Huashang Kyushu, divided into seven countries;

Among the big countries, Weichen and Zhao.

Tatsu country.

Cining Temple.

Empress Dowager Li's personal eunuch Zhang Gonggong walked out of the hall with small steps and hunched over.

"Twenty-three years of Mingde, winter, Empress Dowager Li, Xu."

All the palace maids and eunuchs heard the sound.

The doctors went in and out, their footsteps were slow and sick, and when they were facing each other, they shook their heads and sighed at each other.

It's late at night, the last quarter moon, and the sky is full of stars.

Soon, the news of Empress Dowager Li's death spread throughout Yangcheng, the imperial capital of Chenguo, and the whole country celebrated.

The main street of Yangcheng was lit up with thousands of lights, and this shocking news woke up countless sleeping people in their sleep.

"Did you hear that? The demon queen mother is dead. ”

"She's finally going to have this day."

"Disaster to the country and the people."

......

Is Empress Dowager Li really dead?

Li Suo Luo looked at the imperial doctor who hurriedly came in and out, the palace maid and eunuch who cried but had no tears, the little emperor who hugged himself tightly and was at a loss for grievances, and Fu Xiang, who was neatly dressed and entered the palace overnight.

The little emperor is only seven years old this year, although she was not born, but she also raised her, and it is the flesh of her heart.

It was a long time before Li Suo Luo accepted this fact.

A terrible fact.

Her body is dead, but the consciousness locked in her body is still alive.

There was a imperial doctor kneeling in front of Fu Xiang and the little emperor.

"The Queen Mother is gone."

"When I arrived, the Queen Mother was already out of breath, and I am afraid that she had overworked and died of sudden heart death."

Fu Xiangqiang pretended to be sad, wiped his eyes, and supported the bed case of the Empress Dowager Li, making others look like they really cared about the Empress Dowager.

He ordered with his head slightly bowed, and his voice was a little hoarse and dull.

"The Queen Mother is benevolent, respect the last wish of the first emperor to be buried in the same mausoleum, Ming Dan, bury the mausoleum of the first emperor."

Tomorrow? So fast?

Everyone who heard it looked at each other.

But since Fu Xiang spoke, no one dared to refute, only the seven-year-old little emperor still hugged Li Suoluo's dead body tightly.

Soon, Li Suoluo's body was lifted by several people and put into a dark and narrow space.

It's a space that's just the right size for her.

A coffin.

A coffin made of the finest golden silk nanmu transported from Guyua.

Unexpectedly, Fu Lian's coffin had already been prepared for her, which was really ridiculous.

But the horror in the world is not death, but conscious death.

Even if he is as powerful as Li Suoluo, at this moment, he also feels irrepressible fear and darkness.

Thinking that she Li Suo Luo calculated her life, stepped on the corpses of countless people, and sat in her current position with the blood of countless people, but in the end, she died in such a painful and lowly way.

Those who hated her and those she hated were not dead yet, how could she die first.

She was not reconciled.

She hasn't gotten rid of Fu Xiang yet, chopped off his minions; She hasn't watched the little emperor grow up and watch him take charge alone; She hasn't planted herself with red plums yet.

She has many, many things to do, and she can't die.

At least, you can't die in such an inexplicable agony.

What little of consciousness she had left screamed, roared, and struggled in the coffin, hoping to stimulate any sensory touch in her body.

But no matter how strong her consciousness was, she couldn't shake this dead body in the slightest.

The body was dead, silently, cold to the bone.

No one will hear, no one will care.

Gradually, Li Suluo calmed down and began to face all the darkness calmly.

The body is dead, but the consciousness is still there, which means that the soul is still alive.

Although this theory made her feel weird and incredible.

But the only thing she could do now was to get her soul out of this dead body, and perhaps, there was still room for everything to turn around.

Li Suo Luo quietly felt the movement coming from outside the coffin, and several people walked towards her.

The footsteps of the people who came were heavy, they were the steps of men, and they should be several tall and strong men.

But in the footsteps of this heavy man, there is another one that is more brisk.

Li Suo Luo couldn't guess who that person was, she was very familiar with people, and she could judge by the sound of footsteps, but she had never seen this person.

Strange footsteps, strange men.

The man seemed to salute her, reciting characters she didn't understand at all, like some kind of spell.

After reciting the incantation, the man saluted again.

"Goodbye, the blessed Queen Mother Suoluo."

Li Suo Luo became more and more confused, because no one would ever call her the Empress Dowager Su Luo.

The man still had something in his hand, and after stumbling on the coffin, he left with brisk steps.

The rest of the tall and stocky men lifted her up with the coffin and headed in a fixed direction.

Li Suo Luo sensed that something was wrong, they wanted to bury themselves in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor as quickly as possible.

Li Suo Luo remembered that the time of his body's death should have been in the middle of the night, and now it should be slightly bright.

Li Suoluo hated, this Fu Xiang, even if she died, he wished that her body would be buried as soon as possible.

If a person really has an afterlife, she must leave his bones gone.

She doesn't know if people will have an afterlife, but in this life she really died, or died with consciousness.

What is the difference between this and burying her alive.

Under the joint force of several strong men, the stone door of the inner room of the imperial tomb was pushed open, and several men carried her and the coffin inside.

The inner chamber of the imperial mausoleum has not been opened for a long time, and because the original structure is designed to be waterproof and moisture-proof, the entire inner chamber is filled with dry smoke and dust.

"It's unlucky!"

"Let's go, let's go."

Li Suluo's soul struggled violently against this dead body, and she tried to break free from this body, but there was a force that kept stopping her.

The moment he entered the inner chamber of the Imperial Mausoleum, Li Suo Luo felt another force on the basis of the previous one.

It seems that in the original design and structure of this imperial mausoleum, there may have been some kind of special formation used to make the deceased rest in peace.

If Li Suo Luo could calmly understand the external environment before, at this moment, there was only fear, fear and darkness left.

Little by little, the clear consciousness of her soul was fading.

The first force was preventing her soul from escaping her body, and the second force was eating away at her soul consciousness little by little.

"Goodbye, my noble Queen Mother."

It was Fu Xiang's voice, Li Suo Luo shouted, she wanted to scold the dog thief, but she couldn't do it now.

Several men went to push the stone door, and the hoarse and dull sound of the stone door filled the air, and it was quickly closed, blocking out all the sunlight.

Li Suluo struggled to control her consciousness, and she reflected on the experience of this life.

The seven-year-old little emperor wrote his first poem, specially brought it to her, and clamored for her praise and encouragement;

Fu Xiang's eldest son knelt in front of her because of the case of selling the official mantle and begged her to open the net, crying so much that he put shoes on her;

When the emperor was alive, he came to see her with eternal alienation and indifference in his eyes, like looking at a gorgeous dress;

The jealous concubine wanted to poison her, but she was poisoned by her backhand;

There is also a red plum planted by her own hands outside the Cining Palace, which only bloomed a few days ago, and I don't know if it has withered now.

But no matter how much she struggled, her consciousness was still dissipating little by little, and her life was regressing little by little.

Like a flower budding, the seed returns to the soil.

Li Suo Luo was completely unconscious.