Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid: Bodhi Casts a Mirror Heart

Chapter 214
I really want to say to Yao Ji: "I'm not crazy, I just don't want to get claustrophobic. It's the girl behind me who's out of her mind."

It's a pity that Yinghuo led me into the gate of Ziling Palace without waiting for an explanation.Just as Qi Fang was about to jump in, the gate of Ziling Palace closed in response.The last scene I saw was Qi Fang yelling at me, and Yao Ji yelling crazily, even the mask fell off.

When the door closed, I fell to the ground.I protected my lower abdomen in time and leaned against the cave.Soon, the cave's amethyst mines glowed faintly, dimly reflecting a purple room.

Looking around, as far as the eyes can see is a purple world, rosewood chairs, rosewood round tables, purple curtains, purple tassel curtains, even the brocade wrapped in bronze mirrors are all purple.What is very strange is that this room is only half, just like what I saw in the underground palace of Gongyue Palace.The desk here is a place of strange rocks, cliffs and precipices, and the sound of the water flowing under the cliff is loud and swift.

What is intriguing is that this room and the one in the Gongyue Palace seem to be two completely symmetrical worlds reflected by a bright mirror. Except for the different colors, the style, shape and interior layout of the furniture are exactly the same.If the theme color of Gongyue Palace makes people feel that the underground masters ended their lives in a passionate and splendid flame of love, and their memory will always stay in the most passionate and unswerving emotional vortex, then the dark purple tone here But it gives people a very depressing and heavy sense of despair, as if a couple who were once passionately in love were torn apart, and time will always stay in that desperate and tearing pain.

I took a step forward, only to see a huge life-scale portrait hanging on the left wall, in which a man and a woman were vividly depicted flying under a big hibiscus tree.The female Feitian has a pair of beautiful and shining purple pupils, her figure is plump and beautiful, and she dances gracefully with a serene smile; while the heroic male Feitian half-closes his handsome eyes, blowing to her calmly and contentedly. Flute, the two people's clothes are ethereal and graceful, showing the painter's extraordinary painting skills.

On the left side, there is a poem called "Picture of Flute Dance" written in ancient seal characters.

The inscription reads:
The jade liquid sings and sings the fragrance of sandalwood,
Jindi Liuyin v. liver and intestines.

Wumeng Qianshan Jun is not here,
An arrow, time, and purple tears grow.

Signed as:
In the summer of the tenth year of Gengshi, under the hibiscus tree in the Manyun Hall of Zhaoming Palace.

It turns out that this is the "Picture of Flute Dance" made by Princess Pingning herself. Could it be that the flute player is from the same year?
At this time, a woman's voice came from behind, "It turns out that Princess Pingning really admired Ming Zhenwu when she was young."

Uh?I was startled, and turned around, only to see Yinghuo walking towards me, looking at the painting for a while, and said to me: "Please look, Queen, the Manyun Palace here is Princess Pingning." The palace where I lived when I was young. This hibiscus tree has been around for thousands of years, but unfortunately it was destroyed in the war during the Warring States Period. The woman in this painting is Princess Pingning, and this golden bow is Ming Zhenwu who never leaves I think this man must be the famous King Wu at that time."

She sighed, walked to the ivory bed, and gently raised the purple gauze curtain with her reward. There was a faint smell, but she saw a huge crystal coffin inside the tent, a man wearing a moon-white brocade train. The woman sleeps in it, her black hair is pressing the golden crown made by the princess, her clothes are old, but she can still see the original splendor, her red silk inner jacket is still fresh, and her neck is white and slender, her face is like that painting The general is the same, peerless elegance, but it is difficult to hide a trace of sadness between the brows.

(End of this chapter)