Chapter 4 Yunchuanjing

Yalanju, this is the courtyard of Princess Brigitte and the third largest courtyard of the Zhenluo Palace. The furnishings in it are extremely luxurious, the artificially chiseled lake, the warm bed carved by red key jade, the pavilion made of ice-hearted cold stone, the green grass of Nolan Mountain, the dragon butterfly vine of the desert Gobi, all the furnishings are treasures of the world. These uses are far beyond the specifications that a princess should have, which shows King Zhenluo's love for little Brigitte.

At this time, Lu Yu and Xiao Biji were sitting in the pavilion, and the slaves next to them lit a furnace of incense, put cakes and tea, and then retreated. The bead curtain slowly opened, rippled with five colors of brilliance. Lu Yu got up and poured the fragrant tea into the cup and handed it to little Bie. Then he said, "If you are not in the imperial temple, why did you run back?" Does the prince know?"

"Of course I know, otherwise I wouldn't dare to sneak back alone without you!" Little Brigitty blinked her big eyes and said innocently, but Lu Yu rolled her eyes and felt speechless directly. This sounded as if he was an instigator and encouraged the little princess to do something bad all day.

"Cough..."

Lu Yu coughed twice, covered up his embarrassment, quickly changed the topic and asked, "Then why did you come back?"

The little princess picked up a piece of butterfly crisp, put it in her mouth, and said while eating, "Next month is the funeral of His Majesty Yan. The other four ethnic groups will be sent to watch the ceremony, and they will reach Liuyuan City in these days. My father said that some of the famous royal sons of all ethnic groups would come with him and let me be responsible for entertaining them at that time.

"Hmm?" Lu Yu frowned slightly, and he smelled an unusual breath. This is a signal that the old Yan Emperor has just passed away, and the king of Zhenluo first took power, which is not stable. Let little Brigitge entertain young talents of all ethnic groups? Perhaps she had the idea of marriage and wanted Princess Brigitte to find a powerful foreign aid in the family of the princes of the four clans to stabilize the aftermath of the death of the old Yan Emperor. Throughout history, this is a common trick used by noble princes.

"Bige..." Lu Yu looked at the little princess, and his eyes were full of pity. Even if he was deeply favored by King Zhenluo, this kind of father-daughter relationship can still be sacrificed in front of absolute power. As a political bargaining chip, he was born in the prince's house and had no choice but be said to be a kind of sadness.

"Among the five ethnic groups, there are many young talents, and there will always be someone who can satisfy Brigitte!" Lu Yu shook his head, shook off the messy thoughts in his mind, comforted himself, and said so.

"Lu Yu, what are you talking about?" Little Brigitte picked up the teacup, took a gentle sip and asked.

"Oh, nothing! To entertain the banquet of the sons of all ethnic groups, the prince should send someone to arrange it, and you can dress up to attend at that time!" Lu Yu said.

"You want to go with me!"

"This is natural!" Lu Yu nodded and said. It is normal to bring a slave to a noble banquet. After all, there are some things to be ordered, and you have to let your confidants do it.

"Bearby the way, Brigitte, can you take me to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion tonight?" Lu Yu said that Ge Chong's words flashed in his mind. Lu Yu's desire for what kind of existence the secret pavilion was seemed to have exceeded the scope of curiosity, and he didn't know why he would breed such an emotion.

"Okay!" The little princess's eyes lit up and she promised. For her, there was nothing more exciting than to sneak out of Yalanju in the middle of the night and sneak into the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

Late night, the moon is white and the sky is white, and the stars are shining brightly, setting off the night sky.

The little princess put down several slaves with the saliva she stole from the warehouse as usual, and then sneaked out. In the dark, Lu Yu hid behind a rockery, like a leopard hidden in the night, guarding everything around him. Although he was a domestic servant, he was still stranded in the inner courtyard of the royal palace in the middle of the night. If he was caught, even if he did not die, he would be accused of exile.

"Goo..."

The little princess's voice came, learning the call of pigeons, which was the signal she agreed with Lu Yu. In the dark, Lu Yu stretched out his hand and pulled little Brigitte aside.

"No one will follow!" Lu Yu asked. A few minutes apart, the two could almost hear each other's breathing. The fragrance of the little princess was abnormally enlarged at this distance. Lu Yu's face turned red and loosened the little Brigitte.

"Of course not!" Although she couldn't see the little princess's face clearly, it could be heard from her voice that little Brigitte was extremely excited at this time. The two looked around and dodged out. Lu Yu could be said to be familiar with the path and the time guard. Finally, he avoided all his ears and eyes and came to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

The Tibetan scripture pavilion of the royal palace is divided into a cabinet and an outer cabinet. The outer cabinet records only general historical secrets, local customs and other places, but it is only open to the children of the royal family. Usually, there is no guard.

Since he was taken by the little princess to sneak into the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion for the first time, Lu Yu seems to have been numb to this kind of almost head-drop behavior. This time, he actually took the initiative to propose, really hoping to find clues about the secret pavilion here.

"Hee hee, this kind of thing is still the same excitement no matter how many times you do it!" Entering the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, little Biki shouted excitedly like a winner. Lu Yu's heart thumped when he saw this and quickly covered his mouth.

"My little ancestor, we are not here to go shopping openly now. You don't want to die, I still want to die!" Lu Yu let go of his hand, took out the fire fold, and the time in the pavilion suddenly lit up a lot.

"I know, why are you so fierce!" The little princess pouted and protested.

"Okay, I'm looking for something now! There will be about half an hour left, and the guards will pass by here. Remember to call me then, you know!"

Little Biji nodded obediently and blinked her eyes. Lu Yu looked at her naive and lovely appearance and couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt in her heart: Is it possible that I brought her up?

"No, when I first came here, she obviously brought me!" Lu Yu shook his head, put aside these distractions, and began to look for clues in the secret pavilion.

There are 18,000 copies of sutras in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. Lu Yu found the column of the royal court of the five clans according to the index, and then began to look for it carefully.

The ancient land was chaotic, and the smoke of war seemed to have never retreated on the land of Yunchuan. Human lives are humble, and their families eat each other. It was an era of blood and fire. Until later, a teenager rose from Qingqiu and sought to survive in chaos, but decades later, he unified Yunchuan and established the emperor's orthodoxy, and even the five heavenly emperors were destroyed.

Three thousand years ago, the immortals of Shiyuanguang died, the emperor's great rule ended, the change of the mulberry mountain, and the five ethnic groups ruled separately until today.

Lu Yu poured a book into his hand, from the birth of Xuanyuan to the division of the five ethnic groups, from the establishment of the royal court of the five ethnic groups to the institutions at all levels. Every little bit passed in front of his eyes, but no information about the secret pavilion was found at all.

"How can this happen? The outer pavilion of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion is open to the children of the royal family. Is this secret pavilion so strange that even the children of the royal family have no right to know?" Lu Yu became more and more curious, but with the passage of time, the hope he could find became more and more faint.

"Where is this secret pavilion? Ge Chong is already in the realm of eight grades, but such strength still relies so much on this so-called secret pavilion. What's the secret?" Lu Yu couldn't help but feel bored and put down the scrolls in his hand.

Because the force was not well controlled for a while, all the books on the bookshelf fell down. Lu Yu's heart thumped, secretly said that he was careless, and hurriedly squatted down to sort it out

"Hmm?" A strange color flashed in Lu Yu's eyes, and his eyes fell on a scroll of scriptures. Lu Yu picked up the scroll and read it under the fire. The yellowed page rolled up slightly, showing the age. The ink fragrance on the paper was faintly smelled, as if it had not faded at all after years of accumulation.

Lu Yu slowly opened the scroll and first introduced three big characters: Yunchuanjing.

The pen is strong and strong, like a wandering dragon swallowing, the pen opens and closes, and a vast and solemn atmosphere comes to the face. Lu Yu's eyes suddenly glowed and showed surprise.