I am your knight, and I am your knight for the fourth.

My archaeological team specializes in studying the secrets of the period of King Wu of the Yun Dynasty.

The state of Zhou was originally a feudal country with centralized monarchy, and the royal family reverted to the surname Shangguan, which was passed down to the time when the prince was about to ascend the throne, and there was a coup d'état in the palace - that day was also the day when the princess got married, and the princess admired King Wu, who was still a son at the time, for many years, and finally got married under the auspices of the king, but was hated by the previous husband, and killed the princess on the wedding night. King Wu did not mess in the face of danger, turned the tide, and joined forces with the Yuwen family to stabilize the situation in the Zhou Kingdom. Unlike the previous marriage that was arranged to the end, King Wu and Yuwen were completely like-minded, and soon after King Wu ascended the throne, he was crowned as the queen of Yuwen, and the two stood side by side and served as a court affair together, becoming a good story to be handed down. However, sixty years after the inheritance of the Yun throne, when the first assistant Shang Fushui forced the palace, the king sued for peace, and voluntarily gave up the ruling power of the Yun royal family for generations, only to retain his throne, and Shang Shoufu agreed. And the first thing he did after taking power in the Zhou State was not to consolidate power and formulate new laws, but to give his surname: Shangguan. From then on, the state of Zhou became a constitutional monarchy, and the Shangguan clan once again became the true king of the state of Zhou. This is recorded in the history books, but there are many doubts that are not explained, and my captain Hoka is very interested in it.

The same is true of my captain's younger brother Hoth, whose team has recently been digging up the tomb of Princess Shang, the eldest daughter of King Wu. When the two teams communicated, he said one thing: when the tomb door was opened, some team members claimed that the tomb door showed the handwriting "the person who enters is dead", and the handwriting quickly disappeared before everyone could see it. Agreeing with the words of thinking was not uncommon in royal tombs, and at that time it was just a joke.

One day, a week later, Hult arrived at our team's base in a hurry, and he said that his team members had died one after another, as if they had been poisoned, and the hospital could not find out the cause, and the whole team was left with him and three members. We remembered the words on the tomb door, and began to suspect that the curse had an effect, after all, the ancient tomb is so strange that this is not something that our known science can answer. Hult was completely panicked. "Brother, you must save us!"

The base where our team is located is circular and divided into three floors, the innermost layer is all kinds of antiquities and valuable instruments, the middle layer is the work area, and the outermost layer is the rest area. Hoka led the entire team to soak in the work area, rummaging through the historical materials and ancient books of the Wuwang period, and I first suggested the possibility that Hot had fallen for the poison developed by the Yun royal family for generations. The royal heirloom poison would change some of the recipes every time the king went through, and the antidote to each poison was only available to the current king, and when the king died, the prescription of the poison would be brought into the coffin, and the prescription of the antidote would be put into the queen's coffin. And the poison of King Wu's generation was named by King Wu himself: never get tired. According to historical records, King Wu loved Princess Shang very much, but unfortunately Princess Shang went before him, King Wu was extremely sad, and he was very likely to use the non-disgusting drug developed by himself to keep the peace of his daughter after death.

We accelerated the excavation of the tomb of King Wu, and every night for one day, Hult and several members of the team were in danger for one day.

The busyness of the past few days has made me more and more haggard, and I am a little bored when I look at myself in the mirror. I actually don't like archaeology, I don't know where to draw when I applied for the volunteer, I suddenly felt that archaeology was good, and after the admission results, I just got into archaeology. As a child, I would have the same dream: a beautiful beginning and an eerie end. In the dream, it was a girl in ancient costume, she sat by the river and was unhappy, the river reflected her appearance, the classical distant mountain daisies, phoenix eyes, cherry lips, soft face, but the temperament was more heroic than her daughter. The appearance of being unhappy is also beautiful. I went to comfort her, but I didn't dare to look her face in the face, we talked well, and inadvertently turned our heads, only to see that she had become an iceman, and her beautiful face was covered with frost, and she was no longer alive. I've seen this scene many times, and every time I still wake up. When I woke up, I couldn't remember her face or what I said to her. She spent countless lonely nights with me, and I went from fear at first, to dependence. After studying archaeology, these dreams became more and more frequent.

After a quick wash of his face, after changing shifts with his teammates, he went to bed. This time, I dreamed of that girl again.

"Green Frost ······" Her voice was cold, like it came through the ice and snow.

Who is Qingshuang? My name is Wushuang. I wanted to ask her, but I couldn't.

"How's Zi Shan doing?"

Which one? As far as I know, only the character of Yun Shizu Wu King is Ziji.

"Lang Jun planned day and night for the personal welcome."

No, I'm lying, I obviously saw that the Lang Jun in my mouth handed over all the affairs of the wedding to his subordinates, and he went to see the head of the Yuwen family. Why do I have such memories? Why lie?

"Okay." She answered, not knowing what she was saying.

I kept repeating the conversation she had with me in my head, and this time, I woke up without forgetting what she said or her face.

What did I think of, who else could call King Wu by words and ask him about his life?

Empress Wu's bones are intact, and yesterday, when I passed by the restoration team, I saw that they were restoring her appearance, and today should have a result. I ran to the restoration team and snatched the restored portrait that the team members were studying, this face, this eyebrow and eyes—it was not her, it was not the girl in my dream, even though the woman in this portrait was nearly sixty years old, and I could accurately distinguish the age of the girl in my dream.

At noon, news came from Hoka's side: Empress Wu's coffin had been opened, and there were gold and jade and silk silk in it, but there was no prescription······ Hawka searched again and again with trembling hands, I understood his pain, and I was anxious to save my brother and afraid of destroying the relics. In the end, we pinned our hopes on the unopened coffin of King Wu, and after the coffin was opened, we only found a prescription that we never tired of.

"There is no cure······ Could it be that King Wu didn't develop an antidote at all? "Some people questioned it.

"Impossible, the ancestor of the Yun royal family: If there is no solution, there is no need to use it, this was set by King Wu himself when he ascended the throne." I don't think King Wu will beat himself in the mouth.

After Wu, what really happened? According to historical legend, the Empress Wu made an indelible contribution to the throne of King Wu, and was virtuous and virtuous, tactfully admonished, rewarded and loyal, although King Wu had many lovers later, but never neglected Empress Wu. King Wu died for two years, and the Empress Wu followed, and the two were in love to the end. The rules for the antidote to the queen's funeral were also set by King Wu, did he really not abide by the rules he had set? Where is the antidote? What went wrong?

I can't think of it.

The marriage of the queen and the king of Wu, who else? Mourning the princess? No wonder I only think of her now, after all, the mourning princess has almost no sense of existence under the glory of Empress Wu Liang Zuoxian, a princess who did not ascend the throne, died on the night of marriage, and did not leave a portrait, and the nicknames are all "mourning". But if there hadn't been that coup d'état, Wu's wife would indeed have been a princess.

"I said that the antidote was in the queen's coffin, but I didn't say which queen it was." Yu Wenxun, a young team member, said.

"King Wu has only one queen, and the mourning prince and the princess are just crowned the princess." I was somewhat surprised at the barrenness of his knowledge of history.

"The canonized queen is the Yuwen family, but the queen in my heart may not be it."

"You've seen too much romance in your kid." Hoka couldn't listen anymore.

If the martial queen who helped King Wu win the throne can't become the person in his heart, what kind of woman can enter his eyes?

"Of course you mothers are single, of course you don't understand."

As soon as Yu Wenxun's words landed, his person was stared at by death by a room of people.

I think his words are ridiculous, but the more I think about it, the more reasonable it becomes, after all, King Wu personally wrote down the antidote and buried it in the queen's coffin.

This night, I couldn't wait to see the girl, and when I could finally remember her face and voice, I wanted to ask her: Who are you?

This time, the people who didn't see her heard her voice first, and she was begging for help: "Qingshuang, save me." ”

Her voice was weak, was it hurt somewhere? However, what I care about most is: who is Qingshuang? I'm Frost. Uh, I'm called Frost, right? I wanted to blame her for not remembering my name, and I remembered that I never seemed to get a chance to tell her my name.

A powerful force sucked me into an enclosed space, and in front of me was a stone corridor, and I was walking briskly inside, and the further I went, the cooler it became.

"Green Frost ······"

It's her, where is she?

I lost count of the number of stairs I had taken, but when the surface of my clothes began to frost, the stone corridor finally came to an end. The space suddenly opened up, it should be an underground palace, but the furnishings looked like a bedroom - a carved wooden bed was in the center, and the bed tent was hidden, and a figure could be seen lying on the back on the bed.

"Green Frost."

"Wan'er!"

Wan'er? Is it her name? When did I find out?

No, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that I'm going to her, I'm going to see her! The moment my hand touched the tent, a sharp pain came from the back of my heart, and a sword pierced through the crack in my bone and into my heart.

"Wan'er, you can call it too?"

Who is it?

Without looking back, I lifted the corner of the bed with the last of my strength and saw the ice bed.

"I'm sorry ······"

I couldn't save her, and I didn't have a chance to save her.

I woke up suddenly, and I realized that the girl's name was Yun'er, which should be the small character or nickname, and she was frozen in a dungeon, waiting for me to save her. So······ Why do I think I'm a gel? I am sure that from the time I was born, until I became an adult, the name on the ID card has always been frost-free.

Hott has been admitted to the hospital for observation, fortunately there are no signs of poisoning, and we hope that the deaths of the other team members are just a coincidence, but the search for the truth has not slowed down. Yunjiazhuang has many descendants of the royal guards and chamberlains. We decided to go there and find some information.

When we arrived in Yunjiazhuang, we visited many homes, but unfortunately the period of King Wu was very old, and the people in the center never talked about the secrets of the royal family, so we gained very little from this day. Just as we decided to visit the last one, a middle-aged man walked up.

"You're studying history?"

"Yes, we are part of the country's archaeological team." Hoka returns.

"Then, do you accept ancient paintings?"

"What period?"

"Three hundred years ago, my ancestor was a guard of the palace, and this was a ship from his hands, can you come and see?"

"More than 300 years." Hoka and I looked at each other.

"Isn't it, it's not easy to preserve it until now, and there is no lack of any corners and corners. Let's take a look. ”

The middle-aged man took us to his house, a courtyard with two entrances and two exits, and according to the furnishings, life should be relatively poor.

"If it weren't for my daughter-in-law's illness, I wouldn't be able to buy it, and I don't know if my father would blame me if he knew it underground." The man's eyes turned red as he spoke.

Hoka comforted: "Big brother, who doesn't have a problem? Your father won't blame you, okay, let's show us the painting first, and if it's really good, we'll ask to compensate you some more. ”

"Okay, good, you come with me, the thing is definitely a good thing, if the ancestor handed it down, this is the handwriting of King Wu himself. I've been watching the treasure show for a few years, and I've seen countless ancient paintings, but there's nothing similar to this one for me. ”

I think this painting is a bit blown, ancient paintings, flowers, birds, landscapes, and people are nothing more than those layouts. As for King Wu's own handwriting, I remember that King Wu was not good at drawing.

The man led us into the back room, and as we passed by the door of a room, I faintly heard moaning inside. The man told us to sit and wait, and he himself entered a room, still looking a little wary. After a while, he moved out a constant temperature and humidity cultural relics display cabinet, this man is poor, but he is willing to put such a big capital for the ancient painting, it seems that the painting is indeed extraordinary.

The man put on his gloves and told us to put them on, then he put a lining paper on the table and took out a wooden box. Opening the wooden box, a portrait of a Gongbi figure is presented in front of us.

Wow!

The first thing I saw was the character's face, it was Yun'er, it was her! The classical Yuanshan Dai, phoenix eyes, and cherry lips have a soft face, but their temperament is more heroic than that of their daughter.

"It's true that the painting was 300 years ago, but unfortunately there is no title, no time." Hoka began to analyze the painting.

"The woman is dressed in the princess's court dress, her face is dignified, there is only one princess three hundred years ago, Shangguan Wan, this is a portrait of the princess of mourning!"

"Yes, where can there be a fake from the ancestors?"

"But how can you not write anything about the portrait of the lady?"

Yes, the portraits of the members of the royal family will be written with the title of the character and the time of painting, but there is only one poem on this painting: The birds fly high, and the lonely clouds go alone. I don't get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.

"In the poem, the meaning is in the poem. Jingting, this is the name of the princess. ”

Jingting? Historical records: The princess of mourning is surnamed Shangguan and her name is Anhui. She was not recorded, but a painting was written.

"I don't get tired of looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain. If that's the case······ Not disgusted with drugs, Shangguan Jingting, it's her! Yu Wenxun said that it was good, and the queen in King Wu's heart was someone else. The reason why King Wu named the heirloom poison 'never tired' was because he knew that dissatisfaction was the biggest pain in his heart, and over time, it became his poison. "I spoke my mind, and the mystery of the antidote to the poison was solved.

"What did you say?"

"The tireless antidote must be in the tomb of the mourning princess!"

"But······ The location of her mausoleum has always been a mystery. ”

A new problem arises again.

"Look, we'll find it."

"You ······ What do you mean? The man looked at us awkwardly.

"Brother, don't worry, we have accepted this painting, we will go back and report to our superiors, and we will also fight for some more compensation for you. You must keep it safe, don't show it to anyone else, you can't sell it to anyone except the people from the National Museum, they will call you before you come, and you remember to check their documents. Hoka instructed.

I took a picture of the painting, took notes, and prepared to go back to base with Holt.

Before going out, Hult did not forget to instruct again: "You must keep it." ”

"Don't worry, I understand!" The man waved at us.

His worries are not unreasonable, after all, Ma Ta Feiyan was destroyed by the owner on the way to collect the museum, and our archaeological team sighed for several days when they heard the news.

After two months, the painting was finally received by the National Museum for a compensation of 4 million and exhibited under the name "Portrait of the Princess". It is the only portrait of the princess but it is not nominated, and it is said that it is written by King Wu himself but there is no evidence, and it is difficult to define the value of this painting. That's for later.

Back at the base office, we began to analyze where the tomb of the mourning princess might be located. News came from the hospital that Hult and several of the team members were starting to react to poisoning, and we couldn't afford to waste a second. I kept thinking about my dream, that dungeon must be her tomb, and she wanted me to find her.

"To be able to build an underground palace must be a place with a stable geological structure, and King Wu has been thinking about her for many years, and it must be a place where he often goes and will not be discovered. Captain, do you know this kind of place? ”

"Lonely Palace."

······

The approval for the excavation did not come down, and Hoka insisted on excavating first, and promised that he would bear all the consequences. We brought six trusted people to the ruins of the Duxian Palace, looked at the ruins in front of him, and sighed: "When King Wu built the palace, someone said: The word Duxian is a little cold, and King Wu resolutely does not change. 'Lonely clouds go to idle', there is such a meaning in it. ”

The palace has been abandoned for many years, and many facilities have become very fragile. We found soil in the shallow strata of one of the dormitories in the palace that was different from the others, and roughly concluded that this was the entrance to the underground palace. Hoka was nothing, and I and the other six team members were terrified, for fear that the Administrator would come to us in trouble. Fortunately, the management and Hoka are old acquaintances, so they said hello and left.

When I opened the floor tiles in the bedroom, I wondered: Is this the bedroom of King Wu? What kind of mood did he have in order to hide her here? What excuse would he use to break up his servants and enter the dungeon?

The stone bricks slowly opened, revealing a stone corridor that I recognized as the one in my dream. When I entered the corridor, there were two forks in the road, but in my dream, I followed one path. Both forks in the road lead to the dark underground, and we looked at each other and didn't know which one to take, and Hoka spoke: "One wrong step, one wrong step, the Martial King faced two choices back then. Let's take the one on the right. ”

As I entered the stone corridor, I felt my consciousness begin to drift out of my body, dizzy. After walking about a hundred meters, two more forks in the road appeared, and I went straight to the one on the right.

"No frost, don't go so fast, maybe there will be a mechanism." A man's voice came from behind me.

"No frost, no frost." Seeing that I was ignoring him, he yelled twice, and then put his hand on my shoulder.

"You recognize the wrong person, my name is Yinshuang." I turned to him and replied. Who is this man, it's really annoying.

The man looked at me in surprise, and I didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore and quickened my pace. Walking to the end of the stone corridor, my exhaled breath turned white, and my eyebrows were frosted. The gate of the underground palace is in front of my eyes, and there is a plaque that reads: Jingting Palace has three big characters, the penmanship is profound, and the edge is introverted, which is right here. I turned the relief picture on the stone door upside down, a picture of a beautiful woman lying on the side appeared, the stone door slowly opened, and the white barrier poured out from the door, but the figure that appeared in the back door was a little clearer.

"You're a frost guard, not a frost guard."

The man in front of him is as heroic as the portrait, adding a bit of vicissitudes. "Who are you?"

"I am ······" I suddenly didn't know how to answer, green, condensation, groaning, nothing, what kind of frost am I called?

"Green frost, gelding cream, groaning frost, no frost. I have lost her, regretted thirty years of life, and repented of three hundred years of lunar years. You have lost her, and you have pursued her for four lifetimes. It seems that a momentary mistake must be repaid twice. As he spoke, he laughed.

"You killed her!" Such a picture appeared in my mind: King Wu in a red wedding dress used a dagger to cut the neck of Wan'er in a green wedding dress, and black lines instantly covered half of her neck along the blood vessels. I yelled and threw myself at her, only to touch her feeble body.

I asked him angrily, "Are you happy to be alone in the underground palace for 300 years?"

"You know what? Far away, the difference between life and death, yin and yang are separated. The heart is the same, the same dream in a different place, and the end of the world is the same moon. He seemed to be satisfied, and turned to look at Wan'er. We have been together for 300 years, but I feel that it has only been three days, and the 30 years I have been on the throne have been tormented like 300 years. ”

"You don't have to be so pitiful about yourself, you're not unhappy when you become king, you just regret that you don't have both. When you have the right, you will remember the feelings of being disappointed. ”

"Every heir to the throne after me, all men, fell in love with the daughter of the Shangguan family. Shangguan has become the poison of our Yun family for generations. He didn't pay attention to me, just looked at her.

"Three hundred years have passed, no matter how deep the affection and hatred are, they should be dispersed. You have been without soul for three hundred years, and she has suffered from ice for three hundred years. Let's let it go, instead of lingering in regret in this life, it is better to hope for the next life, and the reincarnation may be able to continue the previous edge. ”

"I'm guarding her every day, what about you, with the memory of the first life, I have found the fourth life, in comparison, I am also lucky."

He walked back to the steps beside the ice bed, his body slowly dissipating. "Actually, you are wrong about one thing, whether it is before or after the competition, I have never forgotten the relationship with her."

Everyone in the world said: Emperor Wu Yingwu I. The Emperor Wu in front of him held the cheeks of the princess with his hands across the ice, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and offered a kiss. "After becoming a soul body, I remembered many things from my previous life, and there was only three lives between the two of them at most, and I and you, there was no afterlife......

After the disappearance of Emperor Wu, the obstacle dissipated. I was able to enter the Jingting Underground Palace and see it in its entirety. There is a tent covering the sky in this Jingting Palace, and there is a ground array under it, symbolizing that the heavens and the earth are deceived and deceived from the earth, out of reincarnation, not subject to the control of heavenly officials and yin differences, the ice bed protects the corpse, and the soul is locked in the red chain, so that the soul is not dispersed, gathered in one place, year after year, year after year, year after year.

"Wan'er, I'm late." I slashed the chain on the ice bed, and Hoka led the men to overturn the stone door from the outside, and Wan'er's body began to melt rapidly when it came into contact with the air outside, and the outline became blurred. A puff of white smoke swirled up from her body, dispersed into three puffs with a humming sound, and swayed away from the stone door. After the ice bed melted, the entire underground palace began to tremble, the copper bells in the room rang in unison, the walls and the ground separated, and the underground palace sank.

"Get the antidote!" Hoka shouted.

I reached for the wooden box next to the hospital bed, and there was only one thing near the ice bed, the size of a palm, which was the prescription. The ground was completely disconnected from the stone corridor, and I stepped on the gravel and jumped up the steps of the stone corridor, and ran out of the dungeon with everyone, but in the blink of an eye, the dungeon collapsed.

The prescription was true, and Hult and his team were cured within a few days of using it.

Another thing, Yu Wenxun's grandfather passed away, and after the funeral leave, he brought us a story that his grandfather told him on his deathbed, which takes us to a night in the palace three hundred years ago.

This was the only quarrel between King Wu and Queen Wu.

"Are you trying to cut the military power of my Yuwen family because you want to start the country and kill heroes?"

"Why do you need me to say more about Yuwen's thoughts?"

"Didn't you also take the seat of the Shangguan family!"

"I inherited from Shangguan, and the succession to the throne is also counted as the inheritance of the official family, what is your Yuwen family?"

"What is this? Portrait of Shangguan Wan! Empress Wu saw the portrait in King Wu's hand and stretched out her arm to grab it, but was blocked back by King Wu.

"You've never forgotten her?" Empress Wu asked.

King Wu was silent.

Empress Wu was silent.

"I touched the poison on your dagger, do you hate me?" Empress Wu asked again.

King Wu shook his head.

"You don't love me either." Empress Wu's voice revealed a cry.

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