The Prequel of Baolian Lantern Konghouyin

The Temple of the True Monarch is located in the extreme west corner of the 33rd Heaven. Even Yang Jian himself can't explain why he put the temple in such a deserted and remote corner when he pulled up the Yang Mansion to go to heaven.

From the bustling Guankou to the desolate and lonely Heavenly Court, the Yang Mansion, which rose from the ground in the past, now stands on 99 basalt steps. The three central doors of the ebony hollow and openwork are closed all the year round. It can only be entered and exited from the Asi Gate on both sides.The slender eaves pierced the sky like a roc spreading its wings, but in the end it could only sink into the dark void.Only when the bright moon is setting in the west, will there be a ray of silvery light sprinkled on the window lattices with metallic luster, making the hall, which has been suppressed all day long, see a bit of lively vitality.

As soon as Yang Jian entered the temple, he was stumbled by the official on duty, and he babbled for half an hour without finishing. Cun Xin got impatient, so she got up and wandered in the back garden. She has lived here for more than a thousand years, so Yang Jian went with her up.

In front of the main hall, the big locust tree planted by Princess Yaoji is still there. It has not been seen for hundreds of years, and the bamboo wind chimes swaying on it are nowhere to be seen. The huge tree crown is still pavilion-like, stretching under the dark clouds The branches and leaves are as thick as black jade.The crabapple planted by Cunxin's hands in the flower garden has long since died, but it has not been removed for some reason. When it was in full bloom in spring, Yang Jian once said that "the fragrance is still there after several night rains, and it is impossible to paint with rouge". Scattered, it is hard to imagine the fairy appearance of red piles of snow and falling flowers in the past.

The pond in the backyard is still clear and shallow with white stones, green Pu Yiyi, and weeping willows beside the pond are like silk, but the soft willow branches are no longer lifted by the wind.Cun Xin remembers that there used to be a group of koi in this pond, red, white, black, and yellow, and they would float up to fight each other when people approached.During the boring years in the Yang Mansion, she often sat by the window, pinched the stamens and fed them.At this moment, the water in the pool, which has always been dark and green, will ripple instantly, boiling up and down like a boiling pot.At that time, Cun Xin, who was melancholy at that time, occasionally felt that there was still such an ethereal vitality in this courtyard where the spring breeze was lonely and the flowers were colorless.But now, the once vivid scenery seems to be frozen in a certain moment by time, everything is no longer old, but it is no longer the endless life of spring rain and autumn frost, one year old and one dry.

Cun Xin stared blankly at the blue-glazed pond, the soreness and heat in her heart surged and spread to the corners of her eyes, she almost shed tears, fearing that people would see her, she hurriedly took a deep breath and held it back.

The dragon girl sniffled, laughing secretly at herself, what a childlike attitude, rubbed her forehead, and walked back to the main hall along the mottled stone path, but at the corner, she saw a winding corridor, deep in the corridor, there was a faint wind Bells jingle.

Wind chimes... There used to be a string of wind chimes, which carried the happiest and most innocent memories of Yang Jiaerlang in this life, and were also engraved with the most painful, deepest and most untouchable scars in his heart.

Cun Xin walks along the brightly lit corridor. This corridor is not wide, and there are three crossed six bowls of prismatic windows on both sides, but it is so strange that no sunlight can penetrate. Chiseling the flower candlestick, Cun Xin almost thought that he was stuck in the deep corridor of an ancient tomb, only the sound of his own footsteps echoed in his ears.The corridor was extremely long and winding. When she finally stood in front of the hanging flower door at the end of the corridor, she breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

The thousand-year-old wooden door was closed tightly, and the red sandalwood sparrow next to the hanging lotus column on the right was replaced, and the string of wind chimes that Cunxin was familiar with hung on it. The warm jade pendants knocked on each other lonely and persistently, hitting her heart with one sound. superior.

"Did you leave me just to live a life like this?" Cun Xin stopped, looked at the wind chime hidden in the shadow of the flower cover, and asked softly in her heart.

Of course, no one has answered this question.

The Dragon Girl raised her wrist lightly, and the moment her white fingertips touched the jade pendant, the door opened in front of her, almost causing her to take a step back in shock.Having made up her mind, she stepped into the thick ink-like shadow.In the darkness, Cun Xin only heard a "呲", and a candlestick behind him lit up inexplicably.Immediately afterwards, the silver lamps on the four walls, the branch lamps on the table, the gilt copper deer lamps on the short sides, and the dragon pattern floor tree lamps beside the screen ignited brilliant flames almost at the same time. .The last thing that lit up was the openworked bronze phoenix chandelier above the secret room. A soft, orange halo shrouded the dragon girl's head, as warm as a holy light.

This is their bedroom in Guankou in the past.Cun Xin knows every piece of furnishings in this room, from the stringed mother-of-pearl bed in the warm pavilion, to the red sandalwood carved concubine chaise longue under the window, the crabapple table and cloud-patterned headline table on which Yang Jian reads and sips tea every day , and even the emerald screen dressing table that Ting Xin brought from the West Sea that day, and even the powder ground from jasmine seeds in the white jade box on the dressing table was placed in the same position as before, and everything was as peaceful as if Cun Xin came from it. Did not leave.

Only the few large cabinets on the west side of the wall have been replaced by a whole row of bookcases backed by nanmu nets. They are tall and square, from the floor to the ceiling, filled with densely packed files and letters.

In the camphor wood cage in the corner, there are all kinds of clothes that Cun Xin prepared for Yang Jian over the years in order.She left in a hurry back then, and didn't take many of her personal belongings with her, so Yang Jian sent some back to Xihai.Cun Xin's hand slid over the smooth and fine stitches, and suddenly, as if thinking of something, she lifted off the layers of robes and trousers, and found the snow-white silk pajamas at the bottom of the box.

"I didn't see you at a glance, but you came here." Yang Jian's voice sounded from behind, causing Cun Xin's shoulders to tremble.

"I... I didn't touch anything, I opened the door by myself." Cun Xin muttered, folded the pajamas twice, stuffed them into the box and put them away.

Yang Jian smiled gently: "The only ones who can come in this door are you and me." He lowered his head and thought for a while, then pointed to the second bookcase on the left and said, "I kept the archives. It's all here." Cun Xin searched for it according to her words, looking for it one by one according to the sticks on the cover, but only saw the five prefectures of Ji, Yan, Qing, Xu, Yong and the two seas in the southwest, she looked up. Looking at the big cabinet as tall as a person, I knew that even if I stood on tiptoe, I would not be able to reach the four prefectures of Jing, Yu, Liang, and Yang above, so I asked, "How do you usually store it? No ladder?"

Yang Jian smiled: "Can't you get it?"

Cun Xin pursed her lips and said: "You can move up, I'll be with you all day to meet people, I'm very tired."

Yang Jian raised his thick eyebrows like eagle wings, blinked, and walked slowly to Longnu.Just when Cun Xin thought he was going to fly to get the file, Yang Jian wrapped his arms around her slender waist, lifted the dragon girl up high, turned around and said, "It's enough now." Got it?"

"What is this for? Let me down!" Cun Xin was caught off guard, her knees resting on his chest and abdomen, and she could faintly feel Yang Jian's muffled smile coming from his chest.But the man shook his head like a naughty child, so angry that Cun Xin tapped his forehead with his index finger, and helplessly raised his arms to flip through the high file.After finally finding the word "Qiantang" in the "Yangzhou" column, he breathed a sigh of relief. He took out a memorial book with a plain silk cover, reached out and patted Yang Jian's door with a smile and said, "I found it."