Su Xuanming followed behind, watching the old man swaying in front. He hurried a few steps, trying to help the old man. He was surprised to find that the old man had left no traces on the snow.

Su Xuanming smacked his tongue, so powerful light work treading snow without a trace. No man shall be disguised, and no sea shall be measured. Nie Bo surprised him, and the old man surprised Su Xuanming so much that his jaw was about to drop.

Su Xuanming thought of Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, Zhuang Zhou's "inaction" life, Su Xuanming looked at the old man's back, and followed him respectfully.

The old man would rather live and wagging his tail and roam freely in the mud than be a turtle that leaves a few turtle shells to worship in the temple after death. He is the master of enlightenment, no, I should say that he is a sage.

But how did the sages willingly be driven by King An? Su Xuanming thinks that his brain is quite bright on weekdays, why is he entangled in a lot these days, his brain is a little unable to turn. Curious about killing cats, how did cats die? Curious to death.

Su Xuanming kept following the old man, watching the old man's steps not fast, but he was out of breath and followed until he was outside the Guanghua Gate. In the cold winter, there are few people outside Chang'an.

The old man's voice was like a bell "Exhaustive arguments, if you put it in the void." The cardinal of the world is like a drop thrown into a huge ravine. ”

Su Xuanming sprinted hard and chased after the old man, "Uncle, where will the younger generations find you in the future." ”

"Nie Bo will find me." Suddenly, the old man disappeared.

Su Xuanming stood in place, rubbing his eyes vigorously, today's adventure, is this old man a human or an immortal?

In January 840, the tombs of Emperor Gaozong and Empress Zetian caught fire. Qianling is about 160 miles northwest of Chang'an City, above the north peak of Liangshan.

The site of Qianling is a treasure land of feng shui that Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, two masters of Taoism, are optimistic about. Outside the south gate of Qianling, there are the "Shusheng Ji Tablet" and "Wordless Tablet" that sing praises for Gaozong and Empress Wu, and there are a large number of stone carvings on the surface of the majestic cemetery.

Legend has it that when Gaozong was buried, there were tens of thousands of burial goods, and the Tang Dynasty was rich and prosperous, and there were not many prisoners in the world's prisons for rape and criminals, except for the prisoners in the struggle for power. Cangqiao is full of etiquette, and the road is not left behind, and the night is not closed.

The burial goods of the Empress of Heaven are also tens of thousands. People die for money, birds die for food, and after the Tang Anshi Rebellion, it gradually went downhill, and it is even more defeated today.

So some people hit the idea of the imperial tomb and took out a few treasures inside, enough to eat for a few years. From time to time, there are small-scale tomb robbers and large-scale tomb robbers who try their luck in Qianling.

In late January, another wave of tomb robbers came to Qianling and set a fire to it. The Qianling forest is deep, the vegetation is dense, the humus layer is also thick, and the night is dark and the wind is high, and the fire is getting stronger and stronger.

The fire in the imperial tomb was extraordinary, and the officials guarding the imperial tomb organized the fire on the one hand, and sent people to report to the Beijing division as soon as possible.

Wenzong had just rested, he had a light sleep, and in addition, he was sick, and he felt even tighter and shorter of breath at night. Guo Xiang was originally at the age of snooze, and he didn't sleep a few times when he had something in his heart.

The bearskin mattress was fluffy and soft, and two ultra-thin people lay in it and barely saw people.

Someone outside the door lowered his voice to speak, Wenzong heard it clearly, and knew that it would be a big deal to report late at night.

He suppressed his cough, got up gently, and Guo Xiang next to him got up and helped him to sit.

Wenzong looked at her apologetically, and as soon as he opened his mouth, there was a violent cough, which caused Guo Xiang's chest to shake.

Hearing the sound inside, Ma Yuanliang came in and reported outside the tent, "Your Majesty, the officials guarding Qianling have come to report that there is a fire in Qianling." ”

When Wenzong heard the news, he was anxious, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which frightened Guo Xianghua's complexion.

"Qiu Shiliang fights the fire." Wenzong gasped and finished.

A mouthful of phlegm was blocked, and he fainted. The imperial doctor came over and pricked a few silver needles, and Wen Zong woke up slowly.

The green smoke from the ancestral tomb is a blessing for virtue. The fire in the ancestral tomb is a warning from heaven. And the Son of Heaven --- the Son of Heaven, he must bow down and examine himself whether there is any immorality.

Wen Zong woke up, didn't speak, closed his eyes, and tears slipped down the corners of his eyes.

Guo Xiang sat beside him, holding Wenzong's hand and pressing it on his cheek.

Wenzong is now a frightened bird, because he hates himself for being powerless. Wherever something happened, he attributed it to his own fault.

Guo Xiang and Wen Zong have been together for a few months, and she understands Wen Zong's benevolent character. She didn't say anything to persuade her, but leaned her cheeks over to taste the salty tears, her heart aching as if it were being clenched by an iron fist.

In June 839 A.D., there was a long drought and no rain in many places. The messengers sent to various places to ask for rain did not bring much encouraging news, and Wenzong once told the prime minister that if it did not rain again, he would retire to the Xingqing Palace in Nannei and choose another virtuous lord as emperor.

Now God has once again warned that he, the emperor, is really incompetent. At this point, the spiritual energy that supported Wenzong plummeted, and he was groggy and his life hung by a thread.

Qiu Shiliang gathered all his men and horses, and went out of the city to Qianling overnight. Jingzhao Yin's Mansion got the news early in the morning that Qiu Shiliang took people to Qianling to extinguish the fire.

Xue Yuan's reward is in a hurry, people are not as good as heaven. Qianling was on fire, and the plan was suddenly disrupted. Did he strike rashly or did he stand still?

King An had no sleep all night, and as sleepless as him was Concubine Xian, Prime Minister Yang Sifu.

Concubine Xian went to visit the Taihe Hall early in the morning, Wenzong was lying on the bed with a weak breath, and the imperial doctor was guarding the bedside.

Guo Xiang's heart was up and down, she was so scared, she was a first-time wife, but she had to face the blow of losing her husband at any time.

She tried desperately to stop her tears, but she couldn't help it, and the tears flowed like beads of broken threads. She didn't dare to cry again, and the imperial doctor told her to keep quiet.

Hearing that Concubine Xian was asking to see her outside, Guo Xiang ignored Ma Yuanliang's hard looks, and let her in privately.

Wenzong didn't like Concubine Yang Xian's visit, Guo Xiang knew it, and she couldn't care about it. Ma Yuanliang is a confidant who has served by the emperor's side for many years, and he has seen too much, thinking about things layer by layer... Stretch it out.

Guo Xiang's only thought in the deep boudoir is that Concubine Yang Xian's presence can alleviate her fear.

Wen Zong's eyes were closed, his face was thin, and he was lying flat on his body covered with a quilt. With a cold look, I couldn't see a person lying in the quilt at all.

Concubine Yang Xian's tears fell, her husband who used to spoil her and love her so much!

Guo Xiang thought that he had come up with an idea, but he didn't expect Concubine Yang Xian to cry more uncontrollably than her.

Concubine Yang Xian looked at Guo Xiang with wide teary eyes, looking at herself helplessly, she was just a child, poor girl! Concubine Xian took Guo Xiang into her arms and patted her gently to comfort her.

Guo Xiang broke free from Concubine Xian's arms and sat on the edge of the bed again. She wanted Wenzong to open his eyes and see herself at the first glance.

Ma Yuanliang walked over and whispered to Concubine Xian; "Niangniang will go back to rest first, Guo Jieyu is here, Niangniang should please go back."

Wen Zong is like this, the day is not safe, she can't anger a loyal old slave because she is unhappy.

Concubine Xian quietly withdrew. Ma Yuanliang was worried that Wenzong would see Concubine Yang Xian, so he would go over in a fit of anger.