After lunch, I admired 22 of them, all dressed in casual clothes and in small groups of three or five to take photos.

The cameras were bought temporarily, and they were held separately.

There are so many people around. Most of them are tourists from all over the world, at least they look the same.

Qiao Yekang and his people had to pretend to be tourists and take out their mobile phones to take photos.

But when he saw adore pulling the blue to the gorgeous golden bell tower, his face changed a little, and he quickly followed.

It's said that the old empress of Beiyue state died here. Although the new empress was in the upper position, she always declared that she was ill. For ten years, her prince Yundan had been in charge of the state and controlled the government.

Yundan Xi is extremely treacherous. I heard that when the old empress died, he designed and killed the eldest princess who is most likely to inherit the throne of the empress. But all these are rumours and cannot be verified.

Because the bell tower is the place where the old empress left, yundanxi ordered to seal it up, saying that the last place where the ancestors left should be protected as the last pure land. The people of Beiyue state respected the old empress and responded in succession.

And Joe Yekang watched admiring their brother to the bell tower, and how could he not be nervous?

In the crowd desperately crowded, and dare not be too close.

Inside the bell tower -

the golden and brilliant bell tower seems to be all gold. In fact, there are single-sided bulletproof glass decorations on all four sides. You can't see the inside outside, but you can see the outside inside. The window can't be opened.

A girl in a light purple dress, with a book in her hand, sits quietly in front of the window. The quiet breath lingers around her, making her back like a lavender.

She can't hear the noise outside because the sound insulation is super good.

She has also tried to break, pry and break the glass, but no matter how sharp and powerful the force, there is no way to take the glass.

Every day, she watched many people come and go from here excitedly waving their mobile phones and cameras. Every day, she watched the old and the young devoutly worship in front of the palace gate. She, like a bird in a golden cage, could not fly out anyway.

Trance inadvertently glance, she seemed to see that in the thousands of people that day and night of the face.

At a glance, the crowd is vast, just as if I really saw the blue, but now I can't see it again.

"Your Highness, the prince has asked you to start painting." Behind him, the voice of the palace maid came.

Again!

After she was captured, she was locked here. Every day, she was forced to draw by Yundan Xi. What she drew was not something else, but a totem that her mother had drawn when she was very young.

Now that she has grown up, her memory has been blurred, and the impression in her mind is only a little bit. She said that she can't draw it, but Yundan said: "it doesn't matter. You think slowly, every day you can draw it as you like. If you can't draw it in one day, it's off for one day. If you can't draw it in a lifetime, it's off for the rest of your life."

Finally, the girl reluctantly put down the scroll in her hand, looked at it again as if she had seen the blue tilting position, as if other people's faces were all the same except his.

She turned around, a pair of seductive purple pupil is not like the human world, a face of disaster to the country and the people, once praised by Yundan Xi as the most beautiful face in the imperial vein of the northern moon.

In front of the desk, the palace maid prepared all kinds of brushes and white paper.

She raised her skirt and sat in silence. If she wanted to draw, she was just perfunctory. If she wanted to draw, she would draw at will.

A pair of pupils were slowly whirled into light brown by her colored pencil. Just about to draw something else, the maid reminded her in her ear: "Your Highness, this is not what the prince asked. The prince said, "don't Scribble."

The girl put down her brush.

There was always a growing sense of panic in her heart. She turned to look at the window just now, secretly thinking about the possibility of leaning blue to find herself.

But after thinking about it, I think it's impossible.

He doesn't know martial arts, and he shouldn't think that she is under house arrest in the bell tower.

And

Even if he did see her again, he would not recognize her, because her face is not the face he knows.

In order to win the trust of Qinglan, Yundan Xi arranged her to replace the real spirit. At that time, Zhang Ling's grandmother, though a little nervous, cherished her granddaughter as if she were alive. How could she not recognize her granddaughter? So, all these years, she's been wearing a human skin mask.

So when she left the capital of Ningguo, she wore black beautiful pupils and took off her mask. Linglie's people passed her several times, but they didn't know each other!

So up to now, Qinglan doesn't know what she really looks like!

In my mind, Grandpa's words are floating all the time: we are Ningguo people, are Ningguo's descendants, you are my family's descendants, and you can't do anything harmful to Ningguo's interests forever!

She put down the colored pencil in her hand and picked up a small brush. She thought of tilting blue, thinking of Grandpa, thinking of her parents, and a drop of ink fell from the tip of her pen.

Looking at the ink splashed on the white paper, she could not help thinking of the word "jinghuashuiyue".

As if she was in love with Qinglan.

There is only a beautiful process, but it can only end in nothing.

Outside -

admires and pulls the blue, and they smile and take photos in a better position.

He asked tilt blue to pose before the martial line, and he used the wide-angle, long focus and other functions of the SLR camera. Instead of tilt blue, he shot the clock tower.

As long as it's a building, it's all built by human beings. There are traces of man-made things. Even in Ningguo's dormitories, front doors and back doors, and even in the world's high-end shopping malls, there's a safe exit. He doesn't believe it. This clock tower has no flaws at all.

After tilting the blue to put a few postures, already saw Qiao Yekang from the crowd to squeeze over.

He turned his head to admire Nunu. He didn't recognize him. He took back his camera and said, "OK, let's go to other places for sightseeing first, then come back at night."

Tilt the blue and nod.

Although he didn't understand the purpose of admiration, he had complete trust in his brother.

Before leaving, he turned his eyes to the golden bell tower, always feeling that there was a pair of eyes staring at himself.

Just as the two teenagers were about to squeeze back into the crowd, suddenly two soldiers from the northern moon kingdom came out and walked in their direction. Qiao Yekang and Yunxuan rushed to protect them, and heard one of them: "sorry, the bell tower is forbidden to take photos. Please delete all the photos about the bell tower just now."

Smell speech, admire a corner of the mouth: "good."

In the bell tower -

the palace maid sighed: "two soldiers stopped the person who took the bell tower again. It's like a pair of twin boys. "

The girl who drew the picture suddenly looked up, put down the wolf and looked at the direction the maid said.