Creaking and creaking, the heavy door moved automatically without wind, slowly blocking everyone's prying eyes, and at the same time blocking the coldness in Chang Li's eyes when the Eighth Prince turned back.
His dark eyes stared at the door that was slowly closing.
His empty and distant eyes seemed to see the future a long time ago.
Although the hustle and bustle had dissipated, Chang Li still came out of his trance.
He calmly walked off the stone platform and wanted to go to the back hall.
Feeling that his hair had reached his ankles again, he raised his eyebrows and cut his hair off at the waist with a gentle stroke of his palm.
The black hair turned into little auras and disappeared after falling to the ground.
When he left Linxian Palace to travel around, he cut his hair short.
Unexpectedly, it only took three years for him to grow back to its original length.
In other words, it was only after he returned to Linxian Palace that the length suddenly increased.
It has achieved what was described in the original article as "long hair reaching the ground and skin as white as snow."
But Changli doesn't like such long hair.
What should he do with it?
Drag it on the ground to clean the ground.
Although he was dust-free due to his own special characteristics, he still didn't like this kind of procrastination, so he cut his hair short immediately after dealing with the emperor.
The back hall of Linxian Hall is not as simple as the front hall.
It has luxuriant flowers and trees, a small pond with clear water, and a natural scenery.
Even the pillars hidden by flowers and trees are carefully painted with exquisite and complicated patterns.
This is not surprising.
Linxian Palace was originally built by the great Chu State with all the efforts of the country.
It cannot be said to be magnificent, but it is solemn and solemn.
But for some unknown reason, the Linxian Hall became more dilapidated year by year, and finally the front hall became that shabby.
And this apse was not like this at the beginning.
It was built with utmost ingenuity, with rockeries, flowing water, pavilions and pavilions, every part of it was exquisite and beautiful.
But after more than a hundred years of time passed, the flowers and trees in the apse grew up, gradually covering up those elegant and exquisite buildings, and finally turned into a simple and green appearance.
Changli walked towards the big tree in the middle of the courtyard.
The tangled tree was covered with traces of time, but it did not look decayed at all.
Every leaf seemed to have been washed by water, and was as green as green, under the sun.
Exuding burning vitality.
Under the big tree, there is also an ancient astrolabe.
There are some mysterious trajectories on it, but they have been covered up by the years.
The symbols corresponding to the forty-four calendars have become blurred.
The messy lines seemed to have been drawn randomly by an ignorant child, with no order at all.
The ancient trees are green, the courtyard is deep, the astrolabe is covered with moss, and no one is visible.
This scene is like some ancient paintings, full of a thin and lonely feeling.
But at this moment, a living person stepped into this picture.
With one casual movement, he broke the loneliness of the room and injected burning vitality into this picture.
Chang Li walked in front of the astrolabe.
The stone astrolabe did not decay silently like those precious materials.
It stood silently in the courtyard.
The lonely environment here merged into one, just like he himself.
It's like you should stay here.
But Changli knew that this was not the case.
His pale hand stroked the inexplicable tracks on the astrolabe, as if he wanted to glean the unknown destiny from them.
After a long time, he withdrew his hand and walked under the ancient tree.
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A gust of cool wind blew through the hem of his clothes and lingered around him, as if the ancient tree was gently greeting its owner.
This tree was planted by Changli himself.
It was planted by Changli when Linxian Palace was first established and the astrolabe was first formed a hundred years ago.
In the hundreds of years since then, Changli has been carefully cultivating it until it grew into the lush, green and vibrant appearance it is today.
His hand gently knocked twice on the tree trunk.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came from nowhere, rustling the lush leaves of the big tree, like a hymn that traveled through time and space, giving the most lasting feeling to Chang Li.
Long lasting compliments.
The corners of Chang Li's mouth curved slightly, as if the tree's actions made him feel happy, and he said softly, "You are interested."
The big tree suddenly shook more violently, as if to say, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.
The centuries-old tree already has the intelligence it has today.
It has to be said that Changli is very caring about him.
The ancient tree seemed to be very happy about the return of its owner.
He kept swinging the leaves and playing songs of nature.
No wonder, after counting the time, Chang Li had not seen him for more than twenty years.
A few years ago, he sensed that his master had awakened, but he did not come to the backyard, but left Linxian Palace directly.
In the following years, the incarnation left behind by Chang Li never went to the backyard, so even though Gu Mu knew that his master had woken up, he still had not seen him.
Now he keeps making noises.
In addition to reporting what happened in the past twenty years, he also wants to talk about his separation.
Changli stood under the tree for a long time, listening to Gu Mu's nagging words, and his mood improved a lot.
This clean and lonely environment allowed him to wash away the hustle and bustle of his life and return to his true self.
Perhaps, this kind of place is the most suitable existence for him.
After Gu Mu gradually calmed down his excited emotions, Chang Li said softly, "Don't be happy too early.
You haven't handed over your homework to me yet.
Think about how you want to hand it over to me later."
The sound made by the ancient tree suddenly stopped.
It was quiet for a while, and then gently rubbed the leaves pretending to be casual.
From time to time, a breeze blew around Changli, just like a little baby trying to please after making a mistake.
Caught an adult alive.
When Changli saw his obvious guilty conscience, the smile on his face became even gentler, as if the sun had come out and melted the shallow ice and snow on the ground, leaving a hint of chill in the warmth.
He knocked on the tree trunk again, "Don't try to deal with me, I won't let you go easily."
The ancient tree became peaceful again, and the next moment, pieces of leaves fell like snowflakes, covering the ground, but Chang Li's body was not contaminated at all.
Changli looked at Gu Mu's angry look and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Yeah."
The clear voice was mixed with coldness, but it was more of a joke, but now Gu Mu's intelligence is only equivalent to that of a three- or four-year-old human child, so naturally he can't tell the difference.
He suddenly panicked and didn't dare to drop the leaves anymore.
He could only stay where he was quietly.
The tall and vigorous branches drooped one after another like the weight of Mount Tai.
Even the jade-like leaves were cast a shadow, as if they had lost most of their vitality, which was pitiful.
Well, it can be said to be very sad
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