Chapter 590

Dozens of paintings stretched down. Under the bright night pearl, there was a light yellow. There was silence in the imperial Pavilion. Most of the second floor were paper-based ancient books. Looking at the third floor, there were bamboo slips and thousands of inscriptions on them.

In the corner, there is a pair of tables and chairs carved from the roots of a big tree. Now it is full of ash at a glance. The spider webs are intertwined into lines on song Ningyu's head, and the steps are light and slow. The portraits hanging on both sides begin to form a circle around the round attic from Song Ningyu's right hand.

The portrait on each piece of paper shows the oldest one with white beard, old and green, and the youngest one is only three years old. He is wearing a purple robe, with a pair of unsophisticated eyes and shallow lines on his face.

How many past historical events have been sealed in a painting. The closed window of the attic makes a fine sound in the sudden strong wind. It is about that the wind has blown some loose and old window lattice.

Song Ningyu glanced down at the ground. In addition to her footsteps, there was a step seal on the gray ground. Although the seal was very shallow, almost no trace of stepping on the ash, that little detail was collected into song Ningyu's eyes.

The whole imperial Pavilion is huge! Like a big cup placed on the ground, the construction everywhere is extremely meticulous, but the meticulous is covered with ash, adding a sense of depression like smoke in the past.

In the attic, there were musical instruments in the half circle near the door. Sheng, Qin and Xiao looked at all kinds. What they had seen and had not seen were carefully sending out the scars of the past under the brilliance of the Pearl of the night.

Song Ningyu took back her eyes and walked slowly along the portrait. On each painting, there will be a concise and short poem to explain the short life of the emperor of that generation. On the side of the portrait, there will be a small painting, either male or female, with inscriptions of the emperor's husband or queen.

In terms of unification in the painting, probably thousands of years ago, Huangdao unified the whole world. Later, I don't know which generation of emperor had a problem, so it led the main force of dihuangdao to this Huangdao, while Hongmeng is the blood of the Huangdao left on the ground. After so many thousands of years of evolution, although this blood actually doesn't matter, But that meaning is still hanging there, No.

Song Ningyu stretched out her hand and turned the painting over. She found that there were nine portraits of people in every ten paintings. There were four words for students in the imperial Pavilion. It can be seen that the original imperial pavilion was really an excellent teaching Pavilion for practicing imperial power!

Huangdao was established for more than 1800 years and ruled the whole world for nearly 800 years. Among the hundreds of portraits, there is only one portrait. On it, men and women work together in one painting. Unlike other paintings, it is mostly a large painting, and a small one is added under it. Probably because the emperor's family is rarely accompanied by the old true feelings, song Ningyu paid more attention to the portraits of the two people outside the pavilion.

The two people in the painting seem to be somewhat similar. The woman's eyebrows and eyes are picturesque and the man's eyebrows and eyes are square and handsome, which is about the legendary husband and wife.

The two people in the picture calculate the date of their accession to the throne. It seems that it is the day when the royal family moved to Huangdao.

The stairs revolved all the way up, and the wheelchair slowly climbed up the second floor with support bit by bit.

Wang Zun pushed his wheelchair and slowly stopped beside song Ningyu. He whispered, "this is the first emperor and queen of Huangdao. It is said that the first emperor and the first Zun of Hongmeng were compatriots and brothers. Because they fell in love with a woman at the same time, which was later obtained by the first emperor who was the eldest son of the emperor, they fought fiercely, thus ending the unification of Huangdao for nearly 800 years."

In that quiet tone, I couldn't hear any regret, but a pale smile of joking about history.

"Later, the first emperor was defeated and almost forced to the hell of Montenegro. I don't know why. Xianzun and the first emperor suddenly led a group of elites from Huangdao to Huangdao. All the people walked clean overnight!"

Song Ningyu looked at the two old people who were holding hands on the portrait in surprise, and looked down and saw a line of small words attached to it: is the world safe and sound? I wish I could live up to you.

Is the world safe and sound? How can there be double perfection in the world? The so-called double perfection is not the way people want to come, or retreat or advance. Being worthy of heart is the best way.

All the way slowly, the Nalan surnames in recent hundreds of years began to wither. Song Ningyu saw that the beginning of the Nalan surname had become the Helian surname, and even the Xuanyuan surname appeared in some.

Ziyan took out his handkerchief and wiped the dusty old tree root tables and chairs for Wang Zun. Wang Zun's dry and pale hands gently stroked the tables and chairs, and his eyes were filled with memories.

Song Ning Yu lowered his eyes and looked at Wang Zun's face. He wanted to say something but stopped talking. He really had no intention to see him continue to be silent!

"Wang Zun brought me here. What do you want to say after all? Please make it clear!" song Ningyu stood in front of the last portrait. The man on the portrait was dressed in purple and gold robes, holding a sun and moon Scepter in his hand, combed his hair high, elegant and dignified, showing grace and kindness, and looked down at the words above, Nalan snow.

She remembered that her mother's surname was not Nalan. In her memory, it seemed that her surname was Liu. Liucheng was like snow in March, so she was named Liu Xue. How could it be Nalan Xue!

Wang Zun sat in a wheelchair and sighed: "Nalan is the royal family in the imperial island. There are two hidden clans here, namely Piaomiao and Mohe. After the imperial island was hidden in it, it has become a tripartite confrontation. After nearly a thousand years of evolution, there are fewer and fewer people in the Imperial Island, whether it is a big clan or a royal family."

He muttered on the corners of his lips, pushed his wheelchair, and looked at the last picture hanging gently. The reason why there was only one Nalan snow and didn't see his emperor's husband was that Huangdao would never admit that song Ningyu's father, song Taifu, was the emperor's husband, so he didn't hang it.

"For the absolute purity of the royal blood, yu'er, you are the last generation of our Nalan family! You have more than 1800 years of royal blood! My uncle believes you can shoulder this important task!" the meaningful tone is full of determination. Helping song Ning to the top has become a nail on the board.

Song Ningyu raised her eyebrows and said lightly, "Your Majesty snow emperor is still in his position. It's too unreasonable for you to do so?"

At the mention of his Majesty the snow emperor, Wang Zun's whole person has changed, and a silent depression rises in the air. Wang Zun calmly looks at the portrait and is silent. Looking down from above, he can still see that there is rockery and running water in a corner of the hall. The running water has become a pool of stagnant water, emitting a depressing atmosphere in the stuffy room.

All the silence and depression turned into nothing in Wang Zun's helpless sigh: "being kind and soft is the biggest taboo for the emperor."

Song Ningyu's cool eyes looked at the third floor and walked slowly. The third floor was twice as high as the first floor and the second floor. Standing in the cluster of thousands of books, through the tile roof of glass crystal, the whole person seemed to be buried in the books. All the books were classified, and the handwriting was faintly hung on the front of the bookcase under each row and on the roof.

Each bookcase is equipped with a solid ladder for taking books. Most of the books are bamboo slips. Take out a bamboo slip and open it. When you see some ancient and simple words engraved on it, you can guess that it is a passage in the book of songs called tao yao.