Dong Ming watched all this cautiously.

Obviously, it is impossible for ordinary people to leave almost identical footprints on the wall.

Could it be...

Feeling vigilant in his heart, Dong Ming stood up and slowly pulled out the horizontal knife.

Immediately, step by step, he reached the depths of this huge palace.

Although the palace has been abandoned for a long time, everything you can see is covered with spider webs.

But you can vaguely see the glory and luxury here once was.

Soon, Dong Ming also discovered that the footprints in all directions had one thing in common.

No matter how messy they look, they all point to the palace in the end.

Looking at the door of the palace in front of him, Dong Ming slowly opened it.

"Squeak..."

The old wooden door made a harsh sound.

As expected, there were no footprints on the wall in front of me, only a pattern and clear footprints on the ground.

Dong Ming followed the footsteps and slowly came to an exquisite tree stump bronze mirror.

And it was here that the footprints disappeared.

Dong Ming looked at the dressing table. It was made entirely of fine heavy wood and the hollow-carved Luan bird was lifelike.

"Chacha."

The three blue birds popped out their little heads and looked at the appearance of the Luan Bird. They looked at Dong Ming quite proudly, as if they were showing off their beauty to Dong Ming.

Dong Ming smiled and patted Sanqingniao's head.

"You little guy, you'd better lose weight first."

Saying that, Dong Ming looked at the dressing table.

Unexpectedly, the dressing table was well taken care of, which surprised Dong Ming.

There is dust everywhere here, but this is the only place that is clean and tidy.

In other words... this place must be used frequently.

suddenly:

"Chacha!"

The three bluebirds let out a scream and shrank into Dong Ming's clothes.

Dong Ming reacted instantly, turned around and slashed backward with his sword.

But I saw that she was a woman whose youth was gone!

The knife passed through the woman's body without leaving any injuries.

The woman's messy hair is like a net in the sky, shrouded in the winter darkness!

In order to prevent others from discovering it, Dong Ming did not dare to use will-o'-wisps, so he switched his abilities and used the power of water ghost to block the power of hair!

With the power of the water flow, Dong Ming could clearly see the face of the person in front of him.

Immediately, Dong Ming's pupils shrank.

"You are...Empress Li Fei!"

In shock, Dong Ming immediately turned around to avoid the hair that was as sharp as a sword.

The sharp hair was about to pierce through the mirror, but suddenly stopped.

Dong Ming took advantage of the situation and turned around behind Zhao Lifei. He wrapped the water ghost's power with his horizontal sword and slashed towards Zhao Lifei.

However, Zhao Lifei, who had wanted to hurt someone just now, did not react at this time, but slowly walked towards the dressing table.

Seeing this, Dong Ming suddenly stopped using his sword.

In front of her, Zhao Lifei was already sitting in front of the dressing table.

Her pale, bloodless arm slowly raised the wooden comb next to her.

The workmanship of the comb is quite exquisite, and it is even inlaid with jade.

Immediately, she began to comb her messy hair one by one.

Dong Ming was stunned.

So... did Zhao Lifei attack her just because he stood in front of her and prevented her from dressing up?

In the water mirror, Zhao Lifei's appearance was reflected.

Although her face is pale and her youth is gone, it can be vaguely seen that Zhao Lifei must have been a beauty in the past.

Moreover, unlike other concubines who came from a wealthy family, they always had a sense of alienation that made them feel distant from others.

As the daughter of a musician, Zhao Lifei has the playful personality of an ordinary girl.

Zhao Lifei looked at herself in the mirror with a gentle face. From combing her hair to taking out the rouge cardamom, every move she made showed how pretty she looked in her prime.

At this time, a melancholy singing sound came to my ears.

This singing voice is pitiful, with a kind of resentment and sadness unique to women:

"Ask your husband, I am lonely and happy to be separated, the lights are dim, but my old friend has been accepted."

"Silangjun, the exquisite dice sees the red beans, and I am stained with tears of lovesickness, leaving only the remaining flowers and wine."

"Sigh, Sir, the flying snow and cold moon hang in the lonely palace, the red candle has been broken, and the youth is gone."

"I hate my husband, I can't sleep alone, listening to the sound of rain, burning all the tea leaves, but saying that the year will come again."

Singing sadly, Dong Ming was shocked and shocked.

Unknowingly, his eyes were in a trance.

When his sight returned again, he saw a completely different scene.

This is...where?

Dong Ming couldn't help but be confused.

It seems, isn't it in Chang'an City?

This... seems to be Luzhou?

Dong Ming was stunned, how did he know?

However, gradually, Dong Ming felt that his consciousness began to disappear.

…

"Okay, good singing!"

In the pavilion near the water, all the guests couldn't help but cheer.

But they saw Mrs. Zhao, who was wearing a plain gauze dress, standing on the lotus-painted boat, singing a song, like the music of an immortal, which made everyone extremely intoxicated.

At this time, it was the night of the full moon, and everyone couldn't help but rejoice in Zhao's singing. They were very happy.

After Mrs. Zhao saluted all the guests one by one, she changed places with the singer who was performing next, and quietly walked ashore from a relatively hidden place.

In order to prevent others from seeing it, Zhao covered her face with white gauze, held a peony umbrella, and was about to leave among the crowd.

But I heard:

"Madam, please stay."

The gentle and jade-like voice caught Zhao's attention.

Turning around for a moment, he saw the person in front of him, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a gentleman with extraordinary bearing.

"This gentleman."

Mrs. Zhao nodded slightly, as a sign of etiquette.

The young master nodded slowly, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I'm going to see Li Longji in Luzhou. I've met my lady."

Mrs. Zhao was very surprised: "Ah, my little girl is rude. I didn't know it was King Linzi. Please forgive me!"

Li Longji smiled and waved his hand: "What's the crime?"

"I stopped you this time because my singing voice is comparable to that of Han E, so I would like to ask you to go to the palace and sing another song for me, okay?"

"This..." There was a hint of hesitation in Zhao's eyes.

She has never liked to deal with high-ranking officials and nobles, because it is easy to cause unnecessary trouble.

However, Li Longji's gentle and elegant attitude also made Zhao feel admirable.

Immediately, something unexpected happened and he said:

"Since it is the invitation of His Highness, how dare Mrs. Zhao neglect it?"
To be continued...