The sunset slowly sinks to the ground, and the red glows in the sky bring a layer of pink to the pure white palace.
I walked through the corridor and under the command of the maid, I came down to a bedroom surrounded by water. I stood at the door and looked inside. The unspeakable magnificence and spotlessness reminded me of my residence in Yanzong, and suddenly I had a deeper understanding of class contradictions.
Go in Ah
The maid stood behind Gao Zhu, waved her hand at me, opened her mouth wide and made a mouth shape: Go in
Seeing that because I was still moving, the other party wanted to rush up and push me, I stepped into this palace.
The white marble floor that can be seen is cool under your feet. The evening breeze blows across the pool and enters the bedroom again, bringing a hint of coolness.
Various decorations made of gold, silver and jade are quietly displayed in every corner. The carpet made of animal skins is spread to the depths of the bedroom, and a hand is stretched out behind the layers of gauze curtains.
The boy changed into a loose white robe, revealing his chest. He must have just finished taking a shower, his hair was half wet, and water was dripping. An earring was faintly exposed during his movements.
He lifted the curtain and frowned and asked me: Little Bug, why did you come?
When I recalled the etiquette that the maid taught me on the road, I saluted and called the boy: Wang
The boy turned around and returned to the depths, and the sound came through the gauze curtain: Come here
The so-called kindness and pity should not mean that, right?
I slowly stepped closer to the gauze curtain, took a deep breath, and entered the young man's territory
The books scattered all over the floor were in my mind, a snow-white and complete animal skin was laid beside the bed, and the soft bed was hand-woven stall.
The boy sat cross-legged on the bed. The afterglow outside the window was divided into several bunches through the frame and hit him, covering him, like a god's residence.
The young king pointed to the cushion in front of him and signaled me to sit down, then said: I heard that you are a foreigner. Hey, is the place you came from far away?
It turned out to be a conversation activity. I breathed a sigh of relief, sat upright on the cushion and looked up at him, making a gentle expression: My hometown is at the other end of the sea, very far away from here
The boy showed a suspicious look: I found people like you in the book, but they lived not on the other side of the sea
I looked at the books on the ground: Although they have the same appearance, they are not necessarily the same ethnic group
The boy was not satisfied with my reply, but he did not continue to ask: Then, is there any prosperity and beauty in your hometown?
My hometown...
I don't know exactly what the teenager asked me these questions, is it just curiosity? Or something else...?
I think of the scenery of Rancui Peak: My hometown is different from here, covered with snow all year round
What is snow?
The boy leaned slightly and interrupted me curiously
The other party's eyes were serious and focused. This kind of gaze made me feel a little uncomfortable: The snow is white, cold and falling from the sky
I have only seen rain falling from the sky, but I have never seen the snow you mentioned, and the book does not describe the existence of snow.
Because the king is the child of the sun, the snow will melt when it encounters the sun, so...
Before I finished speaking, the boy grabbed my wrist
The air became silent for a moment. I didn't know what he wanted, and he didn't say anything.
After a while, he let go of my wrist: Then why didn't you melt?
……???
You came from the melting snow country, and I am the son of the sun. When I touch you, why didn’t you melt?
It seems that the Sun Son does not understand the rhetorical metaphor, so I spoke carefully: Although I came from the Snow Country... but people are still different from snow.
Fortunately, the other party was not confused. He digested my words quickly, regardless of whether they understood them or not. He pulled out the drawing board and charcoal pen from his side and handed them to me: What does the snow look like? Draw it down!
I think of one thing, one thing, Ah, Wang
I took the paper and pen, thought for a little, and painted a simple six-petal snowflake
The boy got off the bed as early as I started writing, sat beside me, and looked at me with his head slightly.
After I finished drawing, he picked up the drawing board and was amazed: Is it such a beautiful thing? It looks like a flower! But it is so big that it will destroy things on the ground when it falls?
No, Wang, it is usually not so big... I saw a string of pearls hanging on the painted vase standing by the window, as big as beans, and they were white, so I took it down and handed it to the young man's palm: The snowflakes are usually so big, soft, very light, but occasionally there are bigger ones. If it falls too fast and lasts too long, it may cause disaster
The boy rubbed the pearl in his hand, lowered his head and spoke softly: Disaster is God's wrath, and the punishment for believers to do wrong things...
The topic seems to be a bit off
I knelt on the mat, raised my hand and struggled for a moment, and then put it back: Wang, do you want to listen to my story?
I have been to many places, experienced the customs and customs of various places, and learned some interesting stories. Do you want to listen to them?
The night is already deep
The lotus in the pond shook gently in the night wind, and I leaned against the tall pillars, my eyes drifting towards the star curtain in the distance
When I told the boy all kinds of stories from China, abroad, and the present and ancient times, and was dry, the other party finally yawned and told me that I could take my leave.
And I also saw his name Sherman on the scattered book title page
Sherman, I am sure that like the Sun Palace, I have never heard of it, and I have not described it in the original book
Where the author cannot touch the pen, other stories occasionally appear in the world in this book.
Sherman, who looks exactly like Que He, has a blonde and blue-eyed look in the eyes of others, and he himself doesn't seem to realize it.
What exactly do I want to see in this illusion?
I subconsciously touched the hilt of the sword, but I felt that the Zhechun sword was not on me, and I felt that my sense of security was reduced.
The only valuable property on my body, sword and storage bag, I don’t know where I am now
If you can't use spiritual energy, you can't detect them. In this illusion, you can only detect consciousness in the way of a mortal.
A sleepy feeling came, and I felt my eyelids were heavy, and I couldn't help but close my eyes
……
Hey, little bug
Sherman's voice suddenly came from my ears. I opened my eyes with a shiver and saw the other person squatting in front of me, holding his chin to look at me.
Behind the boy is the newborn sun, which brings a layer of soft light to him.
He had his hair loose and was wearing a light-colored silk robe with his cuffs and collars open and his waist was not yet tied.
After seeing me open my eyes, he raised his eyebrows: You slept here for a night and didn't fall into the pool. I can imagine how you traveled. Ignoring the surrounding environment can help you sleep well. It is indeed a very important point in the journey.
My back suddenly became cold and I fell asleep ignorantly in the illusion, which was not a good thing
Sherman woke me up, then stood up and stepped onto the steps into the palace
I walked in and saw a maid standing in the room, holding all kinds of clothes and jewelry.
Sherman had been surrounded by maids, who combed his hair, tidyed his clothes, and wore accessories for the young Wang. Everything was quiet and fast, and in an orderly manner.
A shawl embroidered with sun totem of unknown material was pinned on his right shoulder, and the front part was tied into his waistband, with the back end hanging under his feet.
His hair was braided in a strand hanging behind his head, with a sapphire-shaped forehead, a single-sided earring carved with gold in a pattern on one ear, and a necklace made of gemstones in the same color just flattened the wrinkles of the clothes
Sherman stood among the maids and waved at me. When I approached, he clasped his hand into a fist and reached out to me.
I subconsciously made the same move and fisted him
The air is strangely quiet
The young Wang widened his eyes: What are you doing?
Isn't that what it means?
The maids on the side took a breath and then became angry: "Don't respect Wang!"
I quickly shook my head: No, I don't think it's that level yet...
Sherman kept his current position and coughed, interrupting my embarrassment: Little bug, put it on for me
Then I found that there was a pair of gold wrist guards left in the tray the maids were holding, so I put it on Sherman's wrist with ease, folded the cuffs inside and clamped them to complete the last step for his outfit today
As a poor sword cultivator, I have seen too many gold, silver and jade in the past two days. Although most practitioners use spiritual stones as circulating currency, I am still a little moved when I see this.
Well...If I were a rich sword cultivator, maybe I wouldn't have to worry about the scrapping of a set of clothes
Sherman patted my cheek and pulled me back from his distraction. He frowned: What are you dazed? Did you hear what I just said?
The maids once again cast dissatisfied eyes. I didn't hear anything he said, but now it's not the time to be honest, so I nodded repeatedly: I heard it!
The boy was satisfied, grinned, showed a little tiger's teeth, strided out of the bedroom, and raised his silk slightly behind him with his steps.
The maids dispersed one after another, and seeing that I was leaving alone here, I quickly grabbed one of the maids by the arm: Xiao...Where has he gone?
I almost blurted out the little prince Sherman, and I feel that in this illusion, I can easily become a disrespectful person to the king.
The other party showed a disgusting expression: Wang Rili is busy, so he is naturally busy. But you, without saying anything, you even have to wake up the king himself! Oh my God, how can the sun be condescending to the ants in a foreign land!
I ignored the second half of the sentence and continued to ask: Does Wang have a lot of work?
That was natural. The king just returned from the temple praying yesterday. Today I have to be busy again. I don’t even have time to rest. How hard it is... The king bears a heavy responsibility, alas...
Seeing that the maid was in the daily state of praise for Sherman again, I let go of her wrist and retreated from the bedroom.
The sun has risen, and the air is getting dry and hotter. I walk in the corridor
Along the way, I saw a maid cleaning quietly. When I passed by them, I didn't attract any attention.
I think back to my journey yesterday. Since I have nothing to do, it would be reasonable for me to stroll around?
I walked through the corridor and under the command of the maid, I came down to a bedroom surrounded by water. I stood at the door and looked inside. The unspeakable magnificence and spotlessness reminded me of my residence in Yanzong, and suddenly I had a deeper understanding of class contradictions.
Go in Ah
The maid stood behind Gao Zhu, waved her hand at me, opened her mouth wide and made a mouth shape: Go in
Seeing that because I was still moving, the other party wanted to rush up and push me, I stepped into this palace.
The white marble floor that can be seen is cool under your feet. The evening breeze blows across the pool and enters the bedroom again, bringing a hint of coolness.
Various decorations made of gold, silver and jade are quietly displayed in every corner. The carpet made of animal skins is spread to the depths of the bedroom, and a hand is stretched out behind the layers of gauze curtains.
The boy changed into a loose white robe, revealing his chest. He must have just finished taking a shower, his hair was half wet, and water was dripping. An earring was faintly exposed during his movements.
He lifted the curtain and frowned and asked me: Little Bug, why did you come?
When I recalled the etiquette that the maid taught me on the road, I saluted and called the boy: Wang
The boy turned around and returned to the depths, and the sound came through the gauze curtain: Come here
The so-called kindness and pity should not mean that, right?
I slowly stepped closer to the gauze curtain, took a deep breath, and entered the young man's territory
The books scattered all over the floor were in my mind, a snow-white and complete animal skin was laid beside the bed, and the soft bed was hand-woven stall.
The boy sat cross-legged on the bed. The afterglow outside the window was divided into several bunches through the frame and hit him, covering him, like a god's residence.
The young king pointed to the cushion in front of him and signaled me to sit down, then said: I heard that you are a foreigner. Hey, is the place you came from far away?
It turned out to be a conversation activity. I breathed a sigh of relief, sat upright on the cushion and looked up at him, making a gentle expression: My hometown is at the other end of the sea, very far away from here
The boy showed a suspicious look: I found people like you in the book, but they lived not on the other side of the sea
I looked at the books on the ground: Although they have the same appearance, they are not necessarily the same ethnic group
The boy was not satisfied with my reply, but he did not continue to ask: Then, is there any prosperity and beauty in your hometown?
My hometown...
I don't know exactly what the teenager asked me these questions, is it just curiosity? Or something else...?
I think of the scenery of Rancui Peak: My hometown is different from here, covered with snow all year round
What is snow?
The boy leaned slightly and interrupted me curiously
The other party's eyes were serious and focused. This kind of gaze made me feel a little uncomfortable: The snow is white, cold and falling from the sky
I have only seen rain falling from the sky, but I have never seen the snow you mentioned, and the book does not describe the existence of snow.
Because the king is the child of the sun, the snow will melt when it encounters the sun, so...
Before I finished speaking, the boy grabbed my wrist
The air became silent for a moment. I didn't know what he wanted, and he didn't say anything.
After a while, he let go of my wrist: Then why didn't you melt?
……???
You came from the melting snow country, and I am the son of the sun. When I touch you, why didn’t you melt?
It seems that the Sun Son does not understand the rhetorical metaphor, so I spoke carefully: Although I came from the Snow Country... but people are still different from snow.
Fortunately, the other party was not confused. He digested my words quickly, regardless of whether they understood them or not. He pulled out the drawing board and charcoal pen from his side and handed them to me: What does the snow look like? Draw it down!
I think of one thing, one thing, Ah, Wang
I took the paper and pen, thought for a little, and painted a simple six-petal snowflake
The boy got off the bed as early as I started writing, sat beside me, and looked at me with his head slightly.
After I finished drawing, he picked up the drawing board and was amazed: Is it such a beautiful thing? It looks like a flower! But it is so big that it will destroy things on the ground when it falls?
No, Wang, it is usually not so big... I saw a string of pearls hanging on the painted vase standing by the window, as big as beans, and they were white, so I took it down and handed it to the young man's palm: The snowflakes are usually so big, soft, very light, but occasionally there are bigger ones. If it falls too fast and lasts too long, it may cause disaster
The boy rubbed the pearl in his hand, lowered his head and spoke softly: Disaster is God's wrath, and the punishment for believers to do wrong things...
The topic seems to be a bit off
I knelt on the mat, raised my hand and struggled for a moment, and then put it back: Wang, do you want to listen to my story?
I have been to many places, experienced the customs and customs of various places, and learned some interesting stories. Do you want to listen to them?
The night is already deep
The lotus in the pond shook gently in the night wind, and I leaned against the tall pillars, my eyes drifting towards the star curtain in the distance
When I told the boy all kinds of stories from China, abroad, and the present and ancient times, and was dry, the other party finally yawned and told me that I could take my leave.
And I also saw his name Sherman on the scattered book title page
Sherman, I am sure that like the Sun Palace, I have never heard of it, and I have not described it in the original book
Where the author cannot touch the pen, other stories occasionally appear in the world in this book.
Sherman, who looks exactly like Que He, has a blonde and blue-eyed look in the eyes of others, and he himself doesn't seem to realize it.
What exactly do I want to see in this illusion?
I subconsciously touched the hilt of the sword, but I felt that the Zhechun sword was not on me, and I felt that my sense of security was reduced.
The only valuable property on my body, sword and storage bag, I don’t know where I am now
If you can't use spiritual energy, you can't detect them. In this illusion, you can only detect consciousness in the way of a mortal.
A sleepy feeling came, and I felt my eyelids were heavy, and I couldn't help but close my eyes
……
Hey, little bug
Sherman's voice suddenly came from my ears. I opened my eyes with a shiver and saw the other person squatting in front of me, holding his chin to look at me.
Behind the boy is the newborn sun, which brings a layer of soft light to him.
He had his hair loose and was wearing a light-colored silk robe with his cuffs and collars open and his waist was not yet tied.
After seeing me open my eyes, he raised his eyebrows: You slept here for a night and didn't fall into the pool. I can imagine how you traveled. Ignoring the surrounding environment can help you sleep well. It is indeed a very important point in the journey.
My back suddenly became cold and I fell asleep ignorantly in the illusion, which was not a good thing
Sherman woke me up, then stood up and stepped onto the steps into the palace
I walked in and saw a maid standing in the room, holding all kinds of clothes and jewelry.
Sherman had been surrounded by maids, who combed his hair, tidyed his clothes, and wore accessories for the young Wang. Everything was quiet and fast, and in an orderly manner.
A shawl embroidered with sun totem of unknown material was pinned on his right shoulder, and the front part was tied into his waistband, with the back end hanging under his feet.
His hair was braided in a strand hanging behind his head, with a sapphire-shaped forehead, a single-sided earring carved with gold in a pattern on one ear, and a necklace made of gemstones in the same color just flattened the wrinkles of the clothes
Sherman stood among the maids and waved at me. When I approached, he clasped his hand into a fist and reached out to me.
I subconsciously made the same move and fisted him
The air is strangely quiet
The young Wang widened his eyes: What are you doing?
Isn't that what it means?
The maids on the side took a breath and then became angry: "Don't respect Wang!"
I quickly shook my head: No, I don't think it's that level yet...
Sherman kept his current position and coughed, interrupting my embarrassment: Little bug, put it on for me
Then I found that there was a pair of gold wrist guards left in the tray the maids were holding, so I put it on Sherman's wrist with ease, folded the cuffs inside and clamped them to complete the last step for his outfit today
As a poor sword cultivator, I have seen too many gold, silver and jade in the past two days. Although most practitioners use spiritual stones as circulating currency, I am still a little moved when I see this.
Well...If I were a rich sword cultivator, maybe I wouldn't have to worry about the scrapping of a set of clothes
Sherman patted my cheek and pulled me back from his distraction. He frowned: What are you dazed? Did you hear what I just said?
The maids once again cast dissatisfied eyes. I didn't hear anything he said, but now it's not the time to be honest, so I nodded repeatedly: I heard it!
The boy was satisfied, grinned, showed a little tiger's teeth, strided out of the bedroom, and raised his silk slightly behind him with his steps.
The maids dispersed one after another, and seeing that I was leaving alone here, I quickly grabbed one of the maids by the arm: Xiao...Where has he gone?
I almost blurted out the little prince Sherman, and I feel that in this illusion, I can easily become a disrespectful person to the king.
The other party showed a disgusting expression: Wang Rili is busy, so he is naturally busy. But you, without saying anything, you even have to wake up the king himself! Oh my God, how can the sun be condescending to the ants in a foreign land!
I ignored the second half of the sentence and continued to ask: Does Wang have a lot of work?
That was natural. The king just returned from the temple praying yesterday. Today I have to be busy again. I don’t even have time to rest. How hard it is... The king bears a heavy responsibility, alas...
Seeing that the maid was in the daily state of praise for Sherman again, I let go of her wrist and retreated from the bedroom.
The sun has risen, and the air is getting dry and hotter. I walk in the corridor
Along the way, I saw a maid cleaning quietly. When I passed by them, I didn't attract any attention.
I think back to my journey yesterday. Since I have nothing to do, it would be reasonable for me to stroll around?
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