Chapter 556

She did.

Feng Zhiwei has squatted down, with a slightly awkward posture, around the eighteen pillars, a circle.

The look on her face, from the initial surprise, to doubt, to understanding, to gradually quiet, until after seeing the 18 pillars, her face has been difficult to distinguish between sadness and joy, into a faint silence and a little bleak.

The angle that is not easy to be found, a small area, and the lines under the carving layer tell a complete story.

He and her story.

The first encounter with ice lake in Qiufu, drinking together on a lonely bridge on a snowy night, confrontation between lanxiangyuan gardens, killing bows of Qingming academy, facing each other at luohualoutou, bridgehead of the palace abandoned by rainstorm, poem throwing cup in Jindian, solitary cliff assistance in Jiyang, boatouxi drama officialdom, homicide head of Longxi mansion, Yanjia ancestral hall's rescue, and attacking high boats on the sea The case of roaring attack in the hall of the Ministry of punishment, the danger of Hongfen in Jingshen hall, the warm water in the East Pool of Shuyu villa, and the hand holding under bizhao Cliff

Eighteen columns, eighteen paintings, the process of his and her intersection is like beads, vividly in my eyes. Fengzhiwei unconsciously reaches out to caress the carving layer, vaguely thinking that he and she have experienced so much, so much together.

Ning Yi squatted down on her side, and reached out to touch the dark carving. His voice was long and slow, which reminded people of the yellow old pages opened silently in the silent night, and experienced Chenxiang.

"Zhiwei, you see, these past, I let people carefully engraved here, a hundred thousand years later, all the people are old, only the hall leader is there, regardless of the vicissitudes of life, things and people are not the same, the rivers and mountains are changing, or even the people's hearts are moving, only they are always here, the time is not old, and will never be forgotten."

Feng Zhiwei looked back at him. Her eyes were shining in the dark. After a while, she said, "there are no heroes who are immortal, and there are no halls that can not be destroyed. One day, they will still be annihilated in the dust."

"Then take it in your heart and turn it into your soul, and your consciousness will never die." Ning Yi held her hand gently.

Feng Zhi looked at him with a faint smile. She suddenly turned around and pointed to a pillar in the middle, saying, "most of me can see what the painting is, only this one, I don't understand."

The carving on that pillar is very simple. It is two city gates, two archways and two high platforms, which stand silently in the falling snow.

"That year, when it snowed, I chased you back to the imperial capital from the South China Sea." Ning Yi's voice is like the painting, which is slightly snowy and dreary. "Hurry up and slow down, but it's a step too late. That day, you went out from the main hall, passed through jiulongtai, passed through Yutang street, crossed the Shenshui gate, went out of Yongning gate, and left Beijing. And I, from Chang'an gate, through Shenshui gate, through Yutang street, into jiulongtai and back to Beijing. "

His fingers swam slowly along the two intersecting and wrong routes, drawing a non intersecting arc, "you see, only one step, only one place, can't make a perfect circle. He has made a mistake, but he doesn't know when and when it can be repaired completely Zhiwei, I just hope that between us, do not meet like this and rub shoulder and wrong. "

Feng Zhiwei's fingers, like him, quietly walked along the disappointed route. It was like that year, Princess Shengying's distant marriage team and Nanhai imperial envoy's team returning to Beijing were close at hand and crossed each other.

Then she smile, stand up, look around the 18 pillars, for a moment she closed her eyes, as if she wanted to remember this scene under the moonlight pear blossom.

When Ning Yi stood up, she had already opened her eyes. She was still so confused and clear in her eyes. She said with a smile, "look at the inner hall." A turn, when the advanced hall.

Naturally, the hall is full of splendid curtains and smoked cages. Feng Zhiwei is reminded of this and doesn't pay much attention to them. She glances at the wall and recalls the ground outside. It turns out that the height of the floor is different. It is only covered by the stairs. It is not easy to find out that the master is not proficient in this field.

She was looking for the mechanism to go down to the next floor of the hall. Suddenly, the whole wall in front of her was divided into two parts, and the lower part slowly fell down. The huge wall suddenly fell down. She looked back in horror and said with a smile, "I almost thought it was an earthquake."

Ning Yi stood behind her, standing in the light and shadow of the moon, smiling at each other. He was not close to him, nor did he know how to open the mechanism. Feng Zhiwei did not ask. He only took a look at the ground after the wall fell down and said, "it's really a different world."

"I'll take you with me, or I'll be afraid of a mechanism." As like as two peas stepped down the steps, the two steps stepped down the steps, but the steps were just a few cuts. The face was a wide door with a deep red relief, and the game was gently pushed away, and the interior decoration was exactly the same as it was. It was only empty and not what to put on. The scarlet and bright yellow carpet with huge figures embroidered with war scenes was paved from the doorway to the palace wall. The four sides of the wall, the upper half is hollow, not as dark as the imagination, there is light penetration.

"Although the hall is half hidden from the ground, it is designed with a turning point to get light. You can receive the light from the outside and hear the sound outside. If you don't want to be disturbed, just close those dark windows." Ning Yi refers to some small windows at the top.

Feng Zhiwei looked at the design and thought strangely that it was not suitable for this hall to be a refuge. It was a bit like underground palace.I can't help laughing at this thought. I feel ridiculous. Emperor Tiansheng's mausoleum has been selected for a long time. In Yanhu mountain, near the North Road of Shandao, outside the Yanhu pass, hundreds of master Canyu selected the best dragon vein. It has been several years since the construction started. How could it be changed here? Besides, it doesn't look like it.

Ning Yi looked at her and asked, "what are you laughing at?" Feng Zhiwei shook her head and walked around the carpet. The hall was open, and the curtain was hanging at the end of the hall. She lifted the curtain and saw that the whole wall was made of domineering multi treasures. There were no rare antiques on it. Only in the middle, she put a pot of wine. The wine pot was exquisite and strange. It could be seen that it was a famous product.

"It's my selfishness." Ning Yi came over and said with a smile, "although the hall has been built, when it will be opened is really hard to say. I got a pot of good wine last time. It first exists in the underground, and then I can come to take it when I have no wine."

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