After being down-to-earth, Nuan Yang, who was nestled in Jiusi's arms, slowly opened his eyes, and was stunned by what he saw for a while.

It is not an open space, and there are one dirt bag after another piled up on it, some of which are old, and some of which are newly cultivated in recent days. It's just that whether it's old or old, it's all messily arranged, and even one by one is pressed one by one because of the lack of space.

Occasionally, there were a few rotten wooden blocks in front of the mound, with some small characters written on them, conveying a few messages to the occasional passers-by.

Between the mounds were a few old locust trees, and a few black-covered crows perched on the twisted branches, occasionally making a few noisy noises. The unwieldy body of the old locust tree, which lacks vitality, has a somewhat eerie feeling even under the blue sky and white sun.

Nuan Yang opened and closed his mouth, his big clear eyes aimed at Jiusi, full of puzzlement.

She naturally knew what kind of place this was, but what was the master doing when she brought herself to the mass grave? Didn't you go to see the evil retribution of Wei Xiao's wicked people?

Jiusi didn't smile, but just held out her index to look at a new grave that had been dug up in front of her.

Nuan Yang took a few steps forward, and when he saw the contents of the coffin in the grave, he let out an exclamation and sat down on the ground.

Jiusi was stunned for a moment, hurriedly stepped forward to hug her into his arms, patted her back gently, and whispered to her: "Nuan Yang? Warm sun? ”

Nuan Yang looked at Jiusi with a pale face, and immediately buried himself in his arms after coming back to his senses.

Seeing her like this, Jiu Si felt guilty in his heart, he raised his hand, stored a white light in the palm of his hand, and then pressed this soft white light into Nuan Yang's forehead.

After the light disappeared, the warm sun finally calmed down.

She tugged at Jiusi's neckline, and a muffled voice came from his chest: "Master...

"Hmm." Jiusi replied gently, holding her tightly with one hand and gently stroking her hair with the other.

"Inside... and Xiao Kun..."

"Hmm."

Taking a deep breath, Nuan Yang raised his head and looked at Jiusi, his eyes were already red.

"Master, did Xiao Kun commit suicide?"

"Hmm."

"Is it because I brought him to Hehuan?"

"No, it's because he loves Hehuan."

"Master, when did he die?"

"This morning."

Nuan Yang was silent, and looked inside the coffin again, although she was sad in her heart, it was no longer so difficult to accept.

Even though the climate of Dongyang Country is cooler than other places, the weather in midsummer is still sultry, and the corpse of Hehuan has already attracted insects to rot, and it is emitting an unpleasant smell at the moment. There was another corpse covered with her, it was Xiao Kun's, and he was still wearing the official uniform of the palace banquet that day, but the body under the official uniform had long been lifeless.

In the narrow coffin, the two corpses overlapped face to face, and the bright red blood covering the bottom of the coffin should have flowed from Xiao Kun's wrist, because there was a sharp copper piece inserted there, and the deep wound of the bone turned outward and turned the flesh, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

Nuan Yang looked at it, and thought in his heart, the blood had dried up.

Her eyes wandered over the two of them until a familiar object was imprinted in her sight—the palm-sized bronze mirror held tightly in Xiao Kun's right hand. This bronze mirror has been carried by her for half a month, and there was a poor woman trapped in it who couldn't leave for a long time because of her obsession.

Tears flowed down her cheeks when she saw the bronze mirror, and she raised her hand to wipe it away and make herself smile, for the poor woman had told herself that her swollen eyes were ugly from crying. Now in front of her, even if it's just a corpse, Nuan Yang doesn't want to make herself ugly.

Jiusi took pity on her and said with relief: "If Hehuan knew that Xiao Kun loved her so far, his heart would be satisfied. ”

Nuan Yang nodded and didn't answer, but he understood a little bit in his heart what love was.

The two of them paused for a long time, until the cacophony of voices slowly approached the mass grave from a distance. Jiusi pulled up the warm sun, retreated to the shade of an old locust tree, and cast an illusion to hide the two of them.

As the people approached, their faces became clearer. After seeing the facial features of the first person, Nuan Yang breathed a little, and the palms under his sleeves were unconsciously clenched.

Jiusi noticed it and hurriedly reached out to hold her tightly, afraid that she would use her fingernails to choke herself if she used too much force.

Nuan Yang relieved herself at his touch, but her eyes were still staring straight at the man's face, this was the first time in her life that she was so disgusted with others.

But looking at it, Nuan Yang realized that something was wrong, the woman who killed Hehuan was crazy at the moment, laughing and crying all the way to Hehuan's grave, and the servants behind her couldn't hold her.

A few days ago, the noble and dignified young lady disappeared, at this time, Wei Xiao's hair was scattered, the clothes on her body were also crumpled, and her plain face was sprinkled with tears but with a smile...

I saw her stumbling to the side of the grave, and after seeing the two overlapping people in the grave, she suddenly fell to her knees as if she had lost all her strength, and the smile on her face was gone, and she was stunned, as if her soul had been drained and only a shell remained.

The servants who had been following her were panicked when they saw her like this, and hurriedly came up to pull her, and persuaded her with all kinds of words in their mouths, but she was unmoved, until an old woman cried in her ear and shouted, "How can this man be so infatuated with young lady!" After that, she came back to her senses, but the first thing she did after returning to her senses was to push the old woman to the ground.

She was almost so angry that her eyes were split, and she pointed at the old woman who fell to the ground with trembling hands, and scolded bitterly: "Shut up your cheap mouth! What kind of dog are you, and you dare to be disrespectful to the champion of the dynasty! Dare to say a word again, see if I don't cut your tongue! ”

Scolding and scolding, her voice gradually choked, and finally she cried, although she cried until she was short of breath, she still kept talking, but the content of what she said was no longer to the mother-in-law who fell to the ground.

"You're a person, you're a person, and you left a letter and came here to die by yourself..."

"You want to die with her... What about me... I'm your wife...

"You said you knew I killed her... You said you didn't blame me, hehe, I beg you to blame me..."

"You don't want to leave me... You said you wanted to be with me for the rest of your life, you are dead, and it is mine...

Seeing that Wei Xiao's mind was getting more and more blurred, the helpless servants finally had the courage to step forward and cut the back of her head with the palm of her hand, and she fell down as soon as her body became weak, and then was caught and carried away by the servants.

Obviously she was a person who had passed out in a coma, but the tears in the corners of her eyes were still flowing, muttering something from time to time, the servants who were busy carrying her back to the house couldn't hear it, but the warm sun that had been staring at her could tell the difference.

She was just saying a word over and over again, a sentence that Hehuan seemed to have said too-

Xiao Lang, don't leave me...