This look looked very familiar, but she did not remember that she had ever seen the beauty in this painting.
I brought the candle closer and took a closer look.
The painting seemed to have been aged for some time.
The corners had turned yellow and there was some dust on the scroll.
Who is the person in the painting?
Who painted this painting and hung it in this place that has been abandoned for many years?
She frowned and subconsciously reached out to touch the painting.
However, the moment it hit him, he fell straight down.
"Oh help!"
she yelled frantically, desperately trying to catch something as she fell, but couldn't catch anything.
The cool wind blew up her thousands of green silk hairs and the wide ink opera robe on her body, and puffed up flowers of suitable shades.
Are you getting closer and closer to death?
Your consciousness gradually pulls away.
Only at this moment before death do you realize how scared you are, how reluctant you are, and how selfish you are.
A trail of tears gradually fell from the corner of his eyes.
If there was an afterlife, could there be less entanglements and entanglements so as not to cause trouble and misfortune to others.
There is still a faint singing voice coming from the distance, as far away as another world, as deep as the world of mortals.
Just when she closed her eyes, the momentum of her fall suddenly slowed down, and her waist was suddenly clasped by a strong arm.
She opened her eyes suddenly, only to find that the person in front of her had black hair tied high in a bun, long eyebrows at the temples, eyes as bright as stars with a little smile in them, and thin lips slightly hooked.
"Aning, long time no see."
Ning Yan looked at him blankly, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes.
Gu Mingxuan panicked all of a sudden, and said anxiously: "Aning, it's okay, don't cry."
He hugged Ning Yan, leaned against the surrounding wall, fell to the ground, and happened to sit on his wheelchair. .
With his slender and gentle fingers, he wiped away the tears on her cheeks and said funnyly: "Aning, stop crying, do you know how ugly you are now?"
Ning Yan was stunned for a moment before she remembered that the actor who had switched identities with her had applied a lot of rouge and gouache on her face.
Now that it was better, it was probably a mess.
Then he started crying again and said intermittently: "You think I'm ugly" Gu Mingxuan shook his head helplessly and hugged her shoulders tightly, saying softly: "Hey, don't cry.
I know it's been a hard time these days, and I was so worried just now.
It's okay."
He stroked her gently again and again.
He rubbed her back and let her gradually settle down.
"Then who is the person who will replace me?
How can Duan Ye help us?
What's going on with the beauty picture in Hanyou Palace and this underground palace?"
She wiped her tears, raised her head and asked him a series of questions. .
Gu Mingxuan sighed: "Aning, this is not the place to talk.
We have to leave here quickly.
After we get out, I will tell you everything, okay?"
Ning Yan nodded with red eyes and stood up from his arms.
Only then did he realize that he was in a secret room, empty and empty.
On the contrary, in the four corners, a unique Thoreau lamp made of fish oil from Beimang anchovies was burning.
This lamp has the effect of lasting light, which is quite rare.
In the entire Donghe, there are only two in the palace and one in the princess mansion.
And there are actually four lights in this secret room She frowned, walked around, walked behind Gu Mingxuan and pushed him towards the only door.
"It's so strange here.
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In an empty secret room, there are four Thoreau lamps worth thousands of gold burning."
She told Gu Mingxuan what she was thinking.
But I heard him laugh and say: "The owner of this underground palace is as rich as a country, so installing these four Thoreau lamps doesn't mean anything."
"The Master of the Underground Palace" "Yes, this underground palace is also called Ziqi Palace.
When Donghe was founded, it was used solely for the training of secret guards of the Donghe royal family.
People in Ziqi Palace cannot leave the palace unless ordered by the emperor.
Most of the secret guards in the palace Wei Du came here from a young age and remained isolated from the world until his old age.
You also know that Emperor Xiaoyuan valued civility over military affairs.
When he came to the throne, Ziqi Palace was basically separated from the Donghe royal family."
He said coldly.
The sound came from the front.
The moment she opened the door, Ning Yan screamed again.
Gu Mingxuan held her hand worriedly: "An Ning, don't be afraid, Granny Ghost is one of our own."
There was a person standing in the center of the dark corridor in front of him, holding a candle in his hand and putting it under his face, and that face was extremely ugly.
Ning Yan had never seen such an indescribable face.
The outline of the entire face seemed to be distorted, and wrinkles covered every inch of her skin irregularly.
It looked like a ghost against the dim firelight.
Ning Yan was not timid, but this situation was too terrifying.
She reluctantly swallowed and listened to the ghost mother-in-law speak.
The voice was also like an old bellows, hoarse and unpleasant: "The old slave scared the princess."
She bowed down respectfully.
Ning Yan looked pale and nodded reluctantly.
I heard the ghost mother-in-law say again: "The palace master has asked the old slave to take the two nobles out of the palace.
Please let the two of them go with the old slave."
Gu Mingxuan nodded and said, "Thank you, my dear mother-in-law.
Please convey your gratitude to the palace master on Gu's behalf."
Granny Ghost nodded slowly, turned around and walked towards the other end of the corridor.
Gu Mingxuan squeezed Ning Yan's hand and asked: "A Ning, are you okay?"
Ning Yan pushed the wheelchair and followed her, saying softly: "It's okay."
There was silence in the underground palace, and Granny Ghost walked quietly as well.
All she could hear along the way was the squeaking of empty wheelchairs.
We turned countless corners and walked for a long time.
Ning Yan felt more and more that this terrain was somewhat familiar.
She whispered in Gu Mingxuan's ear: "Why does this look like the Nine Turns of the Crescent Moon Formation?"
Gu Mingxuan laughed softly, his voice not loud but not deliberately lowered: "Yes, all the formations in this underground palace were set up by me back then.
However, after so many years, the palace master seems to have changed."
Ning Yan's eyes widened in surprise: "Why don't I remember that you have been to the Imperial Capital before?"
"Before I met you, I got to know the palace master when I first started training.
At his invitation, I came to the imperial capital to visit the Ziqi Palace.
I didn't expect that I would revisit my old place many years later."
There was a slight sigh in his voice.
As he spoke, it seemed that there was a ray of light coming from the front of the corridor.
The ghost mother-in-law stopped, turned around and saluted: "The old slave has been sent here.
The two nobles can leave on their own."
Gu Mingxuan smiled and said in return: "Thank you."
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The old lady blew out the candle in one breath and disappeared into the darkness strangely.
Gu Mingxuan patted Ning Yan's hand and said, "Let's go, someone has been waiting there for a long time."
Ning Yan nodded and pushed the wheelchair forward step by step.
The light at the end is getting bigger and bigger, and it seems that the dark sky is also dyed into mottled colors, which is exceptionally warm and eye-catching
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