Palace.

High willow deep bamboo, emerald hanging clothes.

The stone bones are craggy, and after washing, they are bright and white, and the texture is vertical and horizontal.

In the pond that is not big or small, the water and trees are bright, and the lotus leaves fall in it.

The wind blows, the bamboo leaves sound, the water waves, and the light and shadow are cold.

In it, Xiao Suo is cold, not like midsummer, but like late autumn.

Emperor Li Longji was half-leaning on the soft couch, his sideburns were frosty white, and he was old, his knees were covered with a blanket, his eyes were cloudy, and he looked at the field.

There, there are more than a dozen dancing girls, dressed exquisitely, with long sleeves and slow belts, around the body like a ring, once scratching the ground, between the dances, the fragrant wind gusts, the sound of rings.

The shadows are chaotic, the blue and red skirts, the tone is gorgeous, and the fairy dances.

It should only be heard in heaven and a few times in the world.

Li Longji's expression was wooden, but he was just hearing the sentence "Where are the people, a curtain of light moon, as if shining in color." Tears broke down in her eyes, wetting her clothes.

Compassion comes from the heart and is difficult to suppress.

"Your Majesty,"

Gao Lishi came over with a kettle, and screamed softly, this scene, even if he saw it many times, he still felt uncomfortable, since the crown prince ascended the throne as the emperor, the emperor lived in seclusion here, he missed the concubine day and night, and washed his face with tears.

Heaven and man are separated and will never meet.

The ambitions of the early years have turned into this bone-eating lovesickness.

Li Longji raised his hand tremblingly, pointed to the dance in the field, his voice was inaudible, and said, "When I composed this song, my concubine often wore a gorgeous feather coat, pretending to be a fairy, standing at the front, with a beautiful posture, not touching the dust, and beautiful. Now I'm still there, dancing non-stop, but the concubine is gone. ”

Speaking of this, Li Longji's body staggered and almost fell off the couch.

Gao Lishi hurriedly stepped forward, supported the emperor, looked at the old man in front of him who was weak, and persuaded, "Your Majesty, mourn." Ge Zhenjun has already invited that Linqiong Taoist priest with great magical powers, and with the other party's magical powers, he will definitely succeed. ”

Gao Lishi is an old courtier who follows the emperor, and he is the most loyal, speaking sincerely, comforting, "If the concubine returns to the yang, how sad it should be to see the emperor like this." ”

"Good, good, good. ”

When the Emperor heard this, he quickly wiped away the tears on his cheeks with his sleeve, forced a smile, and said, "In order to be able to wait for the concubine to return to the yang, I have to be good." ”

At this time, a little eunuch outside came in and said, "Gonggong Zhang is here with Ge Zhenjun and is waiting outside." ”

When the Emperor Taishang heard this, his expression became excited, he asked the eunuch in front of him to help him get up, and said continuously, "Ge Zhenjun is here, please, please come in!"

"Yes. ”

The little eunuch agreed, and after a while, the footsteps started, and a Taoist came in from outside, with his hair combed in a bun, obliquely inserted into a wooden hairpin, dressed in purple, embroidered with insects, birds, flowers and fish, and the literature and science were delicate, and the lotus root was broken and connected.

The Taoist holds the dust, his temples are snow-white, but his eyes are like the water of a deep pool.

Just by looking at it, I fell into it in a trance, and it was difficult to extricate myself.

Just looking at the weather, it's extraordinary.

"Your Majesty. ”

The Taoist came to the field, bowed, and looked calm, and the ancient well did not wave.

"Ge Zhenjun,"

Li Longji leaned forward slightly, his cloudy eyes burst out with brilliance, as if burning violently, and asked in an anxious voice, "What did that Linqiong Daoist say?"

Ge Zhenjun lowered his head slightly, looking at the thin old man in front of him, he was really drooping and old, and there was no trace of the domineering and calm that created the prosperous era of Kaiyuan back then, he sighed faintly in his heart, the original distracting thoughts were cut away, only indifference and ruthlessness remained, but the voice was surprisingly peaceful, if the wind between the branches and leaves, the clear water was long, and the clouds and sunshine were crossed, and he replied, "Your Majesty, Linqiong Dao is a genius in the sky, and the magic channel technique is ten times more than me, and with him, it is foolproof." ”

Ge Zhenjun swayed in his hand, his voice was unhurried, very clear, and said, "Maybe it is really Your Majesty's affection for the concubine Niangniang who moved the heavens, and it is possible that a great person like Daoist Linqiong came into being to help His Majesty fulfill his wishes." ”

The cultivators in the system seem to have a cold face and a cold heart, but they are also very good at talking.

Li Longji was very happy, he had a light on his face, swept away the haze, and instructed Gao Lishi to send tea to Ge Daoren, the fragrance of tea was faint, diffused in the sparse shadows, or cloudy or sunny, mixed with shadows, he smiled, and said, "Ge Zhenjun has the greatest credit, if it weren't for your recommendation, Linqiong Dao people would not have fallen into the eyes of widows so quickly." ”

Li Longji paused, saw Ge Daoren take a sip of tea, and then said, "I don't know when the Linqiong Dao people are going to do it? ”

"The emperor's mood, Poor Dao knows. ”

Ge Zhenjun put down the carved flowers and hugged the jade dragon teacup, and in his eyes, the light suddenly appeared, and then disappeared, and said, "Now the poor Dao is letting the Dao officials of the Daolu Division cooperate with the halberd of the Sun and Moon Guard, and make arrangements in advance. ”

"Be quick. ”

Li Longji sat up straight, waved his hand to let Gao Lishi take away the blanket covering his body, he leaned forward, there was a kind of condescending, as if he had returned to the domineering of life and death back then, and said word by word, "If anyone dares to work and don't contribute, or drag his feet, he can't be spared!"

The words fell, in the void, the cloud circle was dizzy, layer upon layer, among the purple and green, the hidden dragon eyes opened, only a line, cold and majestic, looking down in all directions.

Look closely, the divine dragon commands the law and prohibits ghosts and gods.

All weird, don't step into the thunder pool for half a step.

Even Ge Zhenjun jumped in his eyelids, suppressing the restless soul in his sea of consciousness, the lion still has residual power, not to mention the former true dragon?

"It's a pity,"

Ge Zhenjun saw that the dragon qi was hidden, and shook his head secretly, in the end, there is a new emperor on the throne, the dragon vein has a master, and the power is not as good as before, but it can be.

If the true empire is at its peak and people's hearts are cohesive, then I am afraid that I will not even be able to get out of my body in the depths of the palace.

"Your Majesty,"

Ge Daoren stabilized his mind, suppressed the thoughts that came out, and said, "We will definitely go all out to help Your Majesty fulfill your long-cherished wish." ”

"Haha,"

Li Longji laughed a few times, and personally lifted the kettle, refilled the tea cup of Ge Daoren, and said, "Then wait for the good news of Zhenjun." ”

Ge Daoren drank a cup of tea peacefully before leaving the palace.

In the city, there is a lot of activity.

After the Hongqiao, the surrounding turns are surrounded by water, the horizontal oblique shadow, and the neighbors are small.

Thousands of lotus lanterns, coming down from the top, the lanterns and the water color are shining, swaying, and there is the light of glass.

Ge Zhenjun was just about to walk up, suddenly sensed, looked up, and saw a flat boat along the water, on the head of the boat, there was a person standing with his hands in his hands, with a majestic posture, a bronze mask covering his face, only his eyes, bright and bright.

The whole person stood on the head of the boat, as steady as a mountain.

Ge Daoren paused, and in his eyes, there were stars at a glance, and in the green, they were particularly dazzling, and they also looked at the past.

The two eyes collided,-for-tat.

After a while, the boat crossed the bridge and disappeared, Ge Daoren frowned, waved his sleeves and left, only a curling voice remained, and said, "Great Commander." ”