Before the funeral of the emperor.

Outside the imperial mausoleum, there were women standing, Tang Yulian roughly counted them with her eyes, about fourteen or fifteen, fortunately, the beauties of the emperor's harem are not as many as three thousand, she is a little lucky.

Some of them were crying out in despair, some were numbly closing their eyes, and some were smiling silly.

Yulian couldn't help but feel chilled when she saw so many fresh lives, and she was about to be buried alive in the dark imperial mausoleum, she patted her chest and calmed down.

"Quiet, quiet! The crown prince remembered that the ladies accompanied the emperor for meritorious service, and came to give you a ride in person. The Grand Steward screamed.

This is, in the distance, the sound of horses' hooves, and a group of Terrans came with a luan cart.

After the Luan car stopped, the chief manager lifted the curtain, the crown prince Xuanyuan Xuanling bent down and walked out, and the noisy crowd immediately quieted down.

Because of him, the whole miserable scene seemed to be transformed, and became sacred and shiny.

Xuanyuan Xuanling was dressed in a white shirt because of filial piety, his long hair was pulled back casually, his figure was long, his face was like a crown of jade, and he was noble and dignified.

Tang Yulian was also stunned, and only felt that his whole person was slowly and carefully carved by God with white jade, flawless.

But she only stayed for a second, thinking that her life was important.

Yulian rushed to the crown prince, bowed to her and said, "Your Royal Highness the crown prince, the emperor of your country died, not all the concubines who have no heirs have to be buried with their lives?" ”

Xuanyuan Xuanling glanced at the woman in front of him expressionlessly, and then turned his head to look at the chief manager.

The chief steward immediately bowed down and replied: This is the Yulian princess who came to the Floating Jade Kingdom to make peace, and she has not yet married the emperor. ”

"Both the princess and the princess, of course, the concubine of the former emperor, were martyred together." He said in a cold voice without raising his head.

"As far as I know, in the fifty-fifth year of the Shengyuan of the Dahua Kingdom, my country's princess Chaolan also came to your country with her relatives, and after the death of the monarch, Princess Chaolan was taken back to the country by our envoys." Yulian continued.

The corners of Xuanyuan Xuanling's mouth rose, revealing a sneer, and said coldly: "You know a lot, but do you know what Princess Chaolan did to be allowed to return to China?" ”

"I know it. There is an ancient custom in your country that when the king dies, the concubine can not only be martyred, but also "cry on her face".

As soon as she said this, Xuanyuan Xuanling raised his head and looked at her carefully, and he realized that this little woman was not only sharp-toothed, but also very beautiful.

Her skin is like condensed fat, and on her small and delicate melon seed face, her eyebrows are like autumn water, and she is full of anticipation; The cherry lips under the straight and round small nose bridge are tightly pursed, and it seems to be very stubborn.

"How old are you, you actually know that "crying", Xuanyuan Xuanling's inquiring voice softened a lot.

"You just say that this is your court's custom, and you will follow the precedent?" Yulian didn't answer his question, but asked him a question.

He paused for a moment and said in a cold voice, "I will follow the precedent of my ancestors." ”

Before he finished speaking, Yulian immediately shook off her sleeves and held a small dagger in her hand, she didn't hesitate, she grabbed the dagger and slashed her right cheek.

"Ahh

In the frightened screams of everyone, Xuanyuan Xuanling subconsciously wanted to snatch her knife with her hand, but she still held back.

It turns out that this "weeping on the face" is to cut one's face with a knife to express grief and determination, to show that the heart has been buried, so that his life can be saved.

Xuanyuan Xuanling watched the blood slide down from Yulian's jade-like skin, gritted his teeth vigorously, and thought to himself what kind of motivation made this woman so brave, and Hao did not hesitate to scratch her face, and it was such a peerless face.

In the blink of an eye, Yulian raised her wrist again and slashed her left cheek with the dagger.

Xuanyuan Xuanling did not hesitate this time, stretched out his hand, and easily snatched her dagger.

His move stunned everyone present.

He has always been cold and ruthless, iron-faced and selfless, and the country is strong, and the order inside and outside the palace is calm, all of which rely on his iron-blooded methods.

And how could I be moved by compassion for a little woman today!

"You," Xuanyuan Xuanling looked at her firm eyes and hesitated for a moment, then continued: "Your face has been scratched, it can be regarded as a face, and your life can be saved." ”

Yulian seemed to see a trace of warmth under his cold eyes, and the pain seemed to be less.

"I would like to persuade them to do the same ritual of 'weeping in their faces' and ask the crown prince for permission. Yulian said suddenly, and reached out for the dagger.

Xuanyuan Xuanling suddenly laughed, but he thought she was innocent and funny, so he returned the dagger to her.

Because he knows those concubines: they usually treat the king with their beauty, and cherish their faces as life; Now that the king is dead, who can bear to draw his own face like a flower?

Except for her, it is so strange at such a young age.

Sure enough, when the group of concubines heard Yulian's words, only two or three of them stood up boldly and took the dagger tremblingly, but they hesitated and didn't dare to do it for a long time.

"Isn't this more terrible than being buried alive, don't you want to think that your relatives are still waiting for you?" Yulian exclaimed angrily.

When she said this, the lady with the dagger bit her teeth, raised it, and slashed it in her face, followed by four or five, and one of them, when she took it, screamed and threw it out.

The rest of the people were even more reluctant when they saw that their faces were white and bleeding, and because of fear, they looked hideous.

They thought to themselves, "It's better to be dead than to look like this." ”

Seeing that everyone didn't listen to her, Yulian turned around silently, as if she was sighing helplessly.

Xuanyuan Xuanling smiled coldly, as he expected. But seeing her lonely back, I suddenly felt a little unbearable.

"The auspicious time has come, all the ladies please go in and accompany the first king!" The Grand Steward screamed again.

The remaining dozen or so people were driven by the forbidden army to the gate of the imperial tomb.

They cried and cried, and clung to the stone gate with all their might, but they didn't go inside.

"Wait, I have a way." Yulian suddenly shouted at Xuanyuan Xuanling.

He frowned slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the forbidden soldiers stopped their repulsion.

Yulian picked up the dagger on the ground, calmly walked in front of Xuanyuan Xuanling, and said in a deep voice: "I'll replace them, one person and one knife, it's feasible." ”

As soon as she said this, everyone around gasped.

Xuanyuan Xuanling was even more shocked and clenched her teeth, her brows were deeply locked, as if she was asking her with her eyes: "Are you crazy?" ”

However, she, Nangong Yulian, no, is Tang Yulian, and she has not gone crazy.

As a civilized person in the twenty-first century, how could she watch dozens of women being buried alive!

But she really had no other power to change all this, so she had to fight hard.

Besides, I don't belong here anyway, so maybe I'll die and I can go back in time!

But if you can't die, with this knife wound on your face, what will happen in the future? Yulian also hesitated for a while.

But she turned her head and saw those crying girls, and she couldn't care so much for a while, so she stared at Xuanyuan Xuanling's eyes tightly, waiting for his reply.

Xuanyuan Xuanling wanted to refuse her directly, but the ghost made him nod.

He thought to himself, I don't believe you, a little woman, dare to cut ten knives in my face, I want to try you.

Xuanyuan Xuan is becoming more and more interested in her!

For the first time, she scratched herself to save her life, which is understandable; But this time, he wanted to cut ten knives on his face for the sake of irrelevant people, and he and everyone present never believed it.

So he nodded, but he immediately clenched his fists nervously after nodding, staring at Yulian in horror.

Yulian saw him nodding and thought: I'm afraid I won't see such a handsome man again in the future, so she smiled at her.

After laughing, she raised her dagger without hesitation and slashed it again on the left cheek.

"Ahh

The crowd screamed again.

And Xuanyuan Xuanling was still immersed in her smile, and when he saw her raise her hand, he grabbed her right wrist tightly in fright, afraid that she would stab her again.

He was also intimidated by his actions.

What's wrong with me, how can I be so merciful to a little woman, is it because of her peerless looks? Or is it because of her bravery! Or is it because of her calm swinging of the knife! Have it all!

In short, he didn't want her to scratch his face again, not at all!