The ghost stared at my face tightly and sighed: "Brother, don't communicate privately with Nalan, hurry up and let Nalan leave your body, otherwise it will not be good for both of you." ”

I silently recited the ancient words in my mouth, and Nalan Rongruo left me in an instant.

Ji Yue pursed her lips, "I also want to see Nalan, but it's a pity that ......" She swallowed back again after saying half of her words.

"Nalan, if you want to hold a wedding for you and Wan'er, you must find your bones, I want to know where Wan'er is buried."

"I buried Wan'er with my own hands, but it's a pity that she doesn't have a tombstone, it's just flat land, and there is not even a mound." After listening to Nalan Rongruo's words, my heart became even more melancholy, how to find her bones.

"Do you know her birth date? If we have her birth date and general location, we can find her too. ”

The ghost's words rekindled Nalan Rongruo's hope.

"Her background is a secret, and when she wanted to marry me, my father calculated her and my birth dates. I never opened the red paper of divination, and when I died, I asked my friend to put it in my coffin, hoping that it would continue in the next life. ”

People say that Nalan loves his wife, but I think he loves Shen Wan the most. We have no way of knowing how much of the historical record is true and how much is false.

"Nalan, won't you let us rob your tomb! You're so famous, I'm afraid you'll ......."

"It's not me in my tomb, I asked my friend to bury my coffin on the mountain, because I want to watch over Wan'er."

"Nalan, I don't understand, since you asked your friend to do this for you, why didn't you let him bury the two of you together?"

"Because the emperor doesn't allow me to be with the Han woman, this is already his bottom line."

I didn't expect Nalan Rongruo to have such a good relationship with Kangxi!

Let's have a good night's rest, everyone replenishes their spirits, and continues to help Nalan Rongruo fulfill his wish.

The ghost is simply crazy, she actually wants the family of the groom and bride, to be the family of Nalan Rongruo and Shen Wan, to hold a wedding, is this a bit too reluctant? However, Xu Jialin promised to help her convince them.

The ghost drew several symbols on the back of the yellow paper with Nalan Rongruo's birthday written on it. The yellow paper of his birthday is then burned, and the ashes are poured into the rabbit's mouth. Then a red rope was tied to the rabbit, and a bell was tied to one end of the red rope.

The ghost spirit let go of his hand, turned his head and yelled at the surprised few people behind him: "Don't hurry up and keep up, find Nalan's bones, we still have to find Shen Wan." ”

Hearing her urging, a few of us followed, and the scene was also ridiculous, and several people chased a rabbit up the hill.

By the time I reached the top of the mountain, I was sweating profusely and my T-shirt was already soaking wet.

"It's good that Nalan isn't here, otherwise I'll be tired to death."

"Nalan is not afraid of being tired, you think they are all like you, so lacking in exercise."

Didn't Nalan Rongruo get on me? As for the jealous bombardment at me?

Standing on the top of the mountain, I feel that my vision is extremely broad, and my mood is also relaxed, standing here overlooking the earth, the scenery in front of me is so small. I couldn't help but look up at the sky, was what the letter said true? I will live two hundred years from now.

The ghost nudged me gently, "Brother, don't come over to help yet, what's the fuss." ”

I saw that the rabbit had stopped in one place, jumping around the pile of rocks, round and round.

"That's it, brother, An Chen, I don't need to say the rest, you know it."

After the ghost finished speaking, he and Ji Yue found an open space to sit down and rest.

An Chen and I shook our heads, just do it, it's not that we haven't done it before, not to mention that the digging is still an acquaintance, we have slowed down a lot, for fear that one of us will accidentally dismember Nalan Rongruo.

"Hurry up, you two, there's a coffin here."

Hearing her words, I breathed a sigh of relief and quickened the movement of my hands.

The two Buddhas, Ghost Spirit and Ji Yue, feel that An Chen and I are coolies, and they are fiddling with their mobile phones there, and they feel angry when they think about it.

"Oh my God! The supernatural writer you mentioned is too godly! He actually knew that we were digging up Nalan's bones, and even wrote a poem for Nalan. ”

As soon as I heard it, I was immediately interested, after all, my blank memories are all filled by supernatural novels, and I am also very curious about that author. Although we met in a hurry last time, I know that this matter is not as simple as she said.

"What poem? Read it aloud and listen to it. I asked, but my hand didn't stop.

"Hurry up and listen to it." An Chen also became curious, and the ghost even came to Ji Yue's mobile phone.

"This poem is called "Contemplation of the Heart", and the author wrote it like this, 'Throughout the Lanshan Mountain, there is no shadow, and the ten thousand caves are full of evil. Shigu is confused and unsuspected, and there are two worlds on the mountain and under the mountain. What did she mean by what she wrote? Ji Yue pursed her lips after reading it, looking puzzled.

It was at this time that An Chen and I finally dug up the coffin.

The ghost took out the prepared red cloth and spread it on the ground, and An Chen and I took a lot of effort to open the coffin. I saw that the brocade quilt inside the coffin, the pattern embroidered on it, if I remember correctly, such a pattern can only be used by people from the royal family, and it is estimated that many people are not qualified to use it.

Sure enough, the emperor's friendship with Nalan Rongruo is very deep.

We didn't see Nalan Rongruo's so-called red paper, but we saw the poem "Guanxin" on the inside of the coffin lid, and the number of 2020 was actually written in modern words. What does this mean exactly? What's hidden behind the numbers?

"Nalan said, the red paper is in his coffin, should we lift the brocade quilt?" Ji Yue whispered.

I carefully observed the poems tested in the coffin lid, and there were two rows of small characters that attracted my attention: Xin Chou Nian, Ji Mao Yue, Bingwu Day, Yin Shi.

"Could this little character be Shen Wan's birthday eight characters?" I stroked the marks on the coffin, how to look at this trace, how it didn't feel like a hundred years of traces, more like it had just been carved not long ago.

An idea popped into my head that this poem, along with the modern number of 2020, had been engraved one step ahead of us.

"This birthday is different from Nalan's birthday, it can't really be Shen Wan's!" The ghost frowned, and shook his head randomly.

"Nalan didn't say that the eight characters of the birthday were on the red paper and had never been opened." Hearing Ji Yue's words, several of us shot our eyes at the brocade quilt in unison, to be exact, the brocade quilt is what we want to know.

"After such a long time, the red paper can still be preserved intact, will you think too much." An Chen poured a basin of cold water down.

"No matter what, we still need Nalan's bones, what kind of mentality do you have, don't want to help." Ji Yue unhappily pushed An Chen's hand holding the brocade quilt.

The ghost ignored the two of them arguing, and slowly lifted the corner of the brocade quilt, and the tears of the people choked by the smell of rot were about to fall.