The other three were also shocked, and it was only a few days before they set out for Chaos. Gongsun Changqin frowned and said, "It seems that the plan of the King of Shang has succeeded. He muttered again: "Strange, how can it be a queen, not a holy ......."

Song Liancheng saw Xia Zun's doubts and speculated: "The king of Shang has always done things without leakage, he will never kill his father, he will definitely be the prince first, and then ascend the throne logically." Fortunately, now that the country is mourning, we still have time. This king wants to go back to see the saint! ”

"Your Highness must not return to the city. Now that everyone finally thinks that His Royal Highness is dead, and the situation in the court is unknown, if His Royal Highness rushes back, if it is a treacherous plan of the king of Shang, won't he fall into the net? "Spiritual cultivation is the way.

"The spirit girl thought ......"

"I thought that His Highness should wait here for news, and I and Xia Zun should go back to Beijing to find out. Xiaoxue also stays here, after all, the most dangerous place is also the safest place. The spiritual cultivator replied more decisively.

Gongsun Changqin listened from the sidelines, bowed his head again and again, and also persuaded: "If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan." His Royal Highness always thinks about the Holy One, and he needs to endure it, don't think that he has messed up the great cause. ”

In this way, Song Liancheng finally agreed to stay, and Fuxue was temporarily settled in Chaos. He didn't refuse, because only by staying in Chaos could he find the Burning Summer Fruit.

***

Xiu Ling and Gongsun Changqin Yuqin returned to Beijing, along the way, Xia Zun, who was used to hanging his children, had no intention of looking at the scenery, and only rushed back wholeheartedly. However, just as the two of them were speeding forward, a strange sight appeared in the air.

From time to time, white cranes flew by and screamed, fluttering their wings as hard as they could, as if they were exhausted. The cultivator saw with his own eyes that the white crane's eyes were eclipsed the moment he stared at her, and he suddenly fell.

"Something is wrong with these cranes!" Spiritual cultivation is the way.

Gongsun Changqin also frowned, "These white cranes ...... Isn't it from Crane Song Autumn Moon Villa? How can it be the other way around? ”

"It's better to go down and take a look, maybe you can find out the news on the ground."

Gongsun Changqin bowed his head, "It's okay, this is Hetang County, and it's not too far from Heming Qiuyue Villa." So the two of them landed on the piano and put it away.

It is a little different from the imaginary scene, although the queen Zhuge Yaxue passed away, but there is no atmosphere of national mourning in the whole continent, but everywhere is a jubilant scene during the festival. Walking on the street, shops, teahouses, and houses are all lit up, and there are countless people who set off firecrackers and fireworks during the day.

After inquiry, the two learned that Zhuge Erya had been deposed, but what the family celebrated was that Emperor Song Xuan was happy to get the wonderful spring fruit, recovered from a serious illness and the Shang King Zhixiao had been crowned the crown prince.

Commoners are naturally just commoners, and their attitudes towards the deposed queens and princes have always maintained a high degree of consistency with the public opinion of the imperial court. From their mouths, they can only understand the skin.

Gongsun Changqin was not in a hurry, and pulled Xiu Ling into a teahouse and said: "It's better to sit here, maybe there will be gossip." ”

So, the two ordered refreshments and side dishes, found a well-ventilated seat and sat down, and waited for information.

A short time later, Xiu Ling saw two people with extraordinary temperament entering the teahouse through the window, and sat down not far from them to talk. These two should be folk luthiers, each carrying a piano bag, dressed plainly and elegantly.

After a while, one person talked about the piano music he had recently learned, and the piano books and piano scores he had collected, which was so unpleasant. Listening to the words, this person has been practicing the piano for more than ten years and is quite qualified.

This person was about to introduce what he had gained, but another person interrupted him and whispered: "Huaijun, have you noticed that there have been many white cranes in Hetang Town recently, and they are all in excellent condition?" ”

"What's this, don't you know that my Hetang County is not far from Heming Qiuyue Villa, every household likes to follow the trend to raise white cranes, which has been nearly a hundred years, and naturally the more they raise, the more they raise, the more they are raised. In addition, the white cranes of the Crane Song Autumn Moon Village will fly across the lotus pond at this time, and there are even those who occasionally rest here temporarily. The one who was called Huaijun replied.

"Crane Singing Autumn Moon Villa?!" His piano friend was suddenly shocked, and stumbled: "But the piano village located near the hook platform? ”

"Exactly, what?"

"Well, you don't know?! The villa was destroyed overnight, and now no one even dares to collect the corpse! ”

Huaijun almost dropped the dishes, and said dumbfounded: "How do you know?!" Such a big event, there is no news from our county! ”

"Since I plan to practice the qin, I have visited the luthier all the way, this time I came to look for you, passing by the hook platform, I heard that there is a place called Heming Qiuyue Villa nearby is one of the seventy-two qin gates, so I want to visit, so I asked the guard of the hook platform for directions, it was the old man who told me. At that time, I didn't believe it, how could such a big event have no movement, but the old man said that those who dared to speak out were all dead......"

Halfway through his words, this person suddenly felt like a fish in his throat, and he desperately picked his throat twice, and he died straight to the end. The people in the teahouse saw it, screamed and fled.

Huaijun on the side saw it, his limbs trembled with fright, and he hurriedly stepped forward to turn over his body, and opened his shirt in a random manner, and there was a piano sheet hidden in it.

He was holding on to the score, and before he could open it, he inexplicably grabbed his neck and tried his best to follow it, as if he had swallowed a stone alive, and he fell to the ground and died after a while.

Xiu Ling hurriedly stepped forward and probed the two of them to snort, "It's hopeless." And Gongsun Changqin looked at the old man who was walking down on crutches at the corner of the stairs, his eyes flickered, "If the deity is not mistaken, it is not the Miaochun fruit that the saint has served, but the late autumn fruit." ”

"In this way, the Crane Ming Autumn Moon Villa was destroyed because of the late autumn fruit." The cultivator suddenly said, "In that case, the Holy One...... Wouldn't the Holy One not survive this autumn?! ”

"Surely we will die." Gongsun Changqin shook his head, "Song Chuyin, good means." ”

Just as he was sighing, Xiu Ling had already pulled up his sleeves, "Let's go, go to Heming Qiuyue Mountain Villa to have a look!" ”

***

Crane Singing Autumn Moon Villa is located in the west of Hook Moon Terrace. It is rumored that the villa has three beautiful landscapes, the remnant lotus, the white crane and the autumn moon. However, when Xiu Ling and Gongsun Changqin stood outside the village, the atmosphere had become eerie.

The door of the village was closed, but it could not lock the rancid smell from it. The cultivator was all too familiar with this smell, and she frowned and pushed open the door first. Sure enough, there were corpses everywhere, white bones or decomposing, but no one had cleaned them up.

The original scene of the mountain villa has long since decayed. The remnants of the lotus have become withered lotus, and are gradually decaying; The white crane is almost extinct, the fugitive flees the dead die; The only thing that remains unchanged is that the autumn moon hangs in the sky like a hook, and at this time, it seems to have cried red eyes.

"Can Xia Zun hear it, there is a whimper?" The spiritual cultivator smelled the wind and vaguely heard someone sobbing. Although Gongsun Changqin didn't hear it, he followed her to look for it in the village. The two of them found the lotus pond, and their cries seemed to be clearer.