Feng Lanyu's pupils dilated, her phoenix eyes looked at him with wide eyes, and the whole person was stunned in place, and said to herself, "Seventy-seven...... How could it be ......"

"Yu'er?" Jing Lingyi stared at her with a strange expression, "What's wrong with you?" Don't you scare the king? ”

Feng Lanyu was a little flustered, pushed him away, and ran quickly to the top floor.

Seeing this, Jing Lingyi was startled, and the second monk became more and more confused, and hurriedly chased after him.

Three steps and two steps, hurriedly ran to the top pavilion, looked around the empty roof, Feng Lanyu was stunned in place, her heart pounding.

I hope I'm thinking too much......

"Yu'er? What's wrong with you, why are you so good-looking, all of a sudden? Jing Lingyi caught up with her and asked.

Hearing this, Feng Lanyu turned her head, looked at him, and said seriously: "Your Highness, do you know what the seventy-seven-story stone tower represents?" ”

Jing Lingyi looked at her, felt a trace of fear in her eyes, and couldn't help but lift her heart, shaking her head slightly, "What does it mean?" ”

"Tower of Death." Feng Lanyu said.

"What?" Jing Lingyi's pupils dilated and looked at her dumbfounded.

"The paper towers burned by ordinary people praying for blessings and memorials are all seventy-seven layers, seventy-seven, in the dumb Gezhuo tribe, representing the meaning of death sacrifice, which is unlucky." Feng Lanyu said.

Jing Lingyi looked at her blankly, completely incomprehensible, "Dumb Gezhuo tribe? ”

"There is a remote tribe on the border of Nanchen Kingdom, located at the intersection of Donglin Country and Nanchen Kingdom, called the Dumb Gezhuo Tribe, a hundred years ago, the clansmen have been living here, and then gradually declined, and submitted to the court of Nanchen Kingdom, a small number of clansmen migrated to the interior, and the people of Nanchen Kingdom mixed together to marry and have children, since then, there is no more Dumb Gezhuo tribe." Feng Lanyu said.

"This king has never heard such a folk tale, how did you know about the alien race a hundred years ago?" Jing Lingyi asked.

"It's not a folk tale, Master once inadvertently mentioned that my ancestor, the Holy Son of Medicine, was born to the people of Dumb Gezhuo and the people of Nanchen Kingdom." Feng Lanyu said.

Jing Lingyi looked at her dumbfounded, her nervous heart pounding, "Seventy-seven...... Seriously...... Is that really the case? ”

Feng Lanyu nodded, "The implication is unlucky." ”

"This ......" Jing Lingyi's heart was pounding, and he shook his head in confusion, "But the father and the emperor ...... Why did he build a seventy-seven-story stone tower for this king? ”

Seventy-seven floors, even if it is seventy-six or seventy-eight, why is it so coincidental......

Feng Lanyu shook her head and frowned: "I don't know, maybe in Nanchen Kingdom, there is no such meaning, maybe I just think too much, after all, the Dumb Gezhuo tribe has disappeared, and now there are only the people of Nanchen Kingdom, these customs and taboos, I am afraid that they have declined." ”

Jing Lingyi's heart seemed to jump out of his throat, and he questioned, "But, didn't you say just now that the people will burn seventy-seven layers ......of paper towers when they pay tribute and pray for blessings."

Feng Lanyu asked rhetorically: "However, this stone tower was built by His Majesty for His Highness, His Majesty is His Highness's father, Your Majesty loves His Highness so much, how can he frame His Highness?" ”

"This ...... This is also ......" Jing Lingyi covered her pounding heart, frowned, and said, "Maybe we think too much......"

Feng Lanyu looked around, her eyes suddenly fixed on the big round platform in the center of the pavilion, and she walked over slowly with a curious expression.

"What's that?" Feng Lanyu walked as she walked.

Seeing this, Jing Lingyi followed her over, frowned and said, "Inexplicable words, this king and Yun Yan can't understand it." ”