She walked slowly down the cloister. The cloister is decorated with no ornaments or plants, and the white-painted fence and red-lacquered columns are curved and slender, leading to a darkness, like a never-ending path.

When I got closer, I realized that the darkness was a wall, and the cloister suddenly turned a 180-degree bend here, visually as if entering a dead end, but in fact, there was a hole in the sky, and it suddenly opened up.

About ten meters further on, the corridor ends at the end of the path, separated by a towering tree.

I don't know what kind of tree it was, but it grew into a pitch-black canopy, towering into the clouds, with clusters of tiny pink and white flowers, like stars dotted on the sky.

The evening breeze teases, like a long and gentle rain of flowers, falling on the ground with pink flowers and white shadows.

The gravel path to the right of the tree is hidden in darkness, and a faint light at the end of the bean dispels the silence of the path. It should be the toilet in Chenying's mouth.

Cheng Weixi glanced at it, turned his head and walked forward along the small bridge on the left side of the big tree.

Going to the toilet was just an excuse, she just wanted to come out and look around.

If you are not familiar with the place, it never hurts to find out the terrain. Although Chenying is arrogant, he is inexperienced in the rivers and lakes, and just a verbal warning "don't walk around" can't restrain curious humans.

At the end of the small bridge is a wide road, and on the opposite side of the road is a large tree that shades a row of houses.

Look at the symmetry with this side. I think this wide road is the central axis of this building.

At the end of the wide road there was a dark house, the door wide open, and a faint light came out.

Generally, the houses located on the central axis are important locations, but there is no plaque hanging on the eaves of this house, so I don't know what it is.

She walked over gently, stepped over the high threshold, and stopped to look, as if something fluttered from the black pressure on her heart, and her heart was pounding.

I'll go, so many tablets!

In the whole room, except for the side of the gate, the other three walls are densely packed with five or six layers of tablets, not one thousand but eight hundred.

How many generations does it take for our ancestors to get together so many tablets?

The cinnabar red characters on the tablet are like a pair of scarlet eyes, looking at themselves with a brush, and people feel furious in their hearts.

In the middle of the room, there are three thin iron chains hanging a copper incense vessel, on one side is a six-petal lotus flower, on the other side is a few fine incense sticks that are about to burn out, the faint white smoke goes straight up, and the dark incense curls and dissipates in the darkness.

There was also a low wooden table on the right-hand side, just knee-high, and a candlestick was placed, and the yellow candle flame danced quietly, condensing large red candle tears, hanging at the bottom of the candlestick.

Cheng Weixi only saw at this time that an old face was hidden in the flickering candlelight, and she was still holding a carving knife in her hand, carving a tablet one by one.

Cheng Weixi's heart skipped a beat.

This old woman's face is clearly what she will look like when she gets old!

The old woman looked sideways, she was not surprised to see her, her expression was kind, and her tone was gentle: "Girl, don't be afraid, come and sit." ”

There were shadows stirred by the light of the candle flame, long and short, wide and narrow. It doesn't seem to be a ghost.

Cheng Weixi eased his mind, sat down opposite the old woman, and carefully observed the face.

She had never had the chance to see herself grow old. The same eyebrows and eyes, the corners of the eyes droop, covered with wrinkles and age spots, Shengsheng outlines the heroic outline with a bit of kindness.

The old woman's cloudy eyes were also staring at her, and she seemed to sigh with emotion: "When I was young, I was as good-looking as you." ”

Cheng Weixi was very curious: "Who are you?"

The old woman bowed her head and continued to carve the tablets: "I, like you, am the bride who is sacrificed to the emperor, and all the tablets here are the brides sacrificed to the emperor." However, these tablets are for the brides who remained, and those who returned had their offspring to take care of the aftermath. ”

Cheng Weixi was shocked, a room full of brides' tablets was really spectacular.

Being promoted, getting rich, and dying of his wife is simply the life of a scumbag's dream. Although I don't know if the emperor, a professional widower, has been promoted and made a fortune, just looking at the number of times his wife has died, even if it is a nominal wife, he can apply for a Guinness World Record.

The old woman chuckled, and the wrinkles on her face piled up on the mountains in layers: "What is this? There are too many brides of the emperor, and there are far more people who go back than they stay." I heard that in ancient times, there were bride sacrifices at two ends in three days, but now there are many less. It's been almost 70 years since I came here, and you're the fourth. ”

Cheng Weixi's temples jumped: Throwing the bride here like garbage in three days, will that emperor really be happy?

The old woman's expression was very focused, and the carving knife slashed across the tablet, making a "stabbing and stabbing" sound, piercing the peaceful night.

Cheng Weixi's gaze passed through the dancing candle flames: "Why are we so similar?"

The old woman smiled lightly: "Not only are we similar, all brides look like this, and I don't know where to find so many people who look exactly the same." ”

Dusty Ying clearly said that the emperor never asked for a bride.

She looked at the tablets, which looked bleak in the faint light. Why do so many brides who stay, and those who go back, look the same?

I'm afraid the root cause is still in this Emperor Shengyi. Cheng Weixi asked, "What is the origin of that Emperor Yi?"

The old woman lowered her head: "He is the emperor in charge of the eastern part of the Eight Desolations. ”

Cheng Weixi searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and finally found the only clue from his memory.

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas?" Cheng Weixi was a little messy.

The old woman smiled and said: "The Classic of Mountains and Seas is just a book, recording the things of ancient times, but here is the real Eight Wilderness, the Eight Wilderness that has existed to this day and has been full of ups and downs. ”

Cheng Weixi couldn't help but pat his thigh. She said, "Well, how could those ancient gods and beasts disappear?" It is impossible for human beings to defeat them. It turns out that everyone is not in the same space.

Seeing that the candle flame was dim, she pushed the candlestick closer to the old woman and asked curiously, "I heard you just say, in addition to the Emperor of Shengyi, there are also emperors in charge of the west, south and north?"

The old woman shook her head: "I heard that there used to be, but now they are gone, and I don't know what is going on." I only know that the rest of the places are now the territory of the four great gods of the Eight Desolations, and the entire Eight Desolations are under the jurisdiction of Emperor Shuofang...... Everyone has been fighting back and forth, and it has not been very peaceful. ”

Hearing this, Cheng Weixi's heart flashed with helplessness and embarrassment.

She has survived many dynasties, as well as wars and rebellions. For power, wealth, territory, and hegemony, the superiors are intriguing and deceitful.

But no matter your earth-shattering strategy, monstrous hatred, or splashing wealth, the dust has long since settled and dissipated in a long river called history.

Those contenders may not know their final fate, but they will still plunder and struggle in the short period of decades.

Before the story began, she was already interested and didn't want to ask any further.

So many identical brides, if it weren't for Emperor Shengyi's own want, it must be a conspiracy of the opposites.

As for the significance of this appearance to Emperor Shengyi, if you can't run, it's the first love who died young, or the lady who fell like a white moonlight.