Phoenix Shadow Coming From the Sky: Overture

The fifteenth year of Dadong Jingyan, Xia.

In the majestic imperial city, nothing is more magnificent than the imperial palace, and the most eye-catching thing in the imperial palace is the Bahuang Pagoda in the center. The Bahuang Pagoda is an octagonal building about ten feet high. It is the tallest building in the imperial city. A few feet away from it is the Lingxiao Palace. This tower and one hall are both forbidden areas of the imperial palace. No entry allowed.

But at this moment, the sunset was bright and the sky was filled with rays of light, but there was a slender shadow flying across the palace gates, but the speed was too fast, and those guards who raised their heads occasionally had nothing more than a flash of white light in their eyes.

The slender shadow arrived in front of the Lingxiao Hall in the blink of an eye. Because it was a forbidden area, there was no one in the front and back of the hall, and the guards were standing several feet away.

Under the glow of the sky, it can be seen clearly that the slender figure is a girl about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in white, with black hair hanging down her shoulders, clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, and a pendant the size of a grain of rice on her forehead. The half-inch-long moon-shaped white jade ornaments strung with black pearls, although the complexion is immature, but there is an air of elegance far beyond her age in the brows.

The girl in white looked up at the plaque above, on which were inscribed the three official scripts of "Lingxiao Palace" with a vermilion brush on an ink base. She smiled, thinking it was here.

Gently push open the door of the hall, carry it inside, then gently close the door, and then look up, and see several portraits hanging on the wall directly in front of the hall. The girl looked at those portraits and slowly moved over.

There are nine portraits on the wall, depicting eight men and one woman. The girl's gaze stopped at the only portrait of a woman. The woman in the portrait wears a nine-pronged crown on her head and is dressed in a white court dress. She has long eyebrows and phoenix eyes. The fierce aura of the front makes people cringe upon seeing it.

"So she is like this..." the girl looked at the woman in the portrait and murmured.

At this moment, she was a little emotional, so she relaxed her mind. When she realized that someone else was coming, it was too late, and the footsteps had already reached the door. She turned around reflexively, and gently pushed the door open, and there was a young man in black brocade clothes standing at the door.

The black-clothed boy obviously didn't expect anyone in the hall, so he stood there in surprise.

The eyes of the two are facing each other, and there is a vague sense of deja vu, but they don't know when and where they met.

Facing such a sudden change, the white-clothed girl took the lead, straightened her face and asked, "Who are you?" He is about fifteen or six years old, with sculpted eyebrows and beautiful eyes, his face is like a beautiful jade, and there is a kind of elegance in his movements, but the most strange thing is that he has a white pearl the size of a grain of rice hanging on his forehead. The black jade moon decoration on her forehead is exactly the same as the one on her forehead except for the different color.

While the girl in white was looking at her, the young man in black was also looking at her in amazement, hearing the question, his eyes flashed, and he saluted gently, "I am the eldest prince's companion, may I ask who you are?"

The girl in white was prepared for a long time ago, so she raised her chin and said arrogantly: "You can ask me about my name!" She hadn't looked in the mirror at this moment, otherwise she would find that her expression was a little bit different at the moment Portrait portrait of woman.

"Oh, so it's a princess." The boy in black is a complicated person, and he met in the forbidden place at this moment. Although he was suspicious, the girl in white had an extraordinary bearing, obviously she was not an ordinary woman, and he didn't want to disturb the people in the palace. So don't look into its authenticity.

"This is a forbidden place. As a companion, why did you come here?" The girl in white asked again.

"Oh, I heard from the First Prince that there are portraits of the founding monarchs and ministers in this palace, so I secretly came to see them out of curiosity." She smiled, and said before the girl in white clothes could speak, "Since the princess said this is a forbidden place, why did she come here?"

The girl in white was stunned for a moment, but immediately assumed the posture of a charming princess, "I am also curious about the portrait in this palace. If you dare to tell the truth, I will ask the emperor to cut off your head!"

"Don't dare." The boy in black lowered his head slightly, then looked up at the girl and said, "Since we all came to see the portrait in secret, how about we keep each other's secrets?"

When he spoke, his eyes were clear and his expression was sincere, but for some reason, the girl in white looked at him like this and had the desire to stretch out her claws to scratch the face that said modest gentleman. Of course, at this moment, she restrained her impulse, lowered her voice and said, "Okay, let's keep each other's secrets."

The boy in black got the answer, so he nodded and smiled, and walked into the hall. He looked at the portraits on the wall, one by one, and paused when he saw the second portrait on the left. The man painted on the painting is wearing a nine-pronged crown and wearing a black court dress. His face is far more handsome than ordinary people. Just looking at the portrait at this moment, people have a sense of jade color and mist. If you look at the real person, you still don’t know How amazing it is.

"This King Fengzhao was known as the most beautiful man in Dadong back then. Just by looking at this portrait, one can tell that he is a real 'beauty'." .

The black-clothed boy turned his head to look at her, and smiled slightly, "History records that he is 'extraordinarily handsome', so his appearance is naturally extraordinary."

This smile, like a faint orchid blooming, seems to have a faint fragrance lurking, the girl in white stares blankly, and reacts in a moment, feeling a little ashamed. She is originally a person with a free and easy temperament, but she doesn't know why when she sees this young man, she feels strangely guarded in her heart, but she seems to have a feeling between admiration and disgust when she sees this young man. Can't help but want to suppress, "You are worse than him."

I don't want the boy in black but I don't mind, so I said, "Thank you princess for your compliment."

The girl in white was taken aback again.

"Since this King Fengzhao is the most beautiful man in Dadong, the princess said that I am only a little short, so I can be regarded as the second. But King Fengzhao has long passed away, so I am not the number one in the world." The boy in black laughed Be suave.

The girl in white was originally a derogatory person, but she didn't want to become a compliment instead. It was very uncomfortable to hold her breath in her chest. Looking at the person in front of her, she felt like an animal that she didn't like very much, especially the matching eyebrows and eyes. She smiled like that, so she wrinkled her nose and twitched the corner of her mouth, "The fox is laughing."

This time it was the boy in black's turn to be dazed, thinking that since he was a child, no one would praise him for his modesty and beauty like jade, his elegance like orchid, and how he was ever degraded as a wild animal.

Seeing him in a daze, the girl in white felt relieved, so she turned her head and continued to look at the portrait, commenting as she read, "This man is so gleaming with gold, so tacky! Oh, this man has a baby face, and he looks younger than me." Still young..."

Seeing that she was looking at the painting by herself, the boy in black also turned his head to look at the portrait on the wall.

The girl in white heard this, and couldn't help but look sideways at the boy in black, only to see him staring at the last portrait on the right, and asked strangely: "Who is this person? Why are there more portraits of this person?"

The girl in white has known one more painting since she came in, but at that time her attention was all on the portrait of the woman, and she didn't pay much attention to the extra person. Looking at the portrait, I was also surprised at the first glance.

There are nine portraits on the wall, the one in the middle is wearing a twelve-pronged crown and wearing a dragon badge court dress, with a majestic demeanor, which shows that his status is the most noble. And slightly below his portrait, there are four portraits juxtaposed on the left and right. Seven of them wear nine-pronged crowns and gowns. Only the person on the last portrait on the right is not wearing a gown. The eight people in the middle are all painted from the front, but only the people in this painting are painted from the back.

"Who is this person? Why is his back to the world?" The girl in white couldn't help whispering.

The person in the painting looks like a man. On the high mountaintop, his toga and black hair stand facing the wind. There is only a back view, but that kind of wild and unrestrained demeanor is about to break out of the painting. , very frightening. Moreover, since the portrait of this person hangs in the Lingxiao Palace, he must be someone who has contributed to Jiangshan, so why does this person turn his back on Jiangshan?

"Back to the world?" The white-clothed girl's unintentional words shocked the black-clothed boy's heart. Turning your back on the world, is it unwilling to face the world? Still can't face the world? He looked at the man in the portrait, his eyes flashed brightly, "This is interesting, so there are more than eight portraits in Lingxiao Temple, but who is this person who is going to turn his back on the world?" He seemed to be talking to himself, There was a faint smile on his face.

The girl in white was also very puzzled, "It's so strange, the history books clearly stated that there were eight portraits of the founding emperor hanging in the Lingxiao Palace, but it didn't mention nine portraits."

Facing the portrait, the two were puzzled while the other was having fun.

Looking at the other eight portraits, they are listed with this person, and they must all know the answer, but they will never answer.

"Emperor Weilie, King Huangwu, King Ningrui, King Fengzhao, King Baiwen, King Huakang, King Fengsu, and King Nanyi." The boy in black slowly glanced over the past heroes on the portrait, and his heart ached. Enthusiasm. Then he fixed his eyes on the last portrait, "Eight people are the founding emperors with great merits, and Jinlan's friendship is even more admired by later generations, but a portrait of another person is hung in the Lingxiao Temple where the eight people are, and the cause and effect are not simple. .”

"This person... I will definitely find out who he is!" The girl in white fixed her eyes on the man in the painting.

"Oh?" The boy in black looked sideways at the girl and smiled. For some reason, he had a feeling in his heart that he and the girl in white would see each other again. "Why don't we make a bet and see who can investigate the cause and effect in the most detail."

The girl in white looked at him sideways, her eyes clear, "Okay! But what about the loser?"

"The loser..." The boy in black slightly bent his eyes, looked at the girl with beautiful eyes, and then turned his head to look at the once legendary figures on the portrait, "The loser can never turn his back on the winner." People!"

"Huh?" The girl in white was slightly taken aback by the bet.

"Do you dare?" The black-clothed boy looked back at the girl, his pure black and flawless pupils could not see to the end, but there was a faint bewitching expectation.

In an instant, the girl's heart moved slightly, so she stretched out her palm, "If you don't dare, it's a deal!"

"Okay!" The boy in black stretched out his hand.

"Crack!" The two clapped their hands together as a letter.

"We will meet here again on this day next year to decide whether to win or lose."

After reading the portrait, the purpose of this trip has been achieved.

After walking out of Lingxiao Palace, the two parted ways. When they met again, they both tacitly "forgot" about it. Of course, that's all for later.

At that time——

After the black-clothed boy returned, he secretly found some ancient notes that his family had sealed up.

When the girl in white went back, she was looking for her elder brother: "Brother Shuyue, why are there more than eight people in Lingxiao Temple? Who is the other person?"

The knowledgeable Mr. Yuexiu put down the book in his hand, looked at the distant sky, and sighed softly: "That is a very, very long story."

"Don't worry, brother, I've prepared tea for you and a lot of snacks." The girl in white put out the bamboo basket from behind as if offering a treasure, "Let's tell stories under this peach blossom tree."

The elder brother looked at the younger sister who had returned from the dust, and nodded her nose lovingly, "Okay."

The spring breeze blows, and the peach blossom trees fall one after another, as if there is a rain of pink flowers. In the light dance, the handsome boy and girl sit against the peach tree, against the carved buildings and jade buildings, the blue sky and flowing clouds, everything is beautiful As shown in the scroll.

"More than three hundred years ago, Dong Shixiu, who was born in commoner clothes, and his seven sworn brothers and sisters Huangti, Ningjingyuan, Fengji, Baiyima, Huajingtai, Feng Duying, and Nanpianyue relied on their own talents and talents. Martial arts conquered the troubled times, finally ruled the world, and established the powerful and vast Dadong Empire. Countless splendor, and eight people living together in the Imperial Palace, truly sharing good fortune and misfortune, that is a mythical and beautiful legend in history..."

The quiet and poetic voice narrates, spreading out a magnificent picture of mountains and rivers, and uncovering a dusty history.