Now I can't care about begging, because an incomparable and wonderful space jumps in front of me, and I am stunned: there is a magnificent one-word shadow wall standing in front of me, and on the gorgeous white marble Sumeru seat, the wall body made of thousands of glass blocks exudes a green and mysterious luster. The wall pattern is gorgeously carved and exquisitely carved, and in the background of the clouds, sea, sea fairy mountains and reefs, countless huge bats in the sky pierce the clouds and fog, and the spirit beasts of different forms between the sea and land stir the wind and rain. The top of the colored wall several feet high from the ground shines in the sun, the small beast embellished on the ridge is lifelike, and the couplet below is engraved with eight golden characters of "Fushou Shuangzhi, Purple Qi from the East". On both sides of the shadow wall are more than a dozen marble flower platforms, planted with pine and bamboo, and some flowers and trees that I can't name. Bypassing the shadow wall along the verandah, it suddenly opens up, and the bright courtyard is full of flowers and birds, and the cobblestone ground is planted with Du Ruo Mulian and the golden thread heavy building. These strange flowers and plants surround a hexagonal pool, the pool is full of white mist, rockeries are concave and convex, like a fairyland. At the top of the rockery, there is a pure gold statue of nine dragons playing with pearls, the brilliance is dazzling, and the water column sprays out from the mouth of the golden dragon, floating like a jade belt, falling into the pool, scattered like broken beads. A huge Huqing stone town is directly in front of the pool, with clear lines and delicate textures, and the word "beauty" is engraved on it, exuding a cold and domineering yellow-brown luster. The long verandah is covered with embroidered carpets, and the walls of terrazzo bricks are evenly distributed with intricately carved moon holes and flower windows, which are transparent and leaking. The windows are filled with antique calligraphy and paintings, and a birdcage covered with a cloth cover hangs every few steps under the eaves of the corridor, and the chirping sound comes and goes. The owner of this place should be a refined person, and I respect him more and more.

The girl is amazed, touching here and smelling there, without any scruples. I was dazzled and cautious every step of the way, for fear that if I broke a small part, I would have to lose my money. It's no wonder that I haven't seen much of the world, the hot spring villa on Lingyun Peak has exceeded the limits of my imagination of the most luxurious building in the world, and compared to the place in front of me, it can only be regarded as a finely decorated thatched house at best. Of course, if the owner of this place really has so many skills as Abel said, it is not difficult to live such a prosperous life.

At the end of the courtyard, the willow trees are shady, and at the intersection of the verandah, there is a mandarin duck pavilion. This pavilion is surrounded by two delicate fan-shaped pavilions with heavy eaves, one is called "Tai Pavilion", and the other is called "Shuai Pavilion". In the middle of a small oval open space stood a tablet with some words inscribed, and before we could look closely, Abel had already walked out of the pavilion and passed through an archway, and we hurried to follow, and burrowed along the bluestone road into a dark and cool cave. The clear spring between the rocks is bubbling, the water is gurgling under the feet, and the night pearls are dotted with large and small nights, guiding us through the stalactites of various postures, turning around a few bends, before seeing the light of day.

Listening to the birds and smelling the flowers, we walked out of the cave and came to a place several times larger than the courtyard just now, and a huge rock on the side of the road was engraved with the word "Zanyuan". Walking in the middle of this, the light mist, the weeping willows dissolve, the green vines are covered with greenery, the fallen flowers are colorful, and the most touching thing is the lush and uniform hedges, each of which is trimmed into the shape of a hand: four fingers curled up, thumbs up. At first glance, it looks like hundreds of green-haired monsters are performing solemn religious ceremonies, which is both mysterious and shocking.

Under the watchful eyes of these "green-haired monsters", we walked through the Zanyuan Garden and came to an antique pavilion. The first time I saw it, another name popped into my mind. Although I have never seen Zhuang Bi Lou, but the legend of a brick and tile refraction into my imagination is exactly what I look like, in addition to the height of the building may be slightly inferior, its noble luxury is certainly not inferior to Zhuang Bi Lou. In view of the fact that Zhuang Bi Building has been destroyed in the war, I am afraid that the reputation of "the first floor in the world" is now unique to this building. I could not have desecrated this ingenious treasure in my own poor and vulgar language, and I would have been embarrassed to step through the door with those unwashed rag shoes had Abel not urged him to do so. The faint smoke and soft music wafted from the pavilion, and my heart was pounding, what kind of fairy-like figure should be living in such a palace?

We turned a lacquered carved screen with a marble base and rosewood border, and walked into the main hall, and were immediately dizzy and unstable by the surging fragrance and bright colors. In the middle of the lobby is a large and magnificently decorated throne, with a whole piece of jade polished seating surface glowing faintly, a three-screen rosewood backrest carved with lifelike rare birds and beasts, up and down left and right embedded with a slide of grapes-sized diamonds, showing a large "mouth" word aperture, the front end of the white and flawless ivory armrests on both sides is slightly upturned, and each provokes a canary made of pure gold. Directly in front of the throne are two rows of finely carved ebony chairs, behind which are covered with colorful pheasant tail fans, and the eight large tripods around the pestle are spitting smoke, but the fragrance that enchants us does not come from this, but from the girls with heavy makeup who stand behind the two rows of ebony chairs. They are all inlaid with gold and silver on their heads, their faces are covered with fat and aleurium, and their bodies are exposed with bumps, and the yellow and red are fluttering with white flowers, like two rows of oily and crispy sausages.

The gold-embroidered carpet under the feet of the sausages leads straight to a curtain of powder-yellow veils on the ground, and there are more than a dozen sausages on both sides of the veil playing with the golden stone silk bamboo, behind the veil is covered with moisture, and there are many people, and there are bursts of laughter, and there is the largest bath I have ever seen, much larger than the pool when I participated in the "Taste of the Soup", which can hold dozens of people, in fact, there are indeed dozens of people inside, all of them are young girls - you can distinguish from the sound of the warbler. Along with the sound, there was a rich and tangy smell of milk, and it turned out that the pool was not filled with water, but the freshest and purest milk. The veil floated, the spring color overflowed, at this moment, I had the illusion that the beauty group who had visited Qingxuguan had changed time and space and appeared here.

The only man in the pool floated at one end of the bath with his back to us, and if I had only noticed the arms spread out on the edge of the pool and the back above the water, I would never have called him a "man"—the skin was whiter than a baby, and the back was smoother than a girl's. However, his positioning allowed me to confirm his gender and identity, the third senior brother said that "everyone has their own position", and the pool full of girls in front of me laughed and screamed and flattered, all focused on the person who had his back to us. He was the center of attention, as if he had been seated. So, that's right, this must be the person we are looking for, the famous "No. 1 beautiful man in the world" back then, the strange man with unique skills in Abel's mouth.

This person is at least nearly twenty years older than me, but he is so well maintained, and he has a unique skill and white skin and beauty, which reminds me of my senior brother, the full moon night when he was scorched, and then the mountains and forests, the woman, those voices, I can't help but blush, and I have mixed feelings.

"Hosts, guests. Abel stood respectfully outside the veil and announced.

The man with his back to us raised his left arm slightly, his fist clenched slightly, as if he was pulling some valve in the air, the laughter stopped suddenly, and the pool full of pink skin and tender meat seemed to enter the cold storage, frozen like frost. The arm was slowly lowered again, holding on to the pool wall, and his shoulders shrugged slightly, "The most beautiful man in the world" was about to take a bath! I tried my best to hold the waves in my chest, holding my breath tightly, and keeping my eyes on it, for fear of missing any detail of this historic moment.

Who said that there is no perfect person in the world? The one in front of me, who stood out from the beautiful man contest with a crowd of heroes, came from the long river of the big waves and sands, carried the world's miraculous merits without messing up the rivers and lakes, was admired by the world but did not want the world, lived in seclusion on an isolated island and did not associate with the mundane, and did not lose the true character of a celebrity. What an enviable and desirable wonderful life!

Time quietly stagnates, the air seems to freeze, everything is frozen, and only this supreme noble ** is left between heaven and earth. Under the gaze of countless eyes, the first beautiful man's jade and silky skin moved out of the water inch by inch, as a person of the same sex, I was inevitably moved, this is not outrageous, several girls in the pool were excited to faint. >