Chapter 639

In the stargazing Pavilion, black clothes and white clothes sat on the wheelchair side by side, looking at the thousands of lights in the distance. The eyes reflected the prosperous scene in the thousands of lights. The wind blew the plain white curtain, which made the bells in the pavilion tinkle. The man in a dark purple robe slowly turned the jade ring in his hand, and the corners of his lips had an unidentified smile.

"I haven't been here for many years. The attic is as old as it was."

Chunsu slowly played his piano, rising slowly between high water and running water, showing a bit of emptiness and no soul.

"It seems that Wang Zun came here to marry his majesty xuehuang in Tangguo." at that time, Wang Zun came here. In order to ask him for something, Chunsu only replied to him and was destined.

Some marriages and encounters are doomed. One person's life can change the lives of several people. Only this destiny can't be reversed.

Wang Zun looked at the dark sky with a little stars, clenched his lips, shook his head and said softly with a smile: "now the snow emperor is walking on the road to yu'er. I was so unwilling and resentful of fate, but I had to be crushed by fate. The high priest might as well count whether I have the ability to bring yu'er back to the right way."

In a pure song, there was a wrong sound in the high mountains and flowing water, and quickly turned back to the correct sound road. The sound of the piano was very few, which seemed a little empty in the whole stargazing Pavilion. Eight women in white stood quietly aside, carrying tea and pouring water, moving slowly and gracefully.

The breeze pulled the plain white curtain, which made the lights lit in the star picking Pavilion swaying, dragging the shadow lying on the ground. For a long time, the high priest Chun Su slowly stopped the piano sound, with a faint alienation in his voice. He asked, "what is the right way in the king's heart?"

Wang Zun opened his mouth and murmured half a ring at the corners of his lips. What is the right way? He didn't know that he only knew that it was right to defend the Millennium foundation of Huangdao. Over the years, the thought instilled by countless dignitaries in the royal family made him put aside his self-interest and prop up the whole Huangdao with an aging body!

Without waiting for Wang Zun to think for a long time, an inky figure hurriedly climbed up from the first floor, some labored slightly panted, and said softly and anxiously to Wang Zun: "Your Highness, your highness, childe Helian and childe innocent are in the Flower Pavilion..."

What do you do in the Flower Pavilion? Needless to say, everyone knows where the Flower Pavilion is.

However, there is always such an exception. Pure hands are gently placed on the strings and look at the messenger. The tulle cover is mysterious and distant: "where is the Flower Pavilion?"

The young man's face was slightly red, and the king Zun, whose face began to turn black, carefully considered what words could be said to make the high priest understand without misunderstanding? This is indeed a difficult problem to deal with.

"Just... That's where men and women chant poems against each other." the young man looked at the high priest covered with gauze and felt cold behind his back. It was clear that the high priest did nothing, but he always felt that there was a knife on his neck and his legs were soft with fear.

"It's just a nonsense! Go and bring me all back! A Royal Princess is going to be in the garden. What a thing!" Wang Zun patted the wheelchair. The purple smoke pushed the wheelchair along with the little fellow toward the penthouse of the attic.

Chunsu looked at Wang Zun's back, touched his chin, swept his eyes, and the white woman behind him picked his eyebrow. He was quite puzzled: "since it is the right place to recite poetry, why is Wang Zun so angry?"

The woman in white behind Chunsu lowered her head, looked around and dared not look at the high priest. The high priest didn't know that kind of place.

"I ask you something."

"My Lord, the goddess is still in the black Pavilion and sends a message to beg your forgiveness." the woman in white walks forward slowly and pushes her pure wheelchair to the position where Wang Zun stayed just now. It is very close to the stars. It seems that the whole person is in the stars, but this feeling is always false.

The hand can pick the stars, but it's just an exaggerated statement.

A piano sound slowly flowed out of Chunsu's fingertips. Chunsu lowered her eyes and nodded slowly: "let her come over." the woman in white flashed a trace of joy and ran straight down the attic. The woman in white whispered to Chunsu: "Sir, they have begun to move. Do you want to stop them?"

The rhythm of Chunsu's fingertips came out slowly. There was only a body left at Chunsu's fingertips. There was an empty watch but no soul. His pure white hair was blowing slowly in the wind. His fingertips trembled slightly and shook his head.

"The temple does not participate in any political affairs on Huangdao." this is also why the temple has been in the eyes of the people for so many years, just like a God, because it has no desire and no desire, and its state of mind is calm, so it is partial to justice.

"Yes." the woman in white stepped back slowly, and a white figure came in through the window. She stood by Chunsu's wheelchair and saluted slightly. She twisted her eyebrows and looked worried at Chunsu. She glanced at the eight women, frowned and shouted, "I've only been in the black Pavilion for a few days. How can my Shifu lose so much weight!"

The eight women's eyes flashed a trace of panic, like the priest's incessant divination, can they not be tired! It's good to be thin now. The high priest really thinks he is an iron body and doesn't even eat much.

Chunsu raised her hand and said lightly, "how did you think in the black pavilion?"

"Master, I'm not wrong. Why did you think about it? I suddenly found that something had happened to master's purple star in the black pavilion a few days ago. Master, I have a bad hunch!"

"Look at the astrological cloth of astrology with me." Chunsu slightly frowned, handed the piano to the woman in white beside him, and pushed the wheelchair slowly towards the starry marble table on the other side.

They didn't know what the astrology could explain, but the woman in white saw that the faces of the goddess and the high priest had changed greatly. She had a bad hunch. Since astrology, the high priest and the goddess had never gone out of the attic again. Many books and props from the first to the eighth floors were moved to the top floor of the stargazing building.

The goddess sat in a pile of ancient books all year round. She didn't know what she was looking for. The eight women in white stood by and looked at it. They couldn't help at all. They looked worried but helpless.

Chunsu sat quietly in the star array, her eyes were silent, and her eyes were light. With the slow movement of the time, a large number of stars on her head suddenly fell. The goddess poked her head out of a pile of ancient books and stared at the meteors covered with stars, which scared the flowers out of color.

"Shifu, Shifu, come and see. A large number of stars have fallen again."

"The Imperial Star is so bright. If it goes on so bright, it will swallow the star next to it..." the goddess stared at the sky in front of her, and felt her heart almost jump out.