"The Emperor's grace?" Rong Xi couldn't help but smile coldly, "Everyone is dead, no matter how rich the reward is, no matter how much false name there is, can it be compared to a life?" The person who said such things stood up and asked him if he would like to die, and then what would he do? ”

Leng Yixiu smiled heartily, "It makes sense, it is estimated that many people think this way in their hearts, but no one dares to say it." ”

"Hmph." Rong Xi snorted and didn't say any more, if he continued to talk about it, I'm afraid Leng Yixiu would also be stunned by shock, what human rights, what fairness, what dignity, what equality, these are all unimaginable for Leng Yixiu, so far, Leng Yixiu has been able to accept her so many differences, she is already very satisfied.

The two of them talked and laughed and got into the carriage, without any pressure at all, Rong Xi picked up the curtain of the car and looked at the scenery outside the window, and said to Leng Yixiu: "When Dabi passes, there is nothing to do, you can take me around, or go to your villa to live for a few days, always in the palace, and they are about to suffocate." ”

"Okay," Leng Yixiu took her hand, "I'm still worried that you don't want to go out, I'm afraid of being tired." ”

"How so?" Rong Xi's eyes widened, in fact, she is a person who likes to travel, when she was in modern society before, in addition to research, she traveled, and when the research came to an end, she gave herself a vacation, and went to travel with a bag, there is an essential difference between travel and tourism, so she has always been on the road alone.

Now in this different world, the air environment is so good that it is a mess, where does she not want to go around, the last time she went to Mingxiao, I still think about it and think about it, of course, if you ignore the bad mood at the time.

"As long as you like it," Leng Yixiu smiled, the sun outside the window was bright, and there was a doting light in his eyes.

Liang Jingyao's hand lifted the curtain of the car slightly, he expected that many people would come to watch today, but he didn't expect that there would be so many.

The people who came were divided into two camps, although one side was not wearing official uniforms, but those familiar faces, as well as the clothes and temperament on their bodies, were all officials.

On the other side, there are strange faces, people of all shapes, their expressions are a little nervous, a little confused, and some are worried.

Liang Jingyao's movements only stopped for a moment, and then he got out of the carriage, but at this moment, his heart was turned back and forth, and those officials were just fine, he saw the status of Ning Wangfu in the hearts of these people from the faces of those people.

King Ning, the god of war, has never been a false being, and Princess Ning has been praised by the people after saving her father in the last court.

What the hearts of the people want. Liang Jingyao thought secretly in his heart.

As soon as he got out of the carriage, Jiang Ming immediately walked over and said with a smile: "Boss, the tomb of the blue girl is there, you see." ”

Liang Jingyao's gaze followed what Jiang Ming pointed at, and saw that in the camphor forest not far away, there were many tombs, and the latest one, there were a few guards around it, and it was impossible to tell which one it was.

On the tombstone in front of the tomb is the vigorous and simple Wei stele, with large black characters, deep into the stone, and the pen is sharp, as if carved into the heart of a person.

The breeze passed, and the leaves of the camphor tree made a rustling sound, which sounded a little low to everyone's ears, like a low whimpering sound, scraping through people's hearts, making people tremble slightly.

The officials didn't think anything, they paid more attention to what kind of information was revealed behind this matter, what kind of intention the emperor had, and whether the wind in the court was going to change direction.

And the people are more concerned about the matter itself, Lan Shuyu died unjustly, she once won glory for the country in the big competition, many people know, and her funeral was handled by Ning Wangfu, and now, suddenly saying that she is not dead, it should be good news, but it has been evolved into this appearance by those in power, Lan Shuyu has to face an open coffin autopsy, and Ning Wangfu is facing the crime of bullying the king.

What the hell is going on here?

Everyone had their own thoughts, Liang Jingyao slowly walked to the grave, he took the incense in the butler's hand, lit it on the burning white candle, pursed his lips and raised it three times, and then inserted it into the incense burner in front of the grave.

The cigarette smoke curled, light as silk, and soon disappeared in the wind, everyone was silent, their eyes were deep and thoughtful, watching the smoke fade away little by little, like the incense soul that had just passed away, just buried here for a short time, the scenery was buried, and suddenly the coffin was about to be opened for autopsy, the changes in this world are really capricious, no one can say clearly.

After the incense was finished, Liang Jingyao didn't look at anyone, but just sighed and said, "Open the coffin!" ”

There was a low "buzzing" sound in the crowd, and just now I could hear the wind calmly, but at this moment, it was like a swarm of bees suddenly coming, buzzing non-stop, Liang Jingyao did not turn his gaze, and still calmly looked at the grave that was opened.

The sun shines gently, each leaf seems to be gilded with golden light, casting deep and shallow shadows on the ground, and those onlookers are either standing in the shadows, or standing in the sun, their eyes are all looking at the layers of dug loess, slowly piling up higher and higher.

It was as if there were a pair of hands, with a dark shadow, slowly approaching, gently choking everyone's throat, and the heart was slightly lifted and thrown into the black shadow, and the breath was slowly retracted and retracted.

The buzz has long since disappeared, replaced by silence, a stagnant silence.

Hundreds of people watched, but there was no sound, and under the bright autumn sun, it was a little more eerie.

"Coffin!" With Jiang Ming's shout, everyone's nerves were lifted again, their breathing tightened, their eyes opened, and they stared closely at the corner of the coffin that emerged from the loess, which was a fine golden silk nanmu, and the edge was also wrapped with golden horns.

Everyone squinted, but they still refused to leave the coffin.

The guards tied the rope to the coffin, the other end tightly wrapped around their shoulders, and someone whispered a trumpet, only to hear "One, two, three!" ”

After three sounds, the guards all exerted their strength, and with a deep sound, large expanses of dust flew in the wind, and the entire coffin was pulled out of the soil by the guards.

The coffin was heavy, silent and solemn, the dust in those delicate patterns was still gently flying, the wind seemed to be louder, and everyone's breathing was lighter, as if as long as one was inadvertent, he would be blown away by the wind and disappear like the dust flying in the air.

Liang Jingyao pursed his lips, his eyes were shining brightly, he knew that once this coffin was opened, someone's fate would be rewritten, and he didn't know in what direction it would develop.

However, many people were watching here, and he could not hesitate any longer, he stepped forward, waved his hand, and said, "Nail!" ”

The lid of the coffin was nailed with large iron nails, and now the coffin was to be opened for an autopsy, and those nails naturally had to be lifted again, and the guards picked up the prepared tools one after another, and began to raise the nails "clanging".

The sound was crisp, and there seemed to be a sense of pain in the crisp sound of the iron hitting, so that when the onlookers heard it, they couldn't help but twitch the tips of their hearts, as if the nails were nailed to their hearts, even flesh and blood.

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

The nails fell to the ground one after another, and there were a few more holes on the lid of the complete coffin, and as far as the eye could see, I suddenly felt infinitely desolate and tragic, and the hearts of the people couldn't help but feel a little more pathos.

Liang Jingyao's heart also swelled with a little sadness, he felt as if he had returned to that day, when facing the coffin of his granddaughter Liang Weiyan, his eyes were full of sadness, pain and despair.

Unconsciously, his voice was a little lower, and the movement of raising his hand became slow, "Open!" ”

A word, like a thousand pounds of boulder, smashed into everyone's hearts.

The guards put down the tools in their hands and walked to the coffin again, their hands had just touched the lid of the coffin, and they were about to prepare to open the capacity, when they heard someone outside the crowd say, "Slow! ”

This sound was not high, but at this moment, which was silent as death, it was still like a thunderclap, which frightened everyone, and both officials and ordinary people turned their heads and looked for the source of the sound.

After this look, I found that I don't know when, another carriage came on the side of the road, the reddish-brown horse, very tall, fat and strong, a pair of eyes bright, at first glance it was a good horse.

And in front of the carriage stood a man and a woman, the man stood as immobile as a mountain, like a sword soaked in ice water, the light was fierce, the cold was pressing, and the eyes swept heavily, like lightning flickering behind the dark clouds, and in an instant it split into the heart.

It was the woman who spoke, she was dressed in a snow-white robe, a simple neutral style, made of fine cloud brocade, the robe was wide, and the hem of the dress fluttered gently in the wind, she seemed to be stepping on the clouds.

Her eyebrows are picturesque, beautiful but with a bit of sharp color, a pair of long eyebrows are as dark as a feather, the eyebrows are lightly raised, like a sword out of the sheath, her eyes are extremely bright, like a smile but not a smile, but the eyes reveal a bit of calmness, red lips are lightly curled, clearly smiling but making people feel a little awe-inspiring.

Baiguan was stunned for a moment, and took a slight breath, not thinking that the two of them would appear at this time, what does this mean?

And the people were silent, and then someone exclaimed: "King Ning and Princess Ning!" Then the "buzzing" sound that had disappeared just now came again, and everyone couldn't help but turn their heads and say something excitedly.

Liang Jingyao also looked at it, a faint smile flashed in the depths of his eyes, he twisted his beard in his hand, they are still here.

He was not in a hurry, nor did he mention the opening of the coffin, and was happy to wait to see what else the two had to say.