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Chapter 999 Mission
Without Jiang Lian leading the way, Mu Dian guessed that even with a map, he might not be able to find this hidden and abandoned palace.

It is said that this garden was built by Sima Zhang, Emperor Ai of the former dynasty, to accommodate a beloved male luthier.

Because of this unreliable love, Emperor Ai abandoned the three thousand Fendai in the Luoyang Harem for eight years and stayed in the Jiankang Palace for a long time.

After the war between the north and the south, the coalition forces of the North Kingdom and Rouran once attacked the capital of Luoyang, which triggered a large-scale migration of nobles to the south. Emperor Ai naturally moved the court from Jiangbei to Jiangnan.Emperor Houai died of poisoning in Danhe, and after the Liu family usurped the throne and became self-reliant, Jiankang replaced Luoyang as the capital of the new dynasty.

At the beginning of the founding of this dynasty, the atmosphere was clean and upright. Emperor Wu Liu Tong vowed to sweep away the extravagant style of the previous dynasty, advocating simplicity and returning to simplicity.

He was born as a general, and he is not afraid of evil spirits.I don't know if it was out of guilt towards the former monarch, or for some other reason, but this palace where Emperor Ai was poisoned and died was sealed off.

There are rumors that every late night in the garden, there will be the sound of the piano, wandering for miles, like weeping and complaining.Few concubines dared to live in the nearby palaces, and it became a place surrounded by cold palaces for a long time.

There are basil a few feet outside the garden, crows live together, it is desolate and unlucky, and many palace people make detours.

Fang Rong lost power, and there were many eyeliners in the palace to monitor Fang Qingyan's every move.Jiang Lian couldn't take Mu Dianke to the door, so he pointed out the location from a distance, explained the situation inside, and then changed his way.

With Mu Dianke's skill, it's easy to get rid of a few court ladies who don't know martial arts, and he turned back in a moment, and opened the deep grass to see the palace gate.

Only three feet into the garden, the sky turns dim, and there are mottled shadows on the stones of the rockery pool beside the road, and the dark wind winds the road, and its sound is like wisps.There is a formation.

The forty-foot-long wall of the ring garden cut off the yang energy of midsummer, and created a hell under the blue sky and white sun.This is probably how the theory of Qinyuan being haunted came about.

The winding path goes around forty feet, and behind a natural stone screen, it is sunny and sunny again.
There is no sign of decay on the outside in the garden. It is green and green, the glazed tiles are like scales, and the white jade is the steps.

I saw Fang Junhe and an old palace man cleaning.

The old palace eunuch is hunched, his hair is as white as snow, and his old clothes look like official uniforms, but they are different from the style of the dynasty.From the point of view of age, Xu is a young prisoner who entered the palace in the previous dynasty. Somehow, he survived in this confinement palace, survived three dynasties, and became an old prisoner.

Seeing someone coming, the old man's withered body flinched, and he held the broom tightly with both hands in a vigilant posture.

Fang Junyu turned his face slightly, without raising his head, and said, "It's nothing, it's an old friend."

The sound is long, like water washing away the dust of the world, leaving only transparency and coolness in the world.

Mu Dianke walked to the jade table and sat down opposite Fang Jun.

I haven't seen him for six years, but the old man's appearance has not changed, only the corners of the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes have more traces of weather, and the charm has become very different.Different from the lazy and lazy fairy style that he used to lean on, he is sitting upright now, his hair is tied neatly with a jade crown, and he is writing with his eyes down.

Duanfang gentleman, bright and bright moon.

Mu Dianke picked up the grinding rod in the inkstone, and slowly drew circles to grind the ink.

In the past, she also persuaded Fang Junyu: since he is good at melody and has an extraordinary talent in this way, he should be more diligent, study diligently, or write a book for future generations.He laughed at her young age, pedantic like an old man, she was born in this world, but she just took a corner of the world to live temporarily, enjoying the moment, what do you want that false name for.

He has become a romantic guest in the game of flowers, always smiling, but not happy.

Now burying one's head in the pile of old papers and meditating on learning, it is probably returning to the original heart.

"I went to see you that day, and there was nothing left to say. I knew it would be useless." Fang Jun and Ti Xiu wrote the last stroke on the page, and finally had time to talk to Mu Dianke. They smiled, feeling helpless, " She has been a stubborn girl since she was a child. If you are not allowed to come, you still have to come."

Mu Dianke also smiled.

She also guessed later, the sentence was completely, "If one day, my identity is exposed, don't go to the capital, and don't get involved in it."

"I'm here to see you." Mu Dianke said, "I'm always busy on weekdays, and your whereabouts are uncertain, so it's really hard to meet."

Fang Junyu looked up, with a smile on the corner of his lips, and a slightly playful look in his eyes, looking at Mu Dianke.

a while.

"Fat." He finally said, lifted his white sleeves, and washed the ink in the brush.

The oily ink on the Yanghao pen swayed in the clear water to create circles of deep and light ink marks, which spread out and spread into clouds of ink and ink, just like painting, "It seems that Chang Qian Buddha treats you well."

Did Mu Dian know that he actually wanted to say "changed".Many people have said that about her.

"Then I don't count on him at all," she muttered, putting down the grinder. "I'm pretty good myself. My son is smart and lovely."

Fang Junyu laughed, "It's better to listen to you talk back. I'm not very old, but I prefer to talk like an old man."

He asked again, "Is there any painting?"

"Yes." They haven't seen each other for many years, but the tacit understanding between the two is still there.Mu Dianke turned his back, and took out a small painting that was folded and ironed from the lapel, and spread it on the jade table with his body temperature.

In the late autumn of last year, Zheng Jiasan's third cousin, who is good at figure painting, came to Changjiapu as a guest and painted it for the mother and son.

On that day, Mu Dianke happened to be wearing a red dress, and took three little guys to admire the maple leaves in the back mountain. Zheng Ling saw it, thought the image was very beautiful, and proposed to paint for them.In the painting, the mother and child are sitting staggeredly along the stone steps, all smiling with their eyebrows bent and their cheeks resting on their cheeks. The red leaves are on the ground under their feet, and the endless frost-stained forest is behind them.

Beauty is beauty, Cheng Que later fell asleep with his head bowed because he sat for too long, was woken up by Zheng Ling, and cried aggrievedly.

"The smaller ones are cuter, white and fat, like snow dumplings." Fang Junyu looked at them carefully, and said, "The big ones are like when you were a child, with a powerful aura."

"What's wrong with spiritual energy?" Mu Dianke said, "His father is not my father."

Fang Jun knew that Mu Dianke had a knot in his heart, so he didn't bother with her, and said with a smile, "Why did you ever say it's not good, can the older one be more likable?"

"That doesn't work either." Mu Dianke stacked up the paintings and didn't show them to him. "The small ones are smart and cute."

"It's really difficult to serve." Fang Junyu stopped coaxing her, put the pen on the pen holder, and shook his big sleeves to get up.

It was time for the black tea to boil.

He started to walk, like a tree of Qionghua facing the wind under the moon, he brought back the purple sand teapot, and poured tea into the justice cup.And wash a cup of tea.A series of movements are flowing like clouds and flowing water, which is extremely elegant.

It was a surprise to be able to drink this year's Mingqian tea in the long-abandoned garden.

Although Fang Rong's family imprisoned Fang Junyu for self-protection, they did not treat him harshly.

"Your father was pardoned and released from prison." Mu Dianke said, "Your arrest warrant has also been revoked."

Fang Junyu nodded, "The imperial concubine sent someone to deliver a letter yesterday."

He spoke lightly, causing Mu Dianke to have a bad feeling in his heart.

"Then what are your plans?" She stared at Fang Junyu's eyes, trying to see a trace of hidden unwillingness in those quiet eyes, but she didn't.

"You are free now, and you don't have to live incognito."

Fang Junyu smiled, "Jun En repeated, Fang Rong can't stand a little storm."

It means to stay.

Indeed, the best way to prevent Fang Rong from overturning this rain-proof and swaying ship due to the events of the previous court is that the Liu court will never be able to find Fang Jun and the two, and they will not be able to accuse the two of deceiving the king. Sit down.

Is there any place that is safer than the forbidden palace in the dark under the lights?

Mu Dianke bowed his head to sip his tea and remained silent for a long time.

Fang Jun and Juan Shu knocked on her head, still smiling, "It's not life and death. Every three to five years, come and see me when you think of it, don't come too often. This place is quiet, and there are many classics to look up. Just like what you said, writing a book and passing it on to future generations. For me, it is also a good home."

There was an itchy look in Mu Dianke's eyes.

Fang Qingyan let her come to see Fang Junyu at ease, because she was sure that she would not be able to take him away?
Fang Rong is two miraculous families who are both admirable and puzzling.

The sense of responsibility and mission of the tribe has been integrated into the blood since childhood.

Fang Xian, who is the least fond of intrigues, has smoothed his edges and shoulders the burden of leading the two races; Fang Yuan and Yu, whose heart is far away, finally returned to this cage willingly after many years of escape, and calmly accepted their fate.

There are also Rong Yi and Fang Qingyan, they have the ability to win a bright future, but for the sake of more people, they never thought of retreating from the beginning.

(End of this chapter)