The cold curtain is engraved with a colorful phoenix, dancing, proud as the independent lone of the world, and fiery and colorful as the colorful stones in the Yao Pond dazzling.

On the bronze coffee table is a chic bronze incense burner, purple smoke slowly rises, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance, which makes people feel calm. The paper fan is placed on the side of the incense burner at will, slightly opened, and the calligraphy can be vaguely seen to be vigorous and powerful, but also chic and casual.

The window is half-hidden, and outside the window is an endless series of majestic green mountains, and the waterfall pours down from the top of the mountain, like water in the sky, I don't know where it flows.

Faintly someone hummed a Sanskrit song, long and long, as if the picture scroll was gently rolling, and the blood of the acacia was scattered in the smoke.

He Huan walked out of bed barefoot, the floor was covered with velvet carpet, and it was as soft as walking on the clouds. Next to it is a stove, in which the carbon wood turns from black to red, and a little spark splashes out, transmitting warmth to the fingertips of the acacia.

Here, it's so quiet that you want to retreat. It seems that the person who brought himself back took good care of himself. How many days have you been asleep?

"Girl, are you awake?" Yingying walked over to a maid with a delicate face, holding a silver basin with a smile: "Girl, might as well wash up first?"

"Thank you, can you take the liberty of asking where this is, and how long have I been asleep?"

The maid smiled and said, "This is the Vermilion Bird Pavilion, and it has been three days since the pavilion master brought the girl back. The pavilion master instructed the girl to be overly sad, and instructed the good students to serve and not to make any mistakes. ”

There was an inexplicable warmth in Hehuan's heart, he was ignorant, and it was not easy to take care of him with affection, so he hurriedly said: "Thank you." There is labor. ”

The maid took the basin and withdrew from the door, leaving Hehuan alone in front of the window.

Outside the window, the mountains are full of pink-colored flowers, one by one competing for beauty and bustling.

Among the flowers are blue butterflies, flying and circling freely in the flowers.

Not far away, there is an emerald green lake, sparkling in the sun, like an emerald jade pendant hanging from the neck of the flower field. Several maids dressed in light veils laughed and played on the lake's edge, and the raised droplets splashed in beautiful arcs.

"You're here at the right time, when the danqing flowers are blooming. I don't know when the girl in pink that day was already standing outside the window.

"Thank you girl for taking you in, I am not very grateful. Hehuan said hurriedly.

"The girl doesn't have to be polite, Pink Butterfly is also acting on the orders of the pavilion master. The pink-clothed girl who called herself Pink Butterfly smiled slightly. It can be seen that she likes the temperament of Hehuan.

He Huan hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Sister, do you know why the pavilion master took me in?"

Pink Butterfly smiled and shook her head: "I, Lan Yi, Zi Chan, and Lu Gu are all envoys of the Vermilion Bird Pavilion, and we only obey the orders of the pavilion master, and we have never asked the pavilion master for his actions. The Pavilion Master has his own opinions, and we will act according to orders. ”

In this way, then all this was instructed by the woman in white clothes and covering her face that day? But I didn't know each other, why did I bring myself back? Seeing that this place is not an ordinary family, Hehuan couldn't help but ask: "Can you ask the name of the lower pavilion master?"

Pink Butterfly hesitated slightly, and said, "Ruoshuang." ”

Hehuan struggled to find information about the name "Wakashuang" in his memory, and the name didn't seem to come to mind. So where did the familiarity of that day come from?

Seeing that Hehuan bowed her head and was silent, Fan Die said: "Although the pavilion master is as cold as frost and rarely speaks, he has always been very broad-minded, and the girl is relieved to stay, so there is no need to worry about it." ”

Hehuan withdrew from his thoughts, nodded hurriedly, and said continuously: "I'm bothered." ”

Pink Butterfly smiled slightly and waved her hand lightly: "The pavilion master has instructed that the girl can live here permanently, so there is no need to worry." ”

Living here for a long time, Hehuan felt a warm current in his heart, and the pavilion master really took good care of himself. But thinking that he hadn't found out the truth about the destruction of the village and lived in seclusion here, he couldn't help but reply: "Thanks to the good intentions of the pavilion master, I am not very grateful." It's just that Hehuan still has a wish to come true, and I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the pavilion master. ”

Pink Butterfly looked at Hehuan's firm eyes and sighed: "Okay, everything is fate, the pavilion master has expected the girl's decision." ”

Hehuan was shocked, what is the identity of the Lord of Ruoshuang Pavilion, how can he know everything about himself?

Pink Butterfly got up slightly: "The girl may wish to walk around at will, Pink Butterfly still has something to do, so she will leave first." ”

Hehuan nodded, watching the pink butterfly go away.

All of this is a little unreal. And the sun is shining, and it is bright.

Hehuan put on a cloak, stepped out of the threshold, and down the wooden steps is a sea of danqing flowers. The gust of wind comes with a faint fragrance, and the smell feels like the tip of the nose is full of flowers.

Only then did Hehuan realize that the entire Vermilion Bird Pavilion was surrounded by an endless sea of danqing flowers. Such a beautiful landscape painting, I really want to sleep in such a beautiful scenery, as if I forget all the sorrows, only a glass of wine, can be drunk for a thousand years.

"Thank you for the success of the pavilion master, remember it in my heart. A familiar voice sounded behind his ears.

Isn't it...... He?