In the depths of the green woods, a man in dark red clothes lay helplessly on the damp woodland.

Around him, antique wine bottles fell to the ground. At his feet, there were several jars of earthy yellow wine. The mouth of the jar is open. It can be seen that these wines have been drunk by the lying man in front of him.

The dew on the grass was crystal clear, wetting the man's clothes.

He didn't seem to be aware of it.

On the green canopy of the tree, there are green and blue fruits. It was one Bodhi fruit after another. The green and blue Bodhi fruit is still a few days away from ripening.

Time seemed to stand still in this moment.

Messy wine bottles, messy expressions, messy clothes—they silently tell distant stories.

Ting Lan, who suddenly broke in, was taken aback by such a person who suddenly appeared in this forest.

"Who are you?" she took a few steps back, wary.

As she asked, she remembered the butterflies she had met in her own enchantment. After the butterfly disappeared, I thought of a way to get out of that illusion.

To her great surprise, she walked aimlessly in the enchantment, and when she walked around, she suddenly noticed that there was a small earring in the place where the butterfly flew. The shape of the earrings is the shape of a Bodhi fruit. It is a golden pendant with a lustrous luster. The tentacles are gentle.

She placed the earrings in the palm of her hand and looked at them carefully.

The earring, suddenly in her palm, shattered. Then, a golden light entered his palm.

And then here I am.

In a green forest, in the forest, a man in dark red clothes was lying. At the man's feet, there were still messy wine bottles.

Where is this?

Ting Lan raised her head and suddenly saw a Bodhi fruit hanging between the green and white branches. The green and blue Bodhi fruit is still very young.

Bodhi fruit?

So, it's Ziwei Palace?

In Ziwei Palace, there can be a daughter like Senior Sister Bodhi, the daughter of the deceased.

Could it be that this is the child of some old man of Emperor Ziwei? Or, what kind of old man is it, it is not good to say.

She hesitated to ask the question.

The sleeping man seemed to be still asleep. I didn't hear Tinglan's words at all.

In that case, you might as well go!

Thinking like this, Ting Lan prepared to leave.

"Stop!" came the majestic voice.

Ting Lan froze for a moment. This voice is so unfamiliar!

In Ziwei Palace, how many secrets are hidden?

"Who are you?" said the majestic voice, which seemed to carry a hint of oppression.

Ting Lan turned around with difficulty, bowed down, and said, "Xiao Xian is Ting Lan, a disciple of the Snow Pavilion, and he strayed into this place, how can I go to the Snow Pavilion?"

The man in dark red clothes was lying lazily on the grass, changing his most comfortable way, and he didn't look at Ting Lan, but said lightly: "You are from the Snow Pavilion, what is your name now?"

Ting Lan bowed his head and said, "Shizun's name is Xichan, and he is the little disciple of the Snow Queen. ”

"Oh, I don't know. The woman in dark red clothes groped out a wine bottle from among the grass, raised her head and drank it down.

"Dare to ask Immortal Monarch if you know Emperor Ziwei?" asked Ting Lan stubbornly.

"Ziwei, I still recognize this old horseman. Does the Snow Pavilion have anything to do with Ziwei Palace now?" The man in dark red clothes drank a few sips of wine, and his mood seemed to have become much better, and he followed Ting Lan's words.

"The emperor and queen of Emperor Ziwei are the master uncle of Xiaoxian, the senior sister of the high priest of the Snow Pavilion now, and the eldest disciple of the Snow Queen. Ting Lan whispered.

"Excessive!" the man in dark red clothes, in a fit of rage, crushed the wine bottle in his hand!

The fragments fell silently in the grass.

All around, it becomes audible that a pin drops.

Ting Lan was startled. She took a few steps back quietly.

This person won't have any holiday with Emperor Ziwei, right?!

Also, how can he call Emperor Ziwei an old horseman?

Thinking of the highly respected Emperor Ziwei, he was actually called like this. A hint of strangeness flashed in Ting Lan's heart.

The woman in dark red clothes suddenly flashed a trace of mockery in her eyes, and said lightly: "So, today's Ziwei is your elder?"

Ting Lan bowed down again and again and replied, "That's nature. The emperor is highly respected, and we, the immortals of the juniors, respect the emperor as an adult!"

The man in dark red clothes, not knowing what he remembered, took out a wine bottle from among the grass and threw it far away!

He's angry!

What is the purpose of such anger?!

Ting Lan was taken aback!

The man in dark red clothes had already gotten up angrily.

Ting Lan immediately took a step back.

The man who stood up raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

"I-I-" Tinglan didn't know how to answer.

Please, don't you have a little bit of your own things in mind?

Her head was lowered.

The man in dark red clothes suddenly sniffed, his tone became a little gentle, and said, "Where are you from?"

Ting Lan lowered her head and looked at the edge of her skirt. The blue skirt is edged with pure white and golden embroidery thread. It's special and it's beautiful.

"I came from a fantasy world, and in that vision, there were some butterflies, and heavy rainstorms, and some strange stones. ”

She's telling the truth!

For the sake of being so honest, this person should be able to let himself go, right?!

"Do you know about butterflies?" muttered the man in dark red clothes. There was an imperceptible sadness in his tone.

"I've heard of it. Ting Lan replied quickly. Looking at the path under his feet again. It is paved with cyan bricks. Strangely, there is damp moss on top of this brick.

Here, it's not like the Bodhi Garden of Ziwei Palace.

Where is this?

You look up. The man in dark red clothes, not knowing what he saw, suddenly said.

"If I look up, can you let me go?" Ting Lan whispered, still reluctant to look up.

Before she could react, the man in dark red had already reached out and held up her chin!

Ting Lan looked up in shock!

How can there still be such people.

What kind of face is that?!

It's a bit similar, but it has a completely different temperament. Even, the earring that is said to have been given to her by Cheng Xuan, who is always with her, has not been seen.

After so many years, is it possible for him and her to reunite?

"You're not her. ”

By the time Ting Lan was stunned, the man had already lowered her chin. Before he could see this person's face clearly, he had already turned around and turned his back to Ting Lan.

"I don't know your name, if Emperor Ziwei asks-"

"He won't ask you. The cold voice was the same as it had been at the beginning.

Ting Lan was stunned.

"Follow the road under your feet, keep going forward, and you will be able to reach Ziwei Palace. There was no emotion in the voice, and it sounded like a machine.

There are all kinds of doubts in my mind. Ting Lan couldn't take care of it. She walked forward as fast as she could, as if fleeing, from the forest of green linden trees.