to resign, and His Royal Highness is dealing with this matter, so you can wait patiently for a while!"

Zhuo Zangfeng couldn't, so he accompanied her for a conversation. Xiao Ni got the news and walked over to say hello, and expressed her gratitude, saying that Zaligu could not enter the shrine casually without permission, and asked him to bear with him.

Zhuo Zangfeng saw that there were women coming and going in the Boundless Divine Palace, and thought to himself that it was no wonder that Zhaligu could not enter, it turned out that there was a difference between men and women, it seems that this Divine Palace has strict rules, no wonder it stands impressively in the Tang Dynasty, and the emperors of all dynasties regard it as a holy place.

At this time, Mo Ya walked over there to serve His Royal Highness Yueyue, he felt quite bored, he only felt very inconvenient in this place full of women, and he felt a little unhappy all over his body, thinking that he would meet the princess early and leave this place quickly.

After waiting for a while, Mo Ya still didn't come over, thinking that the original text of Zhuangzi had been silently recited, for such a long time, could it be that the envoy of the country had not left?

The corridor outside is tortuous, and there is a faint smell of incense into the nostrils, and the glazed tiles above the heavy hall are shining with golden light, which is somewhat dazzling.

Zhuo Zangfeng walked aimlessly, and he didn't know how to walk to that hall, only to hear a slight sigh from the hall in front of him.

Suddenly, it sounded like a spring breeze blowing through the clear water, and the voice was soft and tactful.

"There are so many of you who can't write out my feelings. The painter painted me too solemnly, but why don't you want to think about it? A poem can express my feelings. I wanted to reassure my father and let him know that his daughter had not been wronged at all in Datang, and that there was nothing to worry about. ”

"These poems are either praise of merit or praise and flattery, and anyone can see that they are fake, how can this be hidden from my father?"

"You are all erudite and Confucian, and you usually boast that you are full of wealth, why can't you even write a poem that is appropriate to the occasion at this moment?"

"Now that my envoy from the Great Yan Kingdom is about to leave Chang'an, I will find a painter to redraw a ...... It was too late, I just wanted my father to see the portrait of his daughter, and tell him that his daughter was grown up and happy. ”

The crisp voice in the hall was like the chirping of a yellow warbler, but there seemed to be an extremely painful taste in the words, occasionally mixed with the undisguised sobs of the speaker.

This is Her Royal Highness Yanzhiguo Yueyue, she is innocent in front of anyone and does not hide her emotions at all.

When Zhuo Zangfeng heard this, he looked through the gap in the window and saw a picture of a lady hanging on one side, and the person who spoke was just blocked by the picture and couldn't see his appearance.

There were twenty or thirty white-haired Confucian scholars in the hall, all standing with their hands tied, and behind them were chairs, but they all had respectful expressions, and no one dared to sit down, and no one said a word.

Mo Ya and Xiao Ni stood on the side with their hands down, silent.

After a moment of silence, I could still hear the soft cry, the faint but painful feeling, like the white ice surface quietly shattering.

This voice is full of love for the homeland, and it is all the daughter's love for her father, which makes Zhuo Zangfeng, an orphan, feel inexplicably sad.

Thinking of this month, His Royal Highness Yueyue cried in front of everyone, and it was really spotless, so he couldn't help but walk to the door and said loudly: "Isn't it just a poem that expresses longing, what's so difficult about it." ”