Hongyi looked up cautiously, looking at Chongmenhuan who was sitting cross-legged in the carriage and had been closing her eyes, she was plain and plain, her face was delicate and fair, although she had married another woman, but look, she looked like a girl who had not left the cabinet.
She always felt a little stagnant in the atmosphere in the carriage, but Chongmen Huan was as stable as Mount Tai, so she could only say in a sneering voice: "Niangniang, turn this street, and then cross the Huanjing City Road, which is the north of the city. ” Wind end building, is one of the many strongholds in the capital.
Although there are many strongholds, however, Shigemon especially likes this windy building.
The carriage walked for I don't know how long, until it was already dark before it reached the north of the city, and the wind was still in the deep forest suburbs outside the north of the city.
Sparse and sparse, there are few homes anymore.
The carriage slowly stopped, and the voice of the purple clothes came from outside: "Niangniang, it's here!"
” Hongyi lifted the curtain and looked at the scene outside, and then helped Chongmen Huan to get out of the carriage.
As soon as his feet stood still, Chongmenhuan raised his head, and saw the thatched house that fell between the mountains and rivers, the courtyard was very large, the winding corridor flowed, and a zigzag board bridge looked at the thatched house from the door.
In addition to the great view, this place is very ruined, and it seems to be a poor man's dwelling.
It's just that the courtyard, Chongmenhuan really likes it very much, the wind comes from the mountain, with the fresh air of the forest, mixed with fog, the sparsely hung wind lamps in the yard, dotted like starlight, the light and shadow falling on the water surface, with strange ripple colors, the thatched hut reveals a little light, it looks very warm.
She felt a little emotion in her heart, such a person has supreme power and status, and glory and wealth are within his reach.
And what he loves is such a dull and quiet life.
Perhaps everyone is the same, struggling in the mud to pursue power and wealth, but in their hearts they yearn for a piece of pure bliss.
This is the Pure Land of Bliss.
Chongmenhuan stood at the door, raised his head to look at the plaque above the wooden door that had been eroded by the wind and rain, but there was not a word on it.
She could probably guess the intentions of the heavy door.
This is also done for the sake of safety.
Even if someone gets the name of Feng Duan Lou from them in the future, they will not be able to find such a residence in this world, because Feng Duan Lou is also a nameless residence.
Just as she was thinking to herself, a person walked out of the shadowy courtyard, it was Chang Ling.
Seeing Chongmenhuan standing outside the door, he was a little surprised.
He originally thought that even if Hongyi went back and told Chongmen Huan that she wanted her to save King Han, according to Chongmen Huan's temperament, he would not dare to leave the palace.
Because, in Chongmenhuan's heart, he hates Chongmen.
However, unexpectedly, she actually came, from the palace to the end of the wind, it took at least more than an hour to walk, and Chongmenhuan still came.
It seems that this woman's mind is not easy to guess.
"Niangniang, it's unfortunate that you're here, King Han is busy at this time!"
Chang Ling bowed down and saluted Chongmen, and his tone was polite.
A light smile flowed from Chongmenhuan's eyebrows: "I heard Hongyi say that he was seriously injured, will this be difficult, what else can I be busy with?"
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