In the past few days, on the branches in Chang'an City, a lot of magpies have stopped chattering, and they have been talking to me in pairs outside the window from morning to night, making Qingya feel uncomfortable.

Before I knew it, it was the seventh day of the seventh month of July.

Early this morning, Hua Qing'er mysteriously ran out of the door, Qingya asked her where she was going, and she just whispered, "Wait for me to come back."

In the afternoon, there was a shower in Chang'an, and the rain washed away the residual heat of late summer and early autumn, and the rain stopped as evening approached.

The rain quickly dissipated, and the sky seemed to be washed and clear, like a sapphire hanging in the sky.

A colorful rainbow stood on the horizon, and the magpies hovering over Chang'an flew towards the rainbow until they disappeared.

Did they go to the Milky Way and build a magpie bridge, so that the two stars of Morning Glory and Weaver Girl could meet?

And under the Hongqiao, there seems to be a fairy stepping on the sunset.

The water-colored long skirt embroidered with peonies is draped in a white jade-colored scattered flower gauze, and the smoke and haze on the cloud-like gauze are bright.

The feather coat is like clouds, and the snow-colored skin is like jade, is the jade rabbit in the Moon Palace coming to the world to play?

The golden phoenix on the hollow carved glass hairpin spreads its wings, as if it wants to soar into the sky, and a few small fishtail braids are braided between the soft hair, she comes with a smile, and the sunset in the sky has become light because of her.

As she got closer, Qingya found that her eyebrows were painted with two blood-colored vertical lines, and a blue blood mark in the middle was like the mark of a god.

The corners of her eyes were dyed with vermilion ink, and the white lines were like clouds and wings, flying in the corners of her eyes, and under her left eye, a small, pitch-black nameless flower bloomed on her cheeks.

Watching her walk towards her step by step from the courtyard gate, Qingya looked at her blankly, forgetting everything for a while.

"Hey, don't look, it's getting dark."

Hua Qing'er stretched out her right hand and shook it in front of Qingya's eyes, and someone woke up like a dream.

"How's that, it's pretty."

Hua Qing'er leaned her face in front of Qingya, so close that the cheeks of the two seemed to be able to stick together.

The girl's fragrance entered Qingya's sense of smell and tugged at his heartstrings.

"It's too close to see clearly."

Even if the heart is surging and the words come to the mouth, they are just such ordinary words.

"Hmph, who cares about you, I'm going shopping."

Hua Qing'er pursed the corners of her mouth and pushed the green cliff away, and with a brisk step, she staggered out of the courtyard gate like a white rabbit.

Qingya behind him touched his nose in embarrassment, and followed awkwardly.

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win and there are countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can they be there, morning and twilight?

The short dusk faded quickly, and tonight, it was the Qixi Festival. The entire Vermilion Bird Street and the entire Chang'an City are immersed in the atmosphere of the garden party.

At the foot of the imperial city, a flower boat more than ten zhang high is moored on the square, the lanterns are about to burn, and the glass shines like stars in the sky.

On the deck layer after layer, the ladies who are as luxurious as peonies dance and sprinkle pieces of begonia petals. From this point on, every street and alley is full of flowers.

On the corner of the street, someone erected a pergola, and the ground was covered with soft hay, on which were placed dark green watermelons.

The maidens sat around and whispered, and it was said that if anyone heard Vega's whispers in the melon shed on this day, she would reap the blessings of Vega and be united with her beloved forever.

The grand event of Chang'an has never belonged only to human beings, thousands of demons and ghosts living under the same sky, with the beautiful scenery of good days, are also here.

At the embroidery booth, a girl in a chiffon white dress easily threaded the silk thread into the pinhole against the wind, and according to custom, she would be blessed with the most beautiful red skills.

However, these seem to be of little use to her, because her body is a snow-white spider, and threading needles is a piece of cake for her.

As if sensing that someone was watching her, she turned her head to look at Qingya, waved at her, and smiled.

Qingya was about to return the salute with her fists, when she suddenly saw another pair of hands stretched out from her armpits, and two pairs of eyes opened again on her forehead.

For a while, the eldest and the second and the third smiled at themselves together.

Even Qingya already knew her identity, she still felt a little frightened, and quickly took Hua Qing'er's hand and ran away.

When the woman saw Qingya running away, she covered the corners of her mouth with her cuffs and smiled even more happily.

Qingya, on the other hand, was a little depressed, and the abilities brought by this needle were not all useful.

Before Qingya could stand firmly, he suddenly felt a rumbling sound under his feet, but Qingya looked around, but he didn't find anything approaching, and there was still joy and peace all around.

But Qingya heard it clearly, it was the sound of dusty horses' hooves on the earth.

"What's wrong with you, do you feel something?"

Hua Qing'er noticed the strangeness of Qingya and hurriedly asked.

Qingya took her hand, and in an instant, a deafening sound also reached Hua Qing'er's ears.

The two of them looked north, and the direction in which the voice came from seemed to be Lishan.

In a moment, the two of them felt a sense of oppression in the world.

At this time, there was a dark vehicle driven by eight horses, the pitch-black body was close to the cold metal, and just stopping on the side of the road made people feel a powerful majesty.

Behind the carriage, there was a queue of black-armored troops, dancing and dancing, as if they were on the march.

can have such a spirit, I am afraid that only the Son of Heaven travels.

But the man in the car is by no means the son of today, whether it is the carriage or the armor, it is mainly Xuanse, and the dynasty that respects Xuanse comes from Lishan......

There is no doubt that the person in the car is the first emperor of the ages who swept the six countries, Qin Shi Huang.

Both of them were a little shocked, and they never thought that this legendary figure had not entered the reincarnation of the afterlife.

He really did what he said before his death, even after death, he still ruled the underground world.

At this moment, in front of the two of them, there is a thick history.

The door curtain of the carriage was lifted, dressed in a dark dragon robe, wearing a crown of twelve bead curtains, the former king walked out of the car, he was like an elder, quietly watching today's prosperous Chang'an.

"Once, I thought that the Great Qin would be passed down from generation to generation until eternity. Today, the Han, Wei, Shu, Wu, Jin, Sui, to this day, the world is no longer my world.

Xianyang ...... Chang'an ......"

This emperor of the ages, looking at today's Chang'an, sighed slightly, and then laughed loudly.

"Do you say you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear, and have the same enmity with the son! ”

Singing the old song, he returned to the car, and thousands of Xuanjia turned around together and went straight to Lishan.

"That person is really the first emperor recorded in the book?"

Until now, Hua Qinger is still a little suspicious, and the characters in history suddenly came to her, and anyone would be a little stunned.

At this moment, a Taoist dressed in a navy blue Taoist robe, tied a mixed yuan bun, and holding a white cloud floating dust came to the two of them.

He bowed slightly, and opened his mouth to be the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.

"The two little friends saw the emperor regularly. In fact, you don't need to panic, every festival, His Majesty the First Emperor will come here from Lishan, presumably also reminiscing about the eventful years of the past.

This Chang'an City, people and non-people live here, there are more interesting things waiting for the two to discover in the future, here, Poor Dao wishes the two of them a fruitful trip to Chang'an. ”

With that, the Taoist priest disappeared in front of the two of them.

It seems that the Imperial City of the Son of Heaven is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and it seems that the monk in the foundation building period is really not enough.

After this incident, the two did not encounter any strange things. After Hua Qing'er failed to beg for a few attempts, she angrily pulled Qingya to eat.

Looking at the girl in front of him who turned his anger into appetite, Qingya felt that it was also a very interesting thing to watch others eat, and if he could, he would like to watch her eat every day.

Of course, he was also willing to watch his master eat.

But Shizun's meal was much smaller than herself, and every time she finished eating, she sat there quietly watching herself eat.

"Unexpectedly, we actually met the legendary First Emperor, the legendary figure who thinks he has made meritorious contributions to the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors of Degao."

Because Fang Cai's experience was too shocking, the two still talked about this topic.

"It's just that he looks a little sentimental now?"

Hua Qing'er drank Fanbang's pomegranate juice, and the sour taste made her frown.

"Because his empire no longer exists, even he himself has turned into a pinch of loess. The glance we just glanced at him spanned more than 900 years. ”

"But this world is still that world, whether it is Qin or Han, after a few hundred years, no matter how prosperous the dynasty is, it will disappear."

watched Hua Qing'er quietly move the pomegranate juice in front of herself, and then quietly moved the watermelon juice in front of herself in front of herself. Qingya pretended not to see it, and took a sip of the cup as if nothing had happened.

Tsk, it's very sour, indeed.

"Mr. Wolong once said that the world must be divided for a long time, and it must be divided for a long time. We are now fortunate to have been born in the heyday of our dynasty, away from the chaos and strife of war.

Even more fortunate is that we have stepped into the path of spiritual practice, and we don't seem to be mediocre.

In the future, we will have a long life, hundreds, thousands of years, to see the vicissitudes of the world.

But even in a long life, there will be a day when it will disappear.

Sister Qing'er, look at the sky. ”

Hua Qing'er looked in the direction of Qingya's finger, and what she saw was not the bright moon, but the endless, vast starry sky.

"Master once told me that the moonlight that shines on us is not its own light. And those stars are from hundreds of millions of years. ”