Chen Palace

Chapter 4 Feng Que
Aunt He said, the house you want to live in is in the far east, remote and lonely, no one wants to live in it, so it can only be used as a warehouse.

So, Auntie, where is the most easterly east?
It is an abandoned palace.

Okay, why is it useless?

Those were the palaces of the previous dynasties, and they were once brilliant, beautiful and dazzling. 34 years ago, the Tatars captured the capital, burned, murdered and looted here, the clan was humiliated, and the whole world wept bitterly. In one night, thousands of palaces became ruins.

The previous dynasty... Auntie, one room, not from this dynasty?

In the dark night, she walked unhurriedly, stepping on the rotten leaves, making a slight sound.

The moon was hidden in the clouds, and the wide and straight road continued not far away.

In the distance, the black abandoned palace looks like a dead beast.

But getting closer, it is...

She smiled, thinking of Aunt He, her face paled instantly.

It was just a momentary change, and then it returned to its original state.

little girl!What are you asking!Let me tell you, you must never go there... Otherwise, the ghosts of the previous dynasty will start causing trouble...

She walked down the dead and gloomy avenue, and in front of her was a majestic and elegant place.

Above the gate of the palace, there is a plaque hanging half-hanging and crumbling. It has been scratched to pieces by a sword, and the original handwriting is completely invisible.

Since ancient times, when kings and bandits are defeated, even a plaque has to be destroyed. It's too small to be generous...

The ebony porch pillars carved with flying phoenix patterns are no longer shining under the wind and dust of the years, and the window screens cut from crocodile silk are already filthy. Gently push open the palace door, and the babbling sound shows its beauty. senescence.The mud and dust on the ground spread into a thick layer.

Chen Lu turned her head, looked at the ruins of the former dynasty farther away, felt a lump in her chest, and said only one sentence: "So, it's all dust, it's no different."

34 years old, 26 years old, it's no different.

The years have eroded everything, and the dust has covered all the lies, and it has become the world of thousands of years.

In the main hall, the prosperity and majesty of the past can still be seen.The gold and jade throne is still in the center, and there are many treasures, all of which are covered with a layer of dust.Thinking about it, no one has stepped in since that night.

She went straight back, through the corridor, through the courtyard.

She walked to the front of the bedroom and finally did not move.

Standing straight, her fingers trembled slightly.

The door panels were shaken back and forth by the wind, echoing in the middle of the night.

After a few strokes, it was finally blown away by the wind, revealing her true face.

Hesitating, she walked in.

Finally walked in, the nightmare of that night.

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This is a gloomy room covered with spells.

On the window lattice, in front of the bed, on the beam, and between the pillars.

The vermilion charm has faded, and it rattled softly in the night wind.

Like the whisper of a ghost.

There is a layer of dust on the ground, but the piece of land next to the window is actually tightly covered by the charm, and the true color is not visible.

In her previous life, she fell there and took her last breath.

"It turns out that it was this spell that caused the trouble... I was burned under the Naihe Bridge for 26 years..."

She whispered softly, her voice was light, and the bitterness and grief in her voice penetrated deep into her bones.

In front of the book case, there was a brush wash, and the paperweight was still there, only the rice paper and the lake brush were so dilapidated that they looked bad.

She laughed, and mocked lightly: It turned out to be so dilapidated, I can't blame "they" for stealing the day and calling this place an old relic of the past.

She reached out to pick up the "College New Edition" on the shelf, and pulled out a thing from the bottom shelf.

Indus is a letter, and there are four characters "holding the hand of the son" in the letter, and the ink marks are just like it.

It was a gift from him when they first met when she was 12 years old.

I still remember that at that time, her snow clothes were disheveled, her long sword was bleeding, and her pursuers were approaching behind her.

With nothing to do, that raised his head, under the moonlit night, the boy among the trees, mellow and handsome...

The close embrace on the tree, the young man's frivolous kiss, drew her palm in shame and anger...

Later, they made an alliance of three lives, and from then on, they joined hands side by side and depended on each other for life and death.

after that……

Ye is still like this, how can people be embarrassed?
There was a rage in her heart all her life, and when she used force in her hand, it immediately turned into yellow butterflies and scattered pieces.

Raising her head, her eyes were like ice and snow, and she said each word in a soft voice:

"Wait for me... Those who are in the mausoleum, live and enjoy the honor, don't even try to escape. God has indulged you for 26 years, and I will repay you!"

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Dark night.

In the gloomy old palace, she regained her calm.

Recalling a few important things in her previous life, she came to behind the crystal curtain, and was about to reach out to explore the hidden compartment at the head of the bed, but felt uneasy.

In the dark, it seems to feel some danger.She put aside distracting thoughts, closed her eyes and listened carefully.

Amid the howling wind, there were two footsteps.

One person's footsteps are light and steady, and he seems to have practiced famous martial arts, but his skill is not high.The other person is very weird, he can hardly feel his breath, heartbeat and pace - he is actually a first-class master in the world!
Chen Lu leaned over and hid behind the bed, but heard the two of them pass through the front hall, the corridor, and came to the door of the bedroom.

In such a strange and gloomy palace amidst the ruins, who is it that came here in the middle of the night?
With a babble, the door was pushed open.

The front and back of the bedroom were separated by crystal curtains, and the two of them came to the desk and stopped.

"Qu Qing, how is the situation?"

The questioner's voice is not loud, and he is also very young, but he has the authority of a superior.

There was only a "dong" sound, but another person put down some heavy object.

"This is Guo Xuan's head."

The other person bowed to report back, with a calm and mellow voice, about 40 years old, Chen Lu's heart trembled, giving birth to a feeling of strangeness and familiarity.

"Hmph... the first emperor entrusted him with a heavy responsibility, and I have tried to comfort him with warm words. I never imagined that the older he gets, the more afraid of death he will be. After doing such a thing... it is impossible to keep him."

"I'm going here, I saw something interesting in the east of the city." The elder smiled lightly.

"interesting?"

"Yes. A small thief slipped out of Jingzhao Yin's Yamen. His posture is very impressive. On his back is a bulging round bundle... I don't know what it is." The elder teased with a smile.

Hearing this unusually familiar voice, Chen Lu finally thought of it, and couldn't help but tremble,!

"Who is it!" The middle-aged man shouted, obviously aware of it, and the two rushed behind the curtain together.

Chen Lu put her hands together, flew back to the side, and jumped out of the small window.

The two chased to the window, but due to their height and physical fitness, they couldn't pass through. They went around to the main entrance, but it was already a step late, and there was only one figure in the night.

The middle-aged man didn't say a word, his steps changed, and he chased after him like a light smoke.

Two shadows chased silently through the bushes.

The middle-aged man was chasing after him, but he saw the figure in front of him stop abruptly, waiting for him under the tree.

The moonlight is like water, the birds in the sky are startled, and the girl in plain clothes under the tree looks like a ghost or elf.

Her appearance is only delicate, but there is a kind of awe-inspiring clarity that makes people dare not look at her head-on.

She stared, smiled slightly, and said softly:
"The moon is cool and beautiful."

The man was startled, but in the next moment, he lost his composure, his face was contorted with excitement, and he reached out and grabbed the girl: "Who the hell are you?!"

The girl didn't answer, but just smiled, that naughty and innocent charm, as if she had seen it somewhere——

"Your companion is chasing you. See you at the lake tomorrow night."

(End of this chapter)