(Sorry for being late, explained later)

The swampy climate is hot and humid, and although it's not yet summer when the vegetation is leafy, the muddy ground is still overgrown with weeds and shrubs, and these plants grow savagely, even if there is a trapping mud underneath or a bottomless puddle. And under the nourishment of the fertile soil, they all grow like crazy, often growing taller than a man.

As a result, people come here with a land completely covered in greenish yellow, but no one knows if they will step on a deadly trap next.

In the depths of the northern swamps, where Oboni had only been once, this was the danger zone she had demarcated, so that the two little ones should not even come close to each other. And the people who live in the swampy area will not explore in this direction, because the innate masters who have never seen people in life or dead or corpses have already proved the danger here with their lives.

However, at this moment of sunset, four men dressed in scholarly costumes suddenly appeared here.

The three people standing behind were all in their twenties and thirties, and the leader was quite tall, thin, with a well-groomed and neat beard, and looked like he was forty or fifty years old. Although he is not young, his eyes are bright and he does not squint. Every movement and stillness are all in order, even in the depths of this mud-filled swamp, it is still calmly like in your own yard.

Their dress was out of place for the three servants, and they were dressed in scholarly suits that were easy to move, and their clothes were a little dirty, so they could see that they were rushing through the swamp. However, the leader was dressed in a half-worn but clean wide robe with large sleeves, wearing a square scarf on his head, and even his gray hair was neatly tucked in the scarf, which was simply the dress of a Confucian when he was teaching and educating people in the academy.

Even if this person doesn't say a word, just standing there, others will see him at a glance and think that he is a Hongru who is full of poetry and books, the kind of reader who is bound to learn rich and rich, and has equal writings, and has nothing to do with this wild place.

However, the scenery in front of them should not have appeared here, and a dilapidated palace suddenly appeared in the depths of the swamp where there should have been no human tracks!

Although the walls, roofs, and even portals are covered with a lot of mud, and there are a lot of damages, which can roughly show the environment in which they live. But such a palace, which covers an area of a few tens of acres, should not stand in this mud where even the foundation can't be built. Outside the courtyard wall, there was also muddy land, but not half of the weeds and trees grew.

The four of them stood in front of this palace, carefully observing the palace walls and closed gates in front of them, and did not rush in.

"Brother Xi, this 。。。。。。 Is this our destination this time?" Ning Dehai, the youngest, looked at the scene in front of him, and had lost the ability to think, so he could only murmur to his friends.

Xi Siming ignored his little brother, but respectfully bowed to the old man at the head, and then asked in a low voice: "Sir, is this the Changxin Hall of the Eighth Princess of the former dynasty, does it really exist?"

Jing Buzhi nodded with a light stroke of his beard, and said, "Yes, this is it, the documents obtained before the old decay are indeed recorded like this." And if you look at the plaque on the palace gate, isn't it just a letter? But this should only be the main body of the palace, and the outer garden corridor and side hall should not be here. However, although this palace has been dilapidated, it can still be seen that the "Yaocheng Powder Field, Qishu Senlie" described in the "Changxin Palace Fu" that year. Yuyu Xuan steps, the view of Cloud Gate Luque'. ”

Saying that, he showed a fascinated expression, and then sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity that the old man was born too late, but he can't see the 'Tianhua Shuangji, Lang Ri Chao Chao Xuan." The scene of Red Flag Longting, Zhu Zhu Yanyue's can't sit down and talk about it with Leng Daru, who wrote this fu, it's a pity. ”

The three of them looked towards the top of the main entrance, and sure enough, there was a plaque with a length of feet, but unfortunately it was also covered with mud, and only the word "letter" in the middle could only be faintly exposed.

Lan Zuyan, who had never spoken, also said: "Yes, there are so many legendary stories that have been passed down to this day in Changxin Palace, and all the stories have depicted them beautifully, but today there are only ruins and ruins in front of us, and they are still located in the depths of this swamp, which is really sighing." I really can't wait to go back to that era and watch that scene happen with my own eyes. ”

"Zu Yan's words are wrong, as the so-called 'the deceased is like Sifu, reluctant to give up day and night', and said, 'the past cannot be admonished, the coming can still be chased', time is the most ruthless long river, washing all the stones of history, and our era will eventually become history for future generations, why doesn't Zu Yan work hard to create his own history, but want to see the history that has happened and cannot be changed?"

Xi Siming couldn't help but express his opinion when he heard Lan Zuyan's speech yearning for the past, but just after speaking, he thought that Jing Buzhi also said that he wanted to see that era, and hurriedly said: "Ah, sir, I didn't mean that, just ......"

"Hahahaha," Jing Bu Sihao did not think it was wrong, but praised it, "Siming is right, we should learn from the past, but we should not indulge in the prosperous beauty of the past, if we want to marvel at the wisdom of the ancients, why not leave something for future generations to remember?"

Xi Siming was overjoyed when he heard that Jing Buzhi agreed with his own point of view, and the other two young scholars also understood that this was Mr. Jing's teaching, so they hurriedly stood upright together, bent over, and said in unison: "The kid understands, Teacher Xie teaches." ”

Mr. Jing shook his hand and didn't speak again, but continued to observe the palace in front of him, and the most lively Ning Dehai had already eased up at this time, and whispered: "Hey, Brother Xi, Emperor Ming really loves his eighth princess this week." I used to hear that he built a Changxin Palace specifically for his daughter, but I always thought that it was a false rumor, and there was no such palace, even if the teacher got those documents before, I didn't dare to believe it. But now it seems that not only does it exist, but the scale is indeed not small, only the main hall is dozens of acres in size, if it is indeed as luxurious as written in those poems that have been handed down, it is really amazing. ”

"That's right, after all, the eighth princess is also a rare woman who is a master of achieving celestials, you must know that there is no female predecessor on the celestial list now. So we are fortunate to be able to follow Mr. to visit this Changxin Palace this time, which is really lucky. Xi Siming also sighed that if it weren't for a series of coincidences, he, a scholar from Hanzhou, would not have been able to appear in this place, and he would not have had the opportunity to witness the history that had passed away as the first batch of people to step into Changxin Palace after a thousand years.

"Then you say, how did this Changxin Palace come to bring this broken place and how did it be buried in the ground?" Ning Dehai finally asked what he wanted to ask.

Yes, this Changxin Palace, which is famous in the history of the wild and the rivers and lakes, has just emerged from the ground, and even made a lot of noise, causing a small earthquake in this radius of dozens or hundreds of miles.

"Heh, how do I know that. Xi Siming smiled bitterly, "Even you, a guy who has seen the records and studied them for a long time, don't know, how can I, a person who happened to come here to study, understand the situation." ”

(The taxi driver in Wuhan is really awesome, saying that if you don't pull it, you won't pull it, let me stand in the snow at eleven o'clock at night for an hour, and after coming back, it was warm for an hour before I started to write this chapter, sorry for the less, but the B&B where I live is really cold, my fingers are so cold that I don't obey the call, the air conditioning doesn't work at all, or the heating in my Dashan Province is missable...... ）

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