The moon is clear and the birds are tired and return to the forest. Outside Yu'an City, at the bottom of the mountain, there is a palace forgotten by time. This empty and closed palace is like a tomb buried under thick soil, gorgeous but full of the smell of decay. No one comes to take care of it except the wind and moon in the mountains and a few hungry vultures.

The hall is bright and makes people thrill in their hearts. Five night pearls as big as fists are hung on the top. They are priceless at first glance. Even the walls are inlaid with pieces of different sizes. At first glance, the bright light shines, like flowing fire, making people feel very dazed, but there is only a little less vividness of ordinary lights.

There is a huge ebony plaque three feet above the head. The three big words "Shanhe Palace" engraved with gold are magnificent, like a dragon storming the sea, which is fierce forever. There is a couplet on both sides of the plaque, with four characters on the left and right. The book says: "The country is not lazy, and the mountains and rivers are expected. The pen and ink are tangled between the characters, and the spring equinox climbs to the sky and the autumn equinox hides the abyss. The temperament is magnificent and indescribable.

There are several steps in the distance of the lobby. On the steps is a wide red sandalwood desk. On the desk is a black inkstone. The ink has long dried up, with a thin layer of ink scab, and the paper and pen next to it has thick dust. Behind the desk is a whole stone wall. The stone wall is composed of several plates. Looking closely, each wall is uneven, with ditches and ravines, and many words are densely marked. The depth of the gullies is like a rolling river flowing eastward; the terrain is towering and thousands of feet into the clouds, and it is straight; the plain is vast as if there are really thousands of horses stepping on each other, the wind and smoke are like fire, dust is flying, and the plates seem to collapse and fit, which is the ten thousand rivers under the bright world.

At this moment, an old man with an ancient expression stood at the stone gate of the palace. The old man was wearing a green Taoist robe, his thin body was as pine as slough, his arms were like snow, and his calm eyes were surprisingly quiet. Among the dust behind him, only shallow and almost unseen footprints were left, and even the dust did not lift up a trace.

Standing side by side with the old man in green, there was a middle-aged man with crazy black hair, half-long unrepaired beard and a pair of thick long eyebrows. There were a pair of black eyes under his eyebrows. He was wearing black clothes and looked arrogant, as if he had not taken this dangerous world into his eyes. He stood straight like an eternal lonely mountain. Even the brilliance of this pearl could not illuminate his body and his heart.

After a long time, the old man in green sighed softly, and the distant and open-minded voice sounded from the empty palace, as if comforting: "A hundred years have passed, the past is just a hurry. Even though the golden swords, iron horses and mountains and rivers were chaotic, the heroes and beauties all returned, and a piece of yellow earth sighed desolate... If the heart returns, the body will return, and the favors and disgraces will be forgotten, and all diseases will be cured. Why do old friends be persistent?"

"Haha" the old man in black smiled wildly, his voice as unconventional as his appearance, with obvious disdain and innate arrogance. A hint of hatred flashed quickly between his eyebrows and eyes: "I didn't expect that you still don't understand me for half a lifetime of confidant. I want to persuade me, do you know the hatred of the country, the family, the remnant of the country, the reign of the country, the perseverance for hundreds of years, the tribe withered, and the family could not return to his home, what hatred it is!"

He curled his lips coldly and pointed to the painting on the wall and said, "They put their old grudges behind them, but our Sima clan has been wandering for a hundred years. The tribe members have been persecuted. If I don't disrupt the peace that is whitewashed in the world, I will be useless to be this surname!" He raised his eyebrows and looked arrogant, as if nothing in the world is taken seriously.

Chapter 1 Old Things

The sunset shines, the setting sun is flying, the crowds are coming and going, and the noise in the restaurant is just a corner of this picturesque country and a drop in the vast sea...

In the elegant room on the second floor, there is a sandalwood table and a red mat. Purple moon shadow gauze hangs on all sides. The sunset outside the window is like fire, and the gorgeous clouds are reflected low. Through this clear and cool gauze tent, it turns into a faint shadow.

Sitting alone in the halo, a quiet and lazy figure, unable to see clearly, only a head of black hair was washed like a waterfall, a red dress was flying like fire, and a black robe was as desolate as dusk. That body was like a blood in the darkness, a proud and lonely, or a poppy from ancient times, wanting to let go, it is fascinating...

There was a tall black shadow standing outside the curtain, loyal and standing. He looked around, as if he was guarding something. Or he looked at the curtain, but as soon as he saw the infinitely slender and orderly figure, he quickly avoided it as if he had touched something terrible.

This is a restaurant in Guangling City that is famous all over the world, called Tingxiang Tower. Many high-ranking officials, literati and poets have been here. There are also rich merchants traveling thousands of miles to eat here just to have a meal. The shopkeeper in this building was originally the number one imperial chef in the Chu Palace. After resigning from his post, he opened a restaurant in Guangling. People only know that those who know the piano in ancient times can hear the sound of the piano and know the elegant meaning, but they do not know that there are also fine wines and delicacies that can make people know the taste and stop and smell the fragrance and get off the horse.

The storyteller downstairs seemed to deliberately destroy the quiet atmosphere. His subordinates slapped and shocked everyone in the building. He shouted and began to sing and chanted: "The officials who are watching are light and eat light food, so I'm bored. I'll give you a story for entertainment. Everyone is good at doing it. The rich are in the money and the people are in the crowd. No one applauds."

Everyone's eyes were attracted by him, and even the faint shadow in the second floor room glanced at him faintly.

The storyteller paused, glanced at everyone with pride, and opened his voice: "Today we will talk about the Xuanji Sect's blood-washing Tiansha Club." His right fingers were all together, and he was interrupted before he could even take action.

"Wish" everyone booed together

A person closer to him said, "I said Lao Zhang, you have been talking about what everyone knows about for three days in a row. Are you tired of it?" Everyone nodded and agreed.

I don’t expect that storyteller also has a temper and glared at me: “Hey, you kid, I, Lao Zhang, are well-known in this Guangling City, and everyone knows it. What’s wrong with this story for three days? It’s different every day.”

"Come on, what you say every day is the same." The man waved his hand boredly and then went to have tea.

It turned out that the storyteller's surname was Zhang. He was originally a refugee who moved from Ningcheng to Guangling City when the Chu State and Ningguo fought. This man once made a living by teaching in his hometown and was also knowledgeable. So he went to the city to teach and the silver he earned was worthy of supporting the family and the family. Lao Zhang took turns to perform in several large restaurants in the city all year round, so he was very familiar with the diners in the city.

I saw Lao Zhang couldn't help but spit at the man again, but seeing that everyone was not interested, they also stopped being lazy. A pair of divine eyes were embedded on a black face full of years of wind and frost. He blinked his eyes, rolled his eyes, and snorted, "You guy is here to be a big shot. Today, grandpa will show you some real skills."

After saying that, Lao Zhang looked around mysteriously, then bent over and approached the crowd, pretending to be mysterious: "Today we will talk about this most noble woman in Chu State, the master of Guangling City."

Sure enough, when everyone heard about this, they became a little interested. Those who ate melon seeds, drink tea, and chatted stopped their movements and looked at him leisurely.

Lao Zhang made a gimmick and looked at the instantly energetic face of everyone, feeling quite satisfied, as if he had regained the pride he had when he was a teacher to scold his children. He nodded and his face was covered in darkness.

The black-clothed guard on the second floor frowned, as if he thought the person was too noisy. He hesitated for a moment, looked at Zijian respectfully and asked: "Sect Master, should he shut up?"

There was a clamor downstairs, but the purple curtain was not even a corner, the person inside the curtain did not speak, and the guards outside the door also bowed their bodies and did not move. Time seemed to be still with the person in the curtain, as if the sunlight was as quiet as the moon, and the wind passed without trace...

After a while, the snow-white jade cup gently shook, leaving a circle of nectar sliding down from the wall of the cup. The slender and pale hands held the cup casually, and a pair of deep and unpredictable eyes that contained a smile casually swept it, and you could see everything.

The hazy shadow in the curtain finally changed his posture, with a smile on his lips still on his face, and his eyes looked downstairs with deep eyes: "It's okay."

The sound was like a spring water, cold but extremely touching...

downstairs

Lao Zhang stretched his neck and leaned over and asked, "Who do you know Princess Guangling is?" He shook his head and without waiting for everyone to answer, he continued, "This Princess Guangling is the legitimate daughter of our King of Chu, the grandson of Fang Xiang, and the wife of the prince of one of the future countries. The two families of Chu, Su and Shen are the most noble women in our Chu State." As he said this, it seemed as if he was praising himself, but his proud expression suddenly narrowed, his face turned sharply, and he sighed sadly: "But the princess is sixteen years old, and it is over the age of her hair. The ancients said, 'Women are promised to marry her, and she is loved by her hair'. Why has the princess not yet had a marriage agreement?"

He stopped talking, ignored everyone's urgent expressions, coughed, and then continued, "If you want to know the causes and consequences, wait for me to explain in detail."

"The State of Chu and the State of Interest are not only neighbors, but also have good relationships for generations and have an in-law alliance. They have been getting along well since the founding of the country four hundred years ago and even more than two hundred years later, until an incident two hundred years ago."

"That year was the year when Shuguo failed to encircle and suppress the northern border. King Shu's three sons died one after another in the battle of Northern border, so he decided to lead the army in person. But before that, one thing he was most worried about was the issue of his succession to the throne. King Shu's five sons died, and were young, and the only one who could inherit the great responsibilities was his legitimate son who had just been in charge. This legitimate son was not only pure bloodline but also extremely intelligent. If King Shu was really surprised, could he support the entire Shuguo's country?"

"After two days of careful consideration, he finally decided to make his most intelligent legitimate prince Feng Liusheng the crown prince. This prince was not only smart, but also civil and military. However, it was far from enough to have an heir. After years of war, the country was exhausted. There was Zhuocang in the northwest and was eyeing him. The surrounding small countries were also ready to move. In order to eliminate their worries, he asked the Chu State who had been with him for generations to marry the only daughter of the King of Chu at that time. This would not only obtain the support of the State of Chu State to increase its troops, but also stabilize the country's rear.

As soon as the news came out, the King of Chu quickly agreed to betroth his daughter Yun Mi to Feng Liusheng, and sent troops to the northern border to support King Shu. But what is unexpected is that this battle not only broke the century-old alliance between Shu Chu, but also involved a peerless love affair, a huge disaster, and an ancient regret."

"In the end, Wang Shuyu was not personally expeditioned, but Feng Liusheng asked to lead troops to encircle and suppress the war. The State of Chu sent general Zhang Quan to lead troops to help, and Yun Mi was also with him.

The days of marching always pass quickly. On the day when the soldiers were approaching, smoke and dust rolled and the two armies confronted each other. The 10,000 troops in the northern border were not brave generals who resisted nearly 100,000 troops from the two countries, but a young man. The young man was not only very powerful in martial arts, but also familiar with the celestial phenomena. There was a witch clan in the northern border and was good at the Qimen Dunjia. This young genius followed the ancient celestial phenomena and Qimen Dunjia and figured out an unprecedented set of military tactics. This is the "World Soldier Book" that future generations cannot find."

"After many battles, the two finally knew that the young man was named Sima Ce, the only grandson of the elder of the witch clan in the northern border. He loved Sinology since he was a child. After traveling for many times, he knew a lot about the Central Plains countries. However, Feng Liusheng and Yun Mi were well-educated since childhood, and were not easy to deal with. After many battles with Sima Ce, it was a difficult result to distinguish Xuan Ze. The three of them were surprised and fought wits and courage. A war lasted for three years. In the end, Feng Yun and the two narrowly won by relying on twice the number of troops than the other, but they did not want to defeat each other. The three of them really appreciated each other and were unwilling to be enemies. In desperation, they had to sign a covenant that would not violate each other."

"After the war ended, Sima Ce was idle at home and couldn't fall asleep every night. Everything he thought was Yun Mi's voice, appearance and smile. But Yun Mi had already betrothed to Feng Liusheng. On one side was brotherly loyal and loved in the other, Sima Ce finally decided to come to where the two were."

"Sima Ce came to Chu State and wanted to take a look at Yun Mi from a distance, but who knew that the King of Chu had already known Sima Ce's talent and intended to leave him in the palace to be the crown prince of the Grand Tutor. Sima Ce naturally wanted to meet Yun Mi day and night, so he accepted it happily. From then on, he tried his best to make the beauty smile."

"Yun Mi's chess skills were superb, and Sima Ce played against him. Yun Mi loved lotus flowers, and Sima Ce sowed and transplanted. The two seemed to be in love, but in fact, they were King Xiang who had a dream. The goddess was unintentional. In order to ask Sima Ce to retreat when he was in trouble, Yun Mi joked, 'I like music. If you see the treasures of Ningguo, the phoenix qin and the prisoner's flute, you may think about it for a moment'. Unexpectedly, Sima Ce did not care about the consequences at all, and actually stole two treasures of the palace from Ningguo who concealed the world."

"This move not only angered Ningguo, which lost the peerless Qinxiao, but also angered the Shuguo, which had already formed an alliance with Chu. The King of Chu was also angry that he ignored Yun Mi's reputation, Ning, Chu, and Shuguo wanted to ask Zhuocang for help, hoping to exchange his peerless talent for Zhuocang's full protection. However, after several weighings at that time, the Zhuocang monarch still did not dare to resist the Three Kingdoms with the power of one country. Not only did he not protect Sima Ce, he sent troops to show his kindness to the Three Kingdoms."

"In a rage, Sima Ce chose to burn both jade and stone. He escaped again and again with the Qimen Dunjia technique in the tight encirclement and suppression of the countries, and even kidnapped Yun Mi, the beloved daughter of the King of Chu. From then on, he disappeared. Although Sima Ce had extraordinary talent, the members of the Witch clan were slaughtered by the Three Kingdoms and were almost killed.

"People envied Sima Ce's talent, but the Battle of Northern Xinjiang was his first appearance and the last time. Since then, no matter how the King of Chu searched, it was rare to find the traces of the two. After this incident, there was also a crack in the relationship between the State of Chu and the State of Interest."

Lao Zhang's voice was quiet and slowly told a heart-wrenching story. The people in the restaurant were also unconsciously immersed in it. They thought to himself that Yun Mi's beauty was extraordinary, Sima Ce's envious talent, and Feng Liusheng's charm could not be turned back for a long time.

Lao Zhang looked at the obsessed expressions of everyone and couldn't help but smile proudly, saying, "Now, I know. Although Princess Guangling has a noble status, she is unwilling to propose marriage because of the old things. The king is far away from Zhuocang and we are reluctant to leave the princess to marry far away. Tsk, this beauty..."

Behind the moon shadow curtain in the elegant room upstairs, holding the cup in his jade hand, swaying gently, and a circle of ripples appeared. The woman's shallow mouth curled up a beautiful curve, her eyes were deep and bright, with stars flashing, as if she was intoxicated in something, so interesting and so in love.

With a crisp sound of 'bang', Lao Zhang regained his cunning face and shouted with a smile: "To this end today, if all the guests want to know what the follow-up will be, please early tomorrow."

Everyone obviously had not heard enough of Lao Zhang's story and tried to keep him. Lao Zhang was dealing with diners for a long time, but how could he not know the truth? He ignored everyone's earnest attempt to keep him, and left proudly with a bag, just waiting for him to come tomorrow.

The woman in the curtain laughed silently, her hands holding the wine glass were white and verdant, as if it was carved by ice and snow. The wine glass slowly fell on the table, and a cool and gentle voice sounded from the curtain: "Han Ji, let's go too."
Chapter completed!