Hunkun Pavilion of the Wing Clan.
It's just a small courtyard with four rooms, surrounded on three sides by east, west and south, and a courtyard gate to the north. Here is one place for visitors from the Wing Clan. Because the Wing Emperor had never liked to socialize with people, and the number of visitors from the Wing Clan was very few, this yard was a bit smaller compared to other places.
Looking through the tall Chinese tallow leaves, the two guards in front of the pavilion fell on the threshold. They were obviously unconscious and passed out, but the door was closed tightly, and it didn’t look like an outsider broke in and knocked the two gates stunned. Looks like.
When you go through the outer wall and see the inside, the largest guest room is directly facing the door. Because of the curly confession in advance, Uncle Kuan took heart, and confessed that Zi Ling had been sent to the best guest room.
In that room.
Entering from the small carved door, facing a simple and simple entrance, the flower-arranged water jade bottle on the floor, contrasts with the bright white orchid with dark green leaves on the top of the counter, and then turns around and walks inside, with a beautiful couch outside. , Black bone varnish, the top is still soft and leaning against a knitted thick thread blanket, there is a small table next to the beauty couch, and the censer above is still burning with soothing incense.
The inner and outer rooms are separated by an arc-shaped arch. The plain gauze curtains, when the wind blows, the tulle floats, revealing the inner bed.
It's just that the bed is covered with quilts, but no one is lying in it, deserted.
This is weird. Zi Ling, who was seriously injured earlier, was still lying here. Why is he missing now
The elegant scent from the outside floated into the inside, and after a while, the window on the opposite side of the bed creaked open.
The bright light came in, and a figure in purple clothes was seen jumping off the window frame.
The woman was dressed in a neat purple bunt, and her face was very pale because of her previous injuries. She saw her cat walking in with her waist and cautiously touching the wall. She looked around in the room, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked to the bed to sit down.
But shortly after he rested, the communication jade dangling from Zi Ling's waist shook.
The woman frowned first, bit her lip, and finally hesitated to take out the jade.
"Little Lord."
"Well, but is it to the Wing Clan?"
On the other end of the jade, it was Quanxian, and Zi Ling's heart trembled when the sound of the man's elegant water came.
"Back to Young Master, Zi Ling is here, now in the Hunkun Pavilion of the Yi Clan."
Zi Ling raised his head and looked at the corners of the eyebrows and eyes of gentleman Ruyu in the mirror image, as if he had changed.
"Is there any news about what you are looking for?"
Quan first asked with an eyebrow.
"Follow the clues provided by the young master, the other end is too strict, and Ziling can't get in. Please forgive the young master."
Zi Ling clasped his fists, pulled his wounds during the action, and took a cold breath, with a trembling tone in his tone.
"No matter how easy it is to find that thing."
Quan first whispered.
"So how about Wing Sovereign?"
"Emperor Wing is not in the clan, curl...Xizhi Shangxian went to look for him."
Zi Ling always answered with her eyes down, but in reality the stormy sea was in her heart. She had been thinking about it for a long time, but she never dared to ask those words. Even if she grew up with the young master, she was a servant. There are rules to follow.
"Young Master, whether you find that thing or not, Ziling doesn't want you to hurt your innocent life anymore. The old master always teaches that everyone is equal in the Three Realms, and you..."
"Okay, Ziling, I know what you mean, and I dare not forget the patriarch's teaching. And where are there innocents? Those who die to contribute to my affairs are better than living in the world in a muddle-headed manner. "
Quan first spoke lightly, and with a lift of his eyebrows, he blocked what Zi Ling was about to say.
"But you, Young Master—"
"How is she curling up?"
Ziling originally planned to argue and dissuade him again, but who knows Quan's conversation first, asked about the curly situation.
And although the voice is still light and slow, it is obvious, with a rising end, with a sense of eager exploration.
"Xizhi Shangxian is all well, and I don't know if she believes in Ziling, but she still saved her subordinates through the mouth of the giant python. Before leaving the Yi Clan, Xizhi Shangxian seems to be going to find the Wing Sovereign."
Zi Ling frowned, and said briefly about Qi Niao's situation.
"Oh."
I only heard a response from the other end, there were too many mixed feelings, and I couldn't hear anything.
"Since the young master is worried about Xizhi going to the immortal, why put her in such a dangerous situation?"
Zi Ling still couldn't figure out what kind of emotion Quanxian felt towards Curly.
Quanxian had such a temperament when he was young. He treats everyone in a gentle and kind manner. Most of the women in the clan regard him as the lover of his dreams, but they can be seen as appropriate and careful in their words and deeds, but in fact they treat everyone equally and are not mixed. The slightest emotion, only when I met Qi Niao, the young master’s face often showed a smile when getting along with Qi Niao, or when he was eating well, even if he had a portion of Qi Niao.
Zi Ling knew that this was a sign that the young master was tempted by a woman.
"Ziling, some things have to go according to plan. This is the best way."
Quan first said indifferently.
"Young Master, Zi Ling never cares about the best method. The subordinates know that you are best at tactics and think clearly every step of the way, but can't the curls be outside of your chessboard? The curls are Xuan Linqin. The chosen woman has a destined fate with you. Since you are equally happy, why not just show your heart, and then pick out the curls to protect her?"
"Shut up! Ziling, how can I allow you to be the master of your subordinates in my business!"
Quanxian scolded.
It is the first time for a man to speak with others in such a tone.
The woman was stunned by the subordinate shout, and her heart gave birth to sad despair. Even though Quan was not here, she could feel his annoyance through that reprimand, but Zi Ling was equally angry. The words have already been said, and she is no longer afraid to say a few more words.
"Young Master, it doesn't matter how Ziling is, I just hope you don't hurt the curls. You are happy with her, but how can you wipe the friendship clean."
The woman lowered her head and said slowly, the man opposite did not answer, and the atmosphere in the room was quiet and depressed.
"I know."
It took a long time for Quan to reply, and the voice Ziling heard suddenly became very heavy, like the sky before the rainstorm, extremely low.
"On the side of the Yi Clan, you can tell me when you have news, so you can heal your wounds with peace of mind."
"Yes, young master."
Ziling thanked the man for his concern, the light of the jade gradually dimmed, until it was no different from ordinary jade, the woman hung it back to her waist and sat down slowly.
His eyes were dim, and he stared blankly at the white orchid in the corner of the room.
The tall tallow leaves outside the pavilion were still fluttering in the wind. The two gatekeepers just woke up, and one of them scratched the back of his head and said in a daze.
"Huh? Why did you fall asleep somehow?"
The guard turned his head and shoulders, and found that he was a little uncomfortably stiff, and asked the other guard who had just woke up in confusion.
"I, how did I know, oops, I slept so badly, hurry up, after a while Master Quan came over and saw that he was going to talk about us again."
"Oh good, yes yes yes."
The two moved their muscles and bones, their expressions changed, and they stood upright to guard the door again.
On the other side is Bu Zhoushan.
Still snow.
When the vast, boundless white snow fell on the curly forehead, shoulders, and the black skirt, the girl felt that she had returned to ten thousand years ago, facing the cold and open snow by herself. When the cold wind blew her cheeks, she could hear the whispers of the storm. She thought that she would hate Fu Zhou Shan, because at that time she was standing on the top of the mountain, watching the narrow path leading to the human world, and she felt guilty. Yes, only the sorrow for the identity of the princess of the wing clan is left.
Buzhou Mountain was originally a place full of lush greenery, birds, beasts, insects, and fish, and it was such a lively place, but I don’t know when it will become what it is now, with snow all the year round and a place cold and cold.
He kept walking curledly, step by step, with shallow footprints, staying on the thin layer of snow, but after a while, he was covered again by the falling wind and snow.
The girl looked up and tried to see the road ahead through the heavy snow curtain.
The cedar in front of him was shadowy, his teeth curled up, his whole body moved up, his wings spread out, and he jumped up, just like flying away from the top of a mountain.
The top of the mountain is the same as before, except that there is an additional figure of a man at this moment, tall, but especially lonely. A red-gold robe merged with the flying snow, and then jumped away.
"Emperor Wing, I came here without telling you in advance. I'm bothering you."
Curly control his voice as much as possible, pressing and steady.
But he didn't want to turn his back to the curled Wing Emperor suddenly, his head obviously had a tendency to turn around, but he didn't turn around.
The two of them just stood in the wind and snow, separated by no more than two or three feet, but they couldn't get close anymore.
After waiting for a long time, Wing Sovereign spoke when he heard the scream of the wind and snow and the screaming birdsong from a distance.
"Xizhi Shangxianlai, what does this stubborn Yi Clan do? The emperor has never liked to entertain uninvited guests."
The man's tone is alienated and indifferent.
It was indeed the father in the curled memory.
The girl in the black robe immediately darkened her eyes.
Yi Huang never planned to turn around, even though behind him was his daughter, the only princess of the Yi clan, the child he and his favorite woman had not seen in thousands of years.
Ting Ha's eyebrows look the most like her mother, especially when he smiles, his eyebrows are crooked, with a warm glow. As long as he sees Ting Ha, he thinks of his dead lover, and his heart is dull. It hurts.
Therefore, he is absolutely not allowed to turn his head.
"If I were Ting Ying, the Wing Sovereign had a reason to treat me that way, but now I am Xizhi Shangxian, Yushui's fish princess, you should never pass your anger to these two identities. Father emperor."
Curl loudly.