At the beginning of spring, the wind and rain were slightly cloudy, it was difficult to get a few days of good sunshine, Taiyang Palace has gradually warmed up, Xu Zhaoyi's death did not smash half a splash in this historic palace, except for the maids of Shangyang Palace occasionally think of Xu Zhaoyi, and now she is called Xu Concubine's mother.

Gu Qingping changed his spring shirt, because he was still in filial piety, the spring shirt was also black, decorated with light gray embroidered silk, plain silver ware was decorated in the ink hair, clean like the moon of nine autumns, pretty like the flowers of three springs, staring at the eyebrows, and smiling could not reach the bottom of the eyes.

Tao Yao was also dressed plainly and calmly poured tea for her.

Gu Qingping took a sip and said, "Today I want to go to Qiongyulou to find an ancient book, you don't have to follow me." ”

Tao Yao nodded to indicate that she knew, straightened her clothes, and sent her out of Shangyang Palace.

The palace road is the same as before, but people are not things, walking on this long palace road again, her mood is different from the past, she has a purpose, her heart is no longer the same as in the past, if there is no accident, Qiong Yulou will be her last chance.

Cheng Hou is waiting, and she is waiting.

Qiongyulou is still quiet, the turmoil seems to never reach this pavilion that collects poetry and books, Gu Qingping walked in, stepped on the cobblestone path, the green pine and white stones on the side of the road, there is still some residual snow left, it is cold.

She stepped into the largest library, where the fragrance of bamboo and wood mixed with the scent of ink made people feel calm, and tens of thousands of books were placed on the huge shelves, and dust flew in the air.

Gu Qing walked between these bookshelves that he had walked by since he was a child, his eyes swept over one roll after another of bamboo slips, and his unhurried pace sounded softly in the building.

She hadn't found the book she was looking for, so she read it layer by layer, and when she reached the third floor, not long after she left, a voice as faint as a clear spring sounded from the depths:

"What books are you looking for?"

Gu Qingping was slightly startled, knowing that the person couldn't see it, she still held the disciple salute and said: "The "Folding Flowers" written by Mr. Chen Wu Fengdao has been heard for a long time and has not been seen. ”

The man pondered for a moment: "Wu Fengdao is not obvious in history, the only commendable thing is this "Folding Flowers", it just so happens that there is indeed a collection in the building, you can take it." ”

Gu Qingping gathered his clothes and walked slowly.

The light gradually brightened, and in the dust flying all over the room, she first saw a corner of white clothes, without any patterns, and then up, there was a long body full of ink, and only a hosta tied the hair.

The man faced her, holding a roll of bamboo slips, the white jade-like skin was exposed to the air, and the white light behind her was haloed with a different style, she saw that the man's eyes were deep, like a sea, so that people could not glimpse half of it, and as if in that ocean to see the vast sky and sky, so that people only felt vast.

Gu Qingping had never seen such a vastness, what kind of vastness had those eyes seen to have such a turbulent and boundless look.

The young man in white's face was slightly pale, it was difficult to see blood, it was a face that only people who lived on the top of the snow-capped mountains all year round had, he lowered his eyes and looked at Gu Qingping, his gaze seemed to shoot from a distant place, through the mountain passes and fog, and finally fell on her.

He was looking at her, not at her.

Gu Qingping's heart was slightly weird, and his qi cultivation kung fu was not very profound, so it was easy for the young man to see the clues, and he smiled slightly: "It turned out that Her Royal Highness the princess was in person, and the grass people had eyes and didn't know Mount Tai, so the princess forgave me." He raised his hand and saluted.

Gu Qingping also smiled politely: "Sir, you don't have to be like this, there are only students and sages in Qiongyu Building, and there is no distinction between dignity and inferiority." ”

The young man took out a scroll from the bamboo slips piled up on his side and handed it to her: "The "Folding Flowers" that His Highness wants is here. ”

Gu Qingping stepped forward and took it with both hands, thanked him again, and then asked, "I don't know Mr.'s surname?" ”

The young man smiled in his eyes: "I can't talk about honorific surnames." Under the surname Zhong, the name Heng, the word Xuanji. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Xuanji." Gu Qingping was thoughtful, holding the bamboo slip in his hand, and stepped back.

Mr. Xuanji looked at her and smiled like a spring breeze: "If Your Highness is fine, you can often come to Qiongyulou to read books, and the grass people are here every day." ”

Gu Qingping bowed his head and went down three floors. Standing in front of the library pavilion, she looked back, it turned out that the disciple of Wensheng was actually such a bright and clear appearance, but there was one point, this Mr. Xuanji looked at her eyes, as if he was looking at an old man, and if he looked closely, he seemed to be a little excited.

She was a little confused by the second monk.

Mr. Xuanji sat high in the building, with a mountain of bamboo slips at hand, he leaned on the handrail, and he could clearly remember the appearance of the third princess when he first saw it, such a charm, such a demeanor, it did not disappoint him.

"Taking "Folding Flowers" as a guide, throwing bricks and attracting jade, it is worthy of ...... Three princesses. ”

In his forty-fifth year, passing through Tanyuan Mountain, he saw the apricot blossoms in the mountains and mountains, and then rose into the folded flowers, and wrote the most famous masterpiece of his life, "Folding Flowers".

Although in the name of folding flowers, the content of the book has nothing to do with folding flowers, he started with apricot blossoms, talked about the way of the king, said that the king's behavior needs to conform to the people's livelihood, and proposed that the people are the foundation of the world, the king is also in the people, and the defeat is also in the people, so that the wind of benevolence is popular in the world.

However, at that time, the former Chen royal family was tyrannical and unreasonable, and on the grounds that Wu Fengdao's remarks were vainly discussing the king, he ordered him to be executed when he was forty-six years old, and also burned the "Folding Flowers".

When Gu Qingping looked for this book, what was he expressing to him.

As everyone knows, now the family is in charge, the royal family is declining, and the people are suffering in the family.

Mr. Xuanji smiled.