Everyone's eyes widened like brass bells, and they didn't dare to blink at all, for fear of missing a single tiny detail. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The delicate and smooth lines of the carving show the craftsmanship of the craftsmen. Song Yan stretched out his hand and stroked his chin, and carefully counted the gems inlaid on it, a total of one hundred and sixty-four, wrapped around the lifelike green dragon carved on black sandalwood, with a faint luster.

The green dragon's beard moved slightly on the black solid wood, as if it were swimming in the blue sky. Looking at the green dragon writhing in the coffin, Song Yu let out a long sigh, the expression on Junyi's face looked a little helpless, people will be afraid of death, the art of immortality is pure nonsense, but after his death, there were still several green dragons carved on the coffin, this kind of behavior that is close to madness is really shocking.

Song Yan leaned closer, sniffed her nose gently, a faint fragrance lingered between her noses, she frowned slightly, and couldn't help but slander in her heart, this is ...... Sandalwood, or ...... The smell of corpses?

But if it's the smell of a corpse, how can it be like this?

She felt a little anxious in her heart, this place felt so weird, she didn't know what everything would turn out in the end, she had to guard against it......

She gradually became wary, glanced at Song Yu, and poked out her slender fingertips, ready to open the last layer of the coffin lid. The gorgeous coffin lid was slowly pushed open, and in the air, a rich fragrance came to his nose, Gu Qing couldn't help but sneeze, his thick eyebrows frowned, and he couldn't help but cover his nose.

Several people stood quietly by the coffin, staring closely at the bones exposed to the air inside, on the loose skin, the facial features were clearly visible, and in the dim light, the eyelashes cast a shadow on the face.

His face was ruddy, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully. With the smooth outline, it is not difficult to guess that when he was young, he must have been a handsome man.

The black and white hair is tied on the top of the head, and it is tightly fixed with a hosta, showing that the whole person is full of a rigorous momentum. The dark court robe was embroidered with delicate rolling clouds, which were put on his body, without a trace of wrinkles, his skin was loose, and his hands covered with brown spots were folded in front of his lower abdomen.

As time passed, the rich fragrance that permeated the air faded a little.

Just when the attention of several people was attracted by the corpse in the coffin, a petite figure was hidden in the shadows, staring closely at the movements of several people, and the cold gaze was like a sharp blade, eager to shoot straight into their hearts.

Gu Qing was deeply shocked by the perfectly preserved corpse in front of him, his expression seemed to have been taken away, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

"Don't move......" Song Yu hurriedly stopped him, with anxiety in his tone, afraid that he would destroy him if he was not careful.

Hearing Song Yu's loud shout, Gu Qing raised his eyes and glanced at Song Yu, seeing the serious expression on his face, he didn't dare to slack off at all, he leaned in mid-air, his slightly calloused fingertips clenched slightly, and took it back in a sneer.

The night pearl hanging above his head released a faint light that swayed throughout the tomb. Song Yu blinked his eyes and carefully observed the dark court clothes embroidered with delicate patterns on the corpse.

Suddenly, Song Yu found that there was a thin silk thread between the yellow fingers on the lower abdomen, he hurriedly took out the flashlight, turned it on, and the dim light shone on it, and the picture projected in his eyes was clearer.

Really......

He reached out and carefully stroked the markinged fingers, fumbling for a while, and when the fingers touched the tiny silk thread, they slowly pulled him up.

Suddenly, a cold wind hit behind them, and everyone was stunned, and before they could react, a shadow stood not far away, staring at them coldly.

After a while, he spoke slowly, and his voice was a little cold: "Ziyuan......"

Hearing this, Song Yu was shocked, and the movements in his hands paused, he stiffened his neck and turned stiffly. After many years, the familiar figure reappeared in front of him, familiar facial features, familiar cyan robe, even if Song Yu is used to seeing the world, it is inevitable that there will be no gaffes.

The black pupils gradually moistened, and the white mist filled the eye sockets, and the person's face became more blurred. Song Yu's thin lips trembled slightly, and her throat rolled a few times, but she still couldn't utter a single word.

The man stood quietly, motionless, the placket of his shirt floating in the breeze, and the embroidered bamboo leaves on the corners of the sleeves were still so clearly visible.

He stared at Song Yu, his eyes didn't look at the things next to him at all, he looked him up and down, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a faint smile, and his voice became much softer: "Why is Ziyuan dressed like this?" ”

Hearing his question, Song Yu lowered his eyes and looked at his clothes, and said in his heart, I'm afraid that he is an outlier in his eyes now!

Immediately, he slowly raised his eyes again, and his eyelashes fluttered slightly.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he stretched out his hand and patted his head, and suddenly realized: "Today in the court, you have also heard the opinions of those ministers, but I still want to hear your opinions. ”

Song Yu was stunned when he heard this, and then he remembered that after he was demoted, he often forgot some things, such a reaction, I am afraid he still thought that they were in Xianyang City......

Song Yu swallowed his saliva with difficulty, only to feel a sour emotion rise up in his chest.

Suddenly, he spoke slowly, his voice was as gentle as ever, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and hooked up a far-fetched smile: "Childe, we are no longer in Xianyang City, here is ......"

"Yes......" Before he could finish speaking, he heard the person opposite hanging his head slightly, sighing long, looking a little decadent. Half-ringing, he sneered, his thin shoulders trembled slightly: "You say this sentence every day......" As he spoke, he slowly raised his head, staring at Song Yu with burning eyes, and he couldn't hear any emotion in his voice: "Ziyuan, do you also think that I am a waste ......?"

Listening to his somewhat self-defeating words, Song Yu frowned slightly, he took a few steps forward, and his tone was a little eager: "No...... No, in my heart, Childe will always be the most perfect person in the world. ”

"Yes......" he asked rhetorically, his tone was light, and his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he continued: "But I remember that you said that the person you admire the most is your father, the Emperor Majesty. ”

Song Yu was stunned, there was a trace of helplessness in his heart, and he didn't expect that he was still a little angry about his words.

Gu Qing's gaze wandered over the two of them, and when he heard the words, he suddenly realized that it was......

Fusu ......? (To be continued.) )