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What's this?Chonghua was curious.She put the book aside and picked up the stack of papers to read.

The book is quite thick, and the paper is very new, but it is definitely not newly printed, because the writing is not as dark as it was just printed.On the outermost page was written the three characters Qing Ping Le, other than that, there was nothing else, no author, no other explanation, just these three characters, neatly arranged vertically in the middle.

Qing Pingle, isn't this the name of the Ci Pai?Is it a vocabulary?Chong Hua guessed endlessly, opened it, and only saw the first page before he knew it was a script.

Is this a new play by Ah Zhen?Chonghua saw that the first person on the list was Chonghua, and was taken aback for a moment. This person had the same pronunciation as her name.Just as she was about to continue reading, the phone rang suddenly. She put the script back to its original place and turned to get the phone on the table.

It was Sui An calling.

Chonghua picked it up, and turned his head to look at the wall clock on the wall, and found that it was already eleven o'clock.

Where are you now?Sui An asked.

home.What's wrong?Chong Hua walked out of the study.

It just so happens that I have a meeting nearby. If you haven't had lunch yet, you can join me.

OK.Anyway, she was alone at noon, so she agreed without hesitation.

When she reached the door of the study, she turned around and closed the door.The door closed slowly, and the script was on the middle shelf of the bookshelf. I didn't notice it before, but now Chonghua found that it was always there.The door closed, and Chonghua also put the matter behind him.

In the evening, when Cui Zhen came back, Chonghua told her about going to Luoyang.

The movie was going to be promoted there, and I just wanted to go to the Summer Palace to see it, so I stopped by.Chong Hua lay on his side on the bed, propping his head with one hand.Cui Zhen had already changed into a silk nightdress, and sat in front of the dressing table with her back to her.Her long hair was almost waist-length, black and smooth, with a different kind of gentleness.

Hearing Chonghua's words, Cui Zhen turned around and asked: Are you going to the Summer Palace?

Um.Chonghua felt that his hands were a little tired, so he sat up. I wanted to go there and have a look. The architecture of an era can reflect the characteristics of that era.

She did think so, the place somehow attracted her, and the timing was right, and she wanted to see it.Cui Zhen looked at her for a while, but said nothing.She stood up, went to sit next to her, Chonghua quickly lay down, pillowed her leg, then grabbed Cui Zhen's hand, put it on her head, and let her smooth her hair.

Chonghua likes this kind of gestures of affection.It used to be like this, especially when she was a child, it made her feel like she had raised a cute and cute kitten, who always liked to nest on her lap and let her stroke her soft fur. This situation continued until she grew up. When she grew up, she restrained herself a little to maintain her mature and stable image.

Cui Zhen followed her heart and stroked her hair.She thought for a while, but still felt uneasy: I can go with you.

Chonghua was so comfortable that her eyes narrowed. When Cui Zhen said this, she turned over, hugged Cui Zhen's waist, and said, "Then I will ask Mori to book another ticket."

Even if this matter is decided.Chonghua called Senhe to book tickets, while Cui Zhen contacted Qin Song and asked her to change the itinerary, freeing up two days.

Located in the north of Luoyang City, the Summer Palace is a very magnificent palace.It occupies a very large area. When the Xia Dynasty was at its peak, it occupied nearly one-eighth of the area of ​​Luoyang City. By the middle of the Xia Dynasty, it accommodated [-] palace people, and it was still not too crowded.Because it is a building in the middle ages, the style is simple and the color is darker. It is not as gorgeous as when red was used in the later period, but this color, coupled with the wide area and simple shape, looks solemn and grand.

After several centuries and years of scouring, the Summer Palace has long lost the prosperous scene of the past.There is no royal family that symbolizes imperial power sitting here. It has been empty for hundreds of years. The majestic and majestic instrument covered by imperial power has long since disappeared. It is just a palace without a soul.

But even so, stepping here, one can still imagine the grand occasion of that year.

It was snowing, and a thick layer had accumulated on the roof of the palace.This kind of weather is not a holiday, and there are not many tourists here, and Chonghua and Cui Zhen also avoid the trouble of crowding.They entered through the side door and walked through a palace road.

There are high walls on both sides, and the wide palace road is paved with bluestone slabs, extending long into the distance, Chonghua is holding Cui Zhen's hand, a picture appears in her mind, the palace people wearing a uniform skirt are holding brooms , sweep away the snow on this road.

That picture fits perfectly with the current scene.

Walk two more steps forward, and you will see a door in the same place.Chonghua stopped abruptly, as if she had seen through time, a woman stood quietly in front of the century-old palace wall, her back was erect, her expression was indifferent, from her expression to her posture, she seemed to be out of the world, clearly detached, but was Forcibly locked in this palace wall that isolates everything.Chonghua tried his best to see her appearance clearly, but he could only see an outline.This scene was so familiar, but she couldn't remember it.

She looked back at Cui Zhen, Cui Zhen seemed to be integrated with this place, she had a calm expression, and felt that she was looking at her, so she turned her head and smiled at her, saying: Let's go.