"Boom..."The stone slab under the jade ring turned, and the stone door, which was still unusually heavy, was easily pushed open by the two of them at this time, and the dull sound seemed to be a lamentation, accompanied by the two of them into the tomb of a legendary and sad generation of founding queens.

Outside the main tomb, there are burial goods, and it can be seen that these utensils have been used for a long time. "This should be the queen's favorite thing," Xuanyuan Che stared at those utensils, and there was some inexplicable sadness in his tone, not some luxurious gold and silver ware, but extremely ordinary pottery, and even some clumsy nicks could be seen, for some reason, since he opened the main burial chamber and saw these utensils, his heart was extremely depressed and dull, with remorse.

Remorse? What is he remorse.......

"According to legend, in order to crack the poisonous oath made by Empress Chenxian before her death, Emperor Zu did not hesitate to sacrifice half of his life, just hoping to continue his relationship with the queen in the next life," Ling Huxian walked to the front of the spiritual platform, and the thick inscription could be vaguely seen on the stone tablet - the position of my beloved wife Chen Mo.

There was a sudden silence in the burial chamber.

"Have you ever regretted a pot of drunkenness?"

Suddenly, a peaceful and ancient woman's voice sounded, and Xuanyuan Che was startled: "Who?!" Ling Huxian, who was exploring the offering platform, was taken aback, and barely stabilized the candlestick in her hand that she had just picked up, a little frightened: "What's wrong, Ah Che?" ”

"No... It's okay..."Xuanyuan Che listened quietly, nothing unusual, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ling Huxian found the passage to the main burial chamber, only to hear a dull voice behind her.

"Ache!"

"Why... Why sacrifice half a life of yang longevity? Aren't you, resentful of me? ”

"Why, you don't believe me, why don't you let go?"

Who?

In the blurred consciousness, only the woman's questioning voice kept echoing in his mind.

"Why... I can't understand you anymore..."

"Jun Ben is amosive, He Chenghu Jiangnuo, Mo is not a good power girl, how can I doubt that the country is not a country...."

In the ears, there is the whistling and poignant sound of the wind, the vicissitudes of the Mohu Palace thousands of years ago, so naturally appeared in front of you, compared with the current splendor, the ancient palace is more simple and introverted.

And the palace in front of you... The curtains are fiery red, and the phoenix is flying....

On the wooden plaque on the top of the hall, the vigorous and powerful "Chenqing Palace" ......

"Niangniang, Niangniang think twice, Niangniang..."In the palace, the voice of the woman's hard persuasion came, "Haha," that hearty and sad laughter pierced Xuanyuan Che's heart.

"He doesn't believe in this palace, what kind of affection does this palace have in mind?"

"Niangniang, the emperor will definitely regret it, Niangniang, you go to see the emperor..."

"What else is the meaning of seeing, you have also seen it, it has been given to people who are drunk, this palace has been with him for eleven years, and he has assisted him to win the world, and he has ended up like this..."

Xuanyuan Che stood at the door of this huge palace, listening quietly, such a sad and desolate voice, he could imagine how heroic and open-minded this woman should be.

"This palace treats you well on weekdays, but now Chen Mo only asks you for one thing, take care of Ling'er for Chen Mo, take care of that child..."

"Queen Mother, the eldest prince can't live without you, Niangniang,"

"Go down,"

"!"

"Let Hongu be quiet!"

Suddenly, the maids in the palace withdrew one by one, wiping the tears from the corners of their eyes and looking at the palace with concern.

Xuanyuan Che stood quietly at the door, he wanted to go in to see the woman, but he didn't know how to face it, and suddenly, a trace of ominousness flooded in his heart.

"Ah Che," in the tomb, Ling Hu Xian forced Xuanyuan Che to sit down calmly, there was no problem with the pulse, no poisoning or injury, just fell asleep as usual, she leaned on his chest: "Ah Che... Definitely coming back..."

Suddenly, the crisp sound of the jade cup shattering on the ground was extremely harsh, and the poignant and mournful laughter filled the ears.

"Jun Ben is amorous, He Chenghu Jiangnuo! If you are not a good woman, you are not a country! ”

The sarcastic laughter, the ferocious flame, in Xuanyuan Che's frightened and frightened gaze, rushed out of the Chenqing Palace, spread on the fiery red curtains, he took two steps back again and again, his heart was throbbing.

He saw that the woman in the palace was dressed in crimson, her face was arrogant and uninhibited, and her proud head looked down at the high platform.

Such a fierce and proud woman laughed wildly as she watched the flames engulf the bustling hall until her mouth, spilling blood.

"It's out of the water! Let's go to the water!! ”

"! The mother is still in the palace! ”

"Let's put out the fire! Fast! ”

There was chaos inside and outside the palace.

"Tatsuno!"

A man in a dragon robe rushed into the gate of the courtyard, roaring in horror, and saw Chenqing Palace, which had been engulfed in flames.

"Mo'er!" That heart-rending grief until Xuanyuan Che saw the silk blood book in the man's hand falling to the ground.

His heart hurts, he saw the woman's resolute red clothes, saw the man rushing into the sea of fire and hugged her and cried, and saw the unstoppable blood at the corner of the man's mouth, covering the snow-white neck...

I can feel that life is passing....

"No.... Don't—" he murmured, pleading along with the man's voice.

It's useless... That's you, personally given the drunkenness...

It's just that it's mixed with crane top red...

If I have an afterlife, I vow not to see you again.

"No... Don't, Mo'er, I was wrong, Mo'er..."

The heart is like a knife, panicked, regretful, and painful.

"Why bother... After the poverty of the ninth generation, why bother... But we'll see each other again, it's just that there's no fate..."

"Why... Why are you in love with him again..."The voice sounded in his ears, causing Hu Xian's hand to trace the stone carving for a moment, and her eyes were fixed on the stone door of the main tomb, and the fox pattern was enchanting.

"Why... It's been a thousand years.... Are you in love with him again? ”

The voice was asking bitterly.

Ling Huxian suppressed the panic in her heart, carefully held the candlestick, and walked to the stone tomb door step by step.

"He failed you, and you forgave him like this?"

The questioning continued, she pushed open the stone door with all her might, and the main burial chamber came into view, without the imaginary smell of corruption, but instead of the ancient fragrance that had accumulated for thousands of years, the eight night pearls were covered with dust, and the putty of the eight ever-bright lamps was exhausted.

It's not the appearance of a tomb, it's more like a daughter's boudoir, with a dressing table, a silver mirror, a soft couch, and eight immortals....

Ling Huxian looked around at everything calm in the room, and fixed her gaze on the thick and silent bronze coffin in the center.

"He loves you, but he misheard the slander.." Her eyes were mournful and sympathetic, and she whispered back to the question.

"She doesn't believe me...," the woman's voice was filled with resentment, "Love, what's the use?" ”

This question made Hu Xian remain silent....

"It's not that he doesn't believe you... Just because, you are too arrogant...... "not good at explaining, disdainful of vassalizing....

She walked slowly to the coffin, covered her hands with bronze coldness, and lowered the candlestick to the ground.

She wanted to open the coffin, she wanted to find a result...

"Is it.... Proud.. Are you not proud? ”

The rhetorical question made her stop,

Isn't she proud? She's also unruly... If Jiuyue did the same thing, she would also be like Empress Chenxian, and she would die with her will....

"What about pride? He is also the same arrogance," Taking a deep breath, Ling Huxian used internal force to pry open the coffin, and the outer layer of copper coffin was pushed aside by her, and Nanmu's coffin was revealed.

"However, since you love each other deeply, you have to work hard to live for each other." Her eyes were gentle, her flat tone was as if she was talking to someone about her family, the coffin lid was loosening, she used her strength to lift the wooden coffin, her face condensed in shock, the coffin....

She slowly sat down against the coffin, caressed into the coffin with one hand, and breathed a long sigh of relief..."Sure enough..."

When the hand just touched, a pair of twin swords that were sleeping in the coffin shattered in response....

Long hate, long thought, long hate, long hate, long hate....

It's like the life of these two emperors....

"Really... To live for each other..."The woman lamented.

The hands hung down weakly, and the man slept in the coffin.

"That's fate..."

Is it a dream... How could she sleep here?

The dim candle flame was still burning quietly, she held her head and recalled, and instantly woke up: "Ah Che! ”

"I'm fine," a tired voice echoed outside the graveyard before relenting as he withdrew his arm from the coffin and looked at the twin swords with their fragments entwined.

This is Ling Huqing's extravagant wish, accompanied by swords, love lasts forever....

The pathetic Emperor Zu finally killed the Nan Guifei and the nine clans of the Nan family who framed the queen, and named the eldest prince Ling Hu Ling as the crown prince, and sacrificed the queen for 100 days, but he couldn't get back Chen Mo's life and son's love.

She slowly closed the coffin, quietly exited the chamber, and closed the door. Xuanyuan Che was sitting in the resting place to adjust his body, facing her worried gaze, shaking his head slightly, as for what he dreamed of, he.... I don't remember...

"Let's go," the graveyard still stretches deeper, and there will always be an end that points out of the city.

The cold wind is bleak, it is obviously the new year, it should be lively and festive, but the capital is as silent as a dead city.

He walked into the courtyard and watched the old snow shining on the flaming red lanterns, and rubbing a black jade waist plaque with a seal engraved on it.

"Brother...."The girl gathered the big one and handed it to him.

"Little Lotus," he lowered his eyes and took it silently.

"It's been five days, and there is still no news from His Highness?"

"Little Hemo is going to worry, he should come, he will come."

The two stood silently in the yard, tonight, destined to be sleepless....

"My lord, there is a message in the palace, please go to the palace, the emperor has important matters to discuss." The steward of the house lowered his head and came to pass the word.

"The official is tired and infected with wind disease, and it is inconvenient to enter the palace to disturb the emperor's dragon body."

He clenched the ink jade in his hand, the emperor? Scold....

The eunuch who passed the word in the palace outside the palace glared hatefully at the plaque above the door of the mansion, and the word "night house" was lifeless, so he had no choice but to go back to the palace to reply.

At night, the ink clouds were swirling, and outside the city, two black figures were taking advantage of the darkness to step on the city gate, like a flying swallow lying in the shadow to climb the city gate, cleverly bypassing the guards, and sneaking into the city.

Five miles outside the city, the sound of people and horses is silent, completely integrated into the night and crawling forward, and the flying eagles in the air are silent.