Although the tomb of Xiao Zhouhou is marked with a large amount of ground, the actual tomb is not large, like a small mound, and there is no tombstone.

The cemeteries of princes and generals buried their epitaphs inside the tombs, not outside, so as not to give directions to the tomb robbers. However, Xiao Zhouhou's tomb is too famous, and everyone nearby knows it.

Of course, Wanyan Zongwang had already heard clearly, and before that, he had already sent someone to send a memorial object and put it in front of the cemetery. Then he ordered all the people to retreat outside the cemetery, he himself was strong in martial arts, and he was not afraid of assassination. Coupled with the fact that the guards were waiting outside the high walls, the Assassins could not enter, and he was the only one in the entire mausoleum.

He came to the offering table first, lit three incense sticks, raised them respectfully above his head, and prayed silently in his heart: "Miss Zhou, after Yan Zongwang, I can't see the beautiful face of the admiring girl, it's a pity." Worship at the grave today, if you have mercy on the spirit of heaven, please see you in your dreams to comfort your life. ”

After that, he respectfully made three candles, and then inserted the three sticks of incense on the incense burner. Taking two steps back, looking up at the tomb, I couldn't help but feel quite sad in my heart. Walking around the tomb, I always felt that I was really worried in my heart, and I couldn't bear to leave. I wanted to rest for a while by the tomb, as if I could have a moment of warmth with the lover in my dreams.

So he sat down next to the tomb, closed his eyes with his back against the tomb, thought about Xiao Zhouhou's beauty in his heart, took out Xiao Zhouhou's copy of Li Yu's words from his arms, and slowly flipped through the pages one by one. He was already familiar with these poems, and he just wanted to see the beautiful and soft font on them, just like Xiao Zhouhou's shocking face. Let his heart gradually return to peace, and he fell asleep with his head tilted as he turned it, and the book of poems fell on his chest.

He had a dream in which he was in the middle of Xiao Zhouhou's cemetery. Xiao Zhouhou wears a golden phoenix crown on her head and a brocade robe with colorful clouds and golden dragon patterns. Wearing an eight-picture phoenix tail long skirt, the long skirt hangs down on the clean mirror-like bluestone ground, like a wave of water ripples. The robe is covered with a half-body silver fur, and a face is as white as the bright moon, without a little powder, but it is so soft and white, and the pearl is flowing. The peerless bearing and the appearance of the country and the city made Wanyan Zongwang look stupid.

Xiao Zhouhou smiled with a smile on his face, his face was full of spring and affection, staring at Wanyan Zongwang. Wanyan Zongwang didn't know what to say, so he stood there at a loss. When he settled down and stepped forward boldly and wanted to hold her hand, Xiao Zhouhou's whole body skin actually fell to the ground along with the dress, and only a deep white bone was still standing there. Immediately, Wanyan Zongwang screamed in fright, but when he woke up, it was Nan Ke's dream.

Wanyan Zongwang got up and looked at the mound of graves blankly. Thinking about the obsessive face of Xiao Zhou in his dream over and over again, all the beauties he has seen since he was a child are not as good as Xiao Zhou's second half together. This peerless face had been deeply seared into his mind, and he couldn't extricate himself at all.

He knelt down in front of the grave with a grunt, folded his hands, and prayed: "Miss Zhou, since you have given me a dream that you are waiting for me in the grave, I will come to see you in the grave, hoping that the girl will have mercy and be able to show her beauty." ”

After that, Wanyan Zongwang got up on his knees, strode outside the mausoleum, called his own personal guards in, and ordered them to hurry up and arrest the craftsmen and officials responsible for building the mausoleum in Bianliang City, Tokyo, and let them open the cemetery of Xiao Zhouhou.

After the Jin army captured the capital, the officials and craftsmen in the capital were also controlled by the Jin army, including the craftsmen who built the mausoleum. So soon, dozens of craftsmen were called to the cemetery. Wanyan Zongwang told them to dig up Xiao Zhouhou's grave, but they were not allowed to use strong destruction, and they had to find a way to enter the tomb.

This request was simply too easy for these craftsmen, although the cemetery of Xiao Zhouhou was built more than 140 years ago, and the craftsmen at that time were long dead. But there were certain rules for the construction of such a princess's mausoleum, and they quickly locked the entrance to the mausoleum according to the usual rules. After excavation, a heavy bluestone was uncovered, revealing the Yongdao crossing. Some parts of the crossing have collapsed. After all, more than 140 years have passed, and it has been flooded, and there are traces of flooding on the ground.

Wanyan Zongwang immediately understood that this should be the terrible traces left by the catastrophic flood forty years ago, due to the long-term immersion of the flood, the tight mausoleum still could not resist the flood entering, so the tomb was drowned in the flood. Whether Xiao Zhouhou's tomb can still be preserved after being soaked in the flood makes Wanyan Zongwang a little worried.

He waited until the miasma of smoke in the tomb had dissipated, and then asked the craftsman to let a finch in, and only then was he relieved to see that the finch flew back safe and sound.

He didn't want others to enter and disturb Xiao Zhou inside, so he had to enter the tomb alone. He straightened his clothes, carried a lantern, and walked slowly down the road.

Every time he took a step, his heart was going to beat violently, and he was very eager to see Xiao Zhouhou's face, but he was afraid that he would only see a pile of messy white bones. Then the beautiful dream in his heart will be shattered in an instant, and it will make him feel painful. But in the dream, Xiao Zhouhou's alluring smile couldn't be driven away from his mind, so he gritted his teeth and continued to walk down.

He walked to the depths of the cemetery, it was pitch black, and the lantern in his hand could only illuminate his feet, not even a foot away. Despite his martial prowess and eyesight, he was unable to see the tomb.

Wanyan Zongwang held the lantern high and blocked the light of the lantern with his hand to avoid dazzling, which allowed him to see a little farther.

As he tentatively walked forward, the tomb on the ground was in shambles, and the colorful murals on the walls had long been soaked beyond recognition. Fortunately, the entire burial chamber was made of hard granite, which ensured that the burial chamber did not collapse. It's just that the various funeral goods in the tomb that should have been neatly stacked have been washed away in the flood, these are all valuable things, but Wanyan Zongwang didn't even glance at the corner of his eye.

His breathing was getting faster and faster as he reached the middle of the burial chamber. He was about to see the remains of the woman he had admired for a long time, Xiao Zhouhou, and in his heart, it should be a huge coffin. He hesitated whether to open the coffin and look at Xiao Zhouhou inside, but he was afraid that after opening the coffin, all he saw was a white bone, which only increased his sadness.

Just as he was hesitating, he had already walked through the middle of the tomb, but he still didn't see the coffin, which made Wanyan Zongwang's heart hang all of a sudden. Isn't there a little queen in the tomb? Is this just a fake tomb to hide people's ears?

In order to avoid the patronage of tomb robbers, the royal mausoleum has taken many corresponding countermeasures, one of which is to build a number of fake mausoleums, so that the real mausoleum will not be discovered by tomb robbers.

Wanyan Zongwang's heart immediately fell to the ground, shattering into countless pieces like porcelain falling on a bluestone slab. He almost cried out in despair, why is the sky so unfair to him! The fourth princess who loves him was snatched away by a imperial doctor, and he couldn't even see the dead woman he admired more than a hundred and forty years ago, not even the remains.

He was almost going mad, but soon he noticed a dark shadow in the darkness in front of the tomb, and it was quietly stopped. Because the burial chamber was too dark, he couldn't be sure. But hope suddenly ignited in his heart, and he leaned towards the black shadow step by step with a lantern, and after a few steps, he saw clearly that it was a huge coffin, leaning diagonally against the edge of the tomb.

Wanyan Zongwang's heart suddenly beat violently again, he approached with a lantern, and couldn't help but wonder why this coffin was not placed in the middle of the tomb, but was placed at the corner between the two walls of the tomb so unruly, there has never been such a statement about placing the coffin.

He then thought of a very likely cause, that there was filth left behind in the tomb after the flood had receded. It proves that the mausoleum was once soaked by floods, and it has been soaked for a long time. It was the flood that caused the coffin to float up, and it only fell to a corner of the tomb after the flood water receded.

After figuring out this reason, Wanyan Zongwang breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and stroked the huge coffin, which was firmly nailed to death by the coffin nails, and of course it was effortless to open the lid with his martial arts. But he didn't dare, as he had feared before, and all he feared was an ugly pile of bones.

He stroked the coffin with his hand, and whispered to himself: "Miss Zhou, I want to open the coffin to see the beauty, but I am afraid of blaspheming the girl, please give me a hint and tell me what to do." ”

He had just finished speaking, when he suddenly heard what seemed to be a chuckle from someone twice, and then there was no sound. And this laughter actually came from the coffin, like a woman who was shy and angry, with some resentment and some urging.

Wanyan Zongwang suddenly felt a tingling in his scalp, he subconsciously turned around and held the lantern, and at the same time gathered all his strength in his right palm, ready to meet the enemy at any time. There was no other sound in the chamber, only his heavy breathing. He recalled in his mind that the chuckle just now had indeed come from the coffin, could it ...... Didn't Xiao Zhou die?

It's impossible, she's been dead for more than a hundred and forty years, and who can stay in a coffin for more than a hundred and forty years and still be alive, absolutely impossible. But what about that laughter?

Wanyan Zongwang didn't believe that it was an auditory hallucination generated by himself, because the laughter was very clear and really entered his ears. He stabilized his mind, took back the power in his palm, held the lid of the coffin and said, "Girl, since you answered me with laughter, it is for me to open the lid of the coffin and meet you." I opened the coffin as the girl wanted. I just glanced at it and closed the lid again, and then sealed it so that I would not disturb the girl again, I just wanted to comfort my longing for her. ”