After resting in the Phantom Flower Palace for the night, Rong Pian's injuries were much better, and he took his leave and wanted to go down the mountain to ask the merchant for an explanation.

Weaving dreams have no opinion on this, but Zhu'an gently admonished Rong Lian to heal his injuries first, presumably such a dirty thing was revealed, how could the merchant be found so easily, and Rong Lian was not familiar with Phantom Flower Lake City, so it was better to stay and heal his injuries first, and mentioned that Rong Lian was suffering from a serious illness, and Zhu'an also wanted to take some time to check Rong Lian's body and understand the condition of the disease to study the treatment method.

The injuries suffered by the attack can be easily cured, but peach blossom tuberculosis is a stubborn disease, the body and bones are already weak due to illness, and it is easy to aggravate the condition due to external injuries.

Rong Lian didn't say much after listening to the persuasion, and accepted the love of Zhu'an to stay and recuperate.

The stone room was also unusually cold during the day, and the weather was sunny during the day, so he moved Zhang Zhu to the courtyard and let Rong Lian lie down and bask in the sun.

Although the main hall of the Phantom Flower Palace is hidden in the mountain, the backyard is indeed built on a cliff, and you can see the blue sky without obstruction.

Rong Lian was lying on the bamboo with one arm on his pillow, and the simple lying posture he did casually was very pleasing to the eye.

When mentioning the peach blossom tuberculosis, Rong Lian's beautiful Danfeng eyes drooped slightly, and he raised his other hand in front of his eyes.

Like the others, they were beautiful and pale hands, with slender wrist bones and slender fingers, so pale that the blue-blue veins underneath could be clearly seen through the skin.

After staring at it for a moment, Rong Lian's tone couldn't hear the joy and sorrow, and said lightly: "The blood in this body is always flowing, just like my life is forever withering. ”

As a healer, he has seen too many births, old age, sickness and death, he should have been accustomed to the impermanence of life and death, but he was naturally kind-hearted and always felt too cruel, and could understand the desire to live. As a doctor, when he was helpless, he sighed in his heart and blamed himself, if he was stronger, he would be able to help them.

After a moment, Zhu An continued to move in his hand, and said warmly: "No one's life will not pass, the blood in the body will actually change by self-death, but they are still flowing desperately, they are all working so hard, people should be able to." If you don't know if there will be a tomorrow, then let's live today. ”

Rong Lian laughed softly when she heard this, and her eyes became more and more moving.

"What you said is very interesting, and I like it. ”

He put down his hand, closed his eyes, and whispered: "The stubborn disease brought out by beating my mother's womb, when I began to remember, everyone around me always looked at me with pity, and the most they said to me was 'You, you will not live to be eighteen years old', sighing, sad, rarely hear such words. ”

Before Zhu'an could answer, Rong Lian suddenly felt a faint fragrance of flowers on the tip of her nose, opened her eyes and was startled, a large handful of bright red flowers with dew was close at hand, and Weaving Dream poked her head out from behind the bouquet.

"And how old are you?"

Rong Lian looked at her and replied stunned: "Eighteen ......"

Weaving Dream laughed, and his smile was as bright as the small red flower.

"You see, they say you won't live to be eighteen, and you're eighteen. It can be seen that what they say is not credible. ”

She stuffed the bouquet of flowers into Rong Lian's hand, and said with a smile: "So, not only will you live past the age of eighteen, but you will also live past the age of eighty, and you will get older and older, and you must look as good as you do when you are old." ”

Rong Lian's eyes were rippling, he pressed his hand to his eyes, and replied in a low voice, "Well, it will." ”

The sun is shining but not spicy, and it is so warm that people are drowsy.

Weaving Meng had already fallen asleep on the stone table, so she put on a piece of clothing for her, stopped pounding medicine so as not to disturb her, and sat aside with a medical book she found in the stone room.

The breeze was gentle, and suddenly a small white bird that had mistakenly entered the yard flew around and fell into Rong Lian's arms.

Rong Lian opened her eyes and looked at it quietly, and raised a hand, and the little bird was not afraid of him, fluttering its wings and jumping on his fingers, chirping happily.

He turned his face slightly and asked in a low voice, "Where did the bird come from?"

Zhu'an also saw it, and when he raised his eyes, the picture was very eye-catching, and he mentioned it

Q shook his head, "I don't know." ”

Rong Lian took out her other hand from under her head and gently touched the bird, and the little bird chirped happily, and Rong Lian's lips flashed with a smile.

Zhu An sighed secretly in his heart, such a gorgeous man can afford to be a beauty, if he goes due to illness, he can really be called a red face.

Rong Lian had a little smile in his tone, "It's rare for a bird to be so close to people. ”

Zhu'an glanced at the chirping bird again, thought about it seriously, and said, "Xu likes you." ”

Rong Lian chuckled lowly and raised her hand, gently holding the bird and flying upward.

The little bird circled in the yard, and when he saw a group of his kind flying by, he quickly flapped his wings and chased after it.

Rong Lian's eyes chased away, and there was a flash of envy on his face.

After a leisurely lunch break, Weaving Dream woke up, and she held her head and was confused.

Looking at the scroll in Zhu'an's hand, it suddenly occurred to him that they could first find out what clues there were in the Phantom Flower Palace.

"Brother, let's go to the stone palace to find out if there are any clues left by the master!"

Zhu'an nodded and moved the things into the house, Weaving Dream went to look at Rong Lian again, Rong Lian raised her eyebrows, "Do I want to be with me too?"

Yesterday they tried it, and saw that Rong Lian did not come for the Phantom Flower Treasure, and his demeanor was natural and decent, so he was not wary, but Rong Lian was born in a family after all, and it must be impossible not to know the recent rumors of the Phantom Flower Treasure on the rivers and lakes, if the two of them avoided him and acted in private, it would be quite embarrassing, but it would be better to invite Dafang to act together.

Weaving Dream nodded, "The most in the Phantom Flower Palace are stones, what can be inconvenient, besides...... Now that the Phantom Flower Palace is alone, I have the right to invite you. ”

Rong Lian chuckled and turned over and sat up, elegantly arranged her sleeves, and followed Weaving Dream into the house.

They stood in the hall, with an unobstructed view of the empty hall, and eight huge pillars crawling with flower branches and totems standing quietly.

Weaving Dream's eyes swept over a row of carved shelves lined with candles, and said helplessly: "Is there any place in this hall where I can hide things......?

It's empty, and there's even a low echo when you speak.

Zhu'an walked to the wall and knocked on the wall, shaking his head, "It's nothing different, you can see it at a glance." ”

Weaving Dream nodded approvingly, "Isn't this just a broken stone hall! There are rumors that there is a treasure, and I don't know what those people in the rivers and lakes think." ”

Rong Lian took out the precious sandalwood folding fan he was holding when he saw him last time from his waist, shook it in his hand, and took two steps in the main hall to indicate that he was involved in the search, and then his eyes kept falling on the top of the stone hall, as if he was not interested.

Hearing this, he sneered, and he held the fan and pointed at it from afar, "Although this stone hall is relatively empty, the broken hall is too aggrieved by the name of the Phantom Flower Palace." ”

The two of them looked in the direction he pointed, and it turned out that they were referring to the countless night pearls inlaid on the dome of the main hall, quietly emitting a brilliant light, like a galaxy of brilliance intertwined, which was shocking.

Rong Lian put down his hand and said with a smile: "The decoration on the top of this hall, just take one down is enough for ordinary people for a lifetime." ”

Zhu'an stood beside the carved shelf where the candles were placed, holding a lamp and looking at it, and when he heard this, he also said: "It is indeed very precious, and the candlestick where the candles are placed is made of gold, so luxurious, you say that it is a broken temple." ”

Weaving Dream looked up at the top of the hall and asked in surprise, "Is it so valuable?" I thought it was just to look good!"

Zhu'an: "......" has to be put up to look good.

Rong Lian knocked on the handle of the fan in the palm of his hand, but smiled silently.

Weaving Dream said again: "That...... Does that mean this is the treasure of the Phantom Flower Palace?"

Rong touched his chin and said, "Well...... Although it can be said to be priceless, it is not without such arrogance among the great families of the rivers and lakes. ”

Zhu An also nodded in agreement, "Although the location of the Phantom Flower Palace is remote and difficult to find, it can be regarded as a layer of protection, but as long as you can step into the main hall, you can find it, and it seems that it is difficult to be placed so casually."

It's called a treasure! And it's not as far as the rumors say. ”

Weaving Dream spread his hands and said very sincerely: "Speaking of which, it's still useless, I know that's the case, isn't it still a broken stone hall!"

"......" Zhu'an rubbed his eyebrows, and said in his heart, if outsiders knew that the mysterious Phantom Flower Palace was a broken stone palace in the eyes of the palace insiders, many people would definitely be so angry that they shouted: Violent Heavenly Things!

The hall has an unobstructed view, and after a turn, it can be regarded as a finished view. Rong Lian pointed to the long corridors around the main hall that connected to the depths of the stone palace and asked, "Where do these corridors lead?"

Dream Weaver glanced at it, "Oh, this, it's just some corridors of the stone chamber, let's go and see it too." Let's start with this side. ”

She led the two of them into the leftmost corridor and began to inspect them one by one.

In the middle of the night, except for a long corridor leading to the palace gate and a long corridor leading to the backyard, they all looked at the remaining six corridors, some of the stone rooms were filled with a large pile of books, some were precious fox fur clothes, some of the stone rooms were fully furnished and looked like they were for living, and a large part of the stone rooms were empty.

They finally went to the promenade outside the stone where the medicinal herbs were placed, because only this promenade has windows near the backyard, you can see the outside, and there is plenty of light, Weaving Dream chose to live in a stone room in this corridor for this reason before, she asked Zhu'an and Rong Lian to choose one of the many stone rooms to live in, and the two of them lived around Weaving Dream.

However, after reading it all and still finding nothing, they returned to the stone room where Dream Weaver lived.

The Dream Weaving Room was no different from the other rooms, except for the cupboard for clothes and a stone table, which was still very simple and empty.

I had to find something special, that is, there was a white porcelain vase on the stone table, with a bright and rich bouquet of flowers, which was one of the few warm colors in the cold stone room, very gentle.

Rong Lian leaned against the window, covered her lips and coughed a few times, she was injured and walked around more often, and Weaving Dream poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him.

Rong Lian smiled: "Thank you." ”

Weaving Dream shook her head and sat at the table with Zhu'an, she held her chin and looked at Zhu'an.

"Did you find anything?"

Zhu'an pondered, "All the stone chambers have been checked, and if you want to say what you think is strange......

Seeing that he wanted to speak and stopped, Weaving Dream asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Zhu An pondered and said, "It's a bit rude and offensive to ask this...... Why is there so many generations of palace masters in the Phantom Flower Palace, and there is not a single tablet in the ancestral hall that is not enshrined?"

Weaving Dream knew in her heart that he was so cautious because he was afraid of his master, and she replied with the same expression: "I asked Master Hua Nai about this before, and she said that although the palace masters of the Phantom Flower Palace of the past dynasties were buried in the Phantom Flower Palace after their deaths, the apprentices accepted by the palace masters of the Phantom Flower Palace of each generation are not related to themselves, and most of them are ...... The orphan girl who has no father and no mother, although she has the grace of upbringing, is to warn the apprentice not to worry about it, so from the establishment of the Phantom Flower Palace, the rules have been set, there is no need to worship without an ancestral hall, and my master also told me this rule. ”

Rong Lian held the white porcelain teacup and smiled sideways: "This is unheard of, the major families in the rivers and lakes are eager to cultivate their ancestral halls as big as possible, and they are afraid that outsiders will not know the fame of their ancestors." ”

Zhu An's slender fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, and said in a deep voice: "They are all buried in the palace......?" The Phantom Flower Palace can also be said to be a ......"

Rong Lian answered lightly, "A tomb." ”

It turns out that the feeling of being like a tomb when I first arrived at the Phantom Flower Palace was not groundless, and if the palace masters of the Phantom Flower Palace were buried here, it could also be said to be a huge mausoleum prepared for the palace masters of the Phantom Flower Palace.

Weaving Dream reacted at this time, and said a little stunned: "I have lived here since I was a child...... I don't think that's a strange behavior......"

The contact was all taught to her by Hua Nai, and she could be said to be in a state of isolation before she left the mountain, so she naturally didn't feel that there was anything strange about the burial of so many palace masters in the Phantom Flower Palace.

Zhu'an touched her hair and soothed: "It's just different habits, it's really not strange." ”

Rong Lian took a sip of warm water and said casually: "Then the question is, if so many people are buried, where are their graves?"