Xu Yuqin saw that his expression was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, what's wrong, but it hurts so much?" ”

He knew that a man like Wen Ziran, who looked polite, had the most thin skin and tender flesh and couldn't stand a little pain, so naturally he couldn't compare with them who were crawling and rolling on the battlefield.

Wen Ziran put the kettle in his hand, ignored Xu Yuqin's appearance as a cub protector, pulled away the burden he had just picked up, and picked up a rosewood comb placed inside in a daze.

The comb looks a little old, although it is just ordinary rosewood, but it is carved with plum blossoms competing to bloom, and a bunch of purple tassels hanging, adding a bit of delicacy to this ordinary comb. Wen Ziran's fingers rubbed carefully on the pattern on the top, and his calm mind suddenly became excited again, he suddenly remembered something, turned the comb over, and sure enough, he saw the word "bright moon" with traces of the moon on it.

"Hey, isn't it just a comb, there's something so strange about it, and it makes you so surprised." Xu Yuqin leaned over and took a look, and said disapprerovingly.

Isn't it just a comb, I haven't seen anything else, but I've seen a lot of this, although it's rosewood, it's a few dollars more expensive, but it's not a rare thing.

"You don't understand, you don't understand, this thing is precious" Wen Ziran held the rosewood comb in both hands and trembled slightly, and suddenly cried and laughed again without warning.

This comb is unique in this world, it was originally the thing in Mu Mingshu's makeup box, and for some reason it became an ornament on Zhao Yiheng's waist, and he remembered that Zhao Yiheng took it around the market for a long time.

This comb is only afraid that Zhao Yiheng and Mu Mingshu are in love, and it has been maintained very well for so many years, but when Mu Mingshu was buried, he saw Zhao Yiheng put it in the coffin and stuffed it into Mu Mingshu's hand, buried her, and accompanied her into the imperial mausoleum.

How could such a thing appear in Xiliang, or in the hands of a person who looked exactly like Mu Mingshu?

Wen Ziran had a lot of doubts in his heart, thinking that the person was Mu Mingshu, otherwise he would not have this rosewood comb on his body; But if that person was really Mu Mingshu, why didn't she die? How did you get out of the Imperial Tomb? How did you get to Xiliang? And why doesn't she recognize herself?

Such a question pressed Wen Ziran's heart and made him breathless, but he was nervous, excited and scared in his heart, pacing back and forth in the camp tent repeatedly, thinking about it in his heart, but he was afraid that he would have to go to the imperial tomb to take a look to know what was going on.

"Lao Xu, hurry, quickly bring me a pen and paper, I want to write a letter to the emperor, you send someone to send eight hundred miles to the palace urgently."

Wen Ziran was reluctant to put down the comb with it, and bluntly asked a general like Xu Yuqin to take something for him, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

"Huh? What kind of letter are you writing, you have to rush 800 miles, Lao Tzu is not winning the battle, what if you are ginseng? ”

Xu Yuqin didn't know what to do, but the eight-hundred-mile rush was basically used to deliver war reports, and he was a rough man who was fighting outside the country, and he couldn't do those sharp-tongued Wenchen, so he really didn't dare to use it casually.

Wen Ziran knew what he was thinking, a person who was not born in a family, if it wasn't for Zhao Yiheng's attention, how could he sit in the position of a general and take over the Mu family's army.

It's just that Mu Mingshu is alive or dead, and he doesn't even know it himself, so it's not easy to pick it up and talk to him, so he said to Xu Yuqin with a straight face: "Don't worry, what I want to say to the emperor is more urgent than the war report, no one dares to participate in you, even if someone dares, the emperor will not sit idly by." After a pause, he added: "Besides, with me on top, something really won't affect you." ”

Xu Yuqin scratched his head, thinking about it for nothing, but remembering that he went to see the person who looked exactly like the former queen today, maybe it had something to do with it.

After thinking about it again, he finally nodded: "Yes." ”

Wen Ziran's letter was very brief, and he briefly described the matter, and after thinking about it, he put the rosewood comb into the envelope, and quickly whipped eight hundred miles and sent it directly to Zhao Yiheng's imperial case.

The border city has been rushed for 800 miles every time, and this time, Zhao Yiheng also thought it was good news, and he was still strange in his heart, the good news of the ghost city was only a few days away, and he broke through a city so quickly?

But when he picked up the letter, which was sealed in red paint, he felt that something was wrong, it was heavy, and it didn't seem to be a fold in his hand.

Zhao Yiheng frowned, opened the letter and poured it on the case, but it was a rosewood comb, and the plum blossoms and bright moon on the comb stinged his eyes deeply, and the tears fell uncontrollably, dripping on the back of his hand and being hot and painful.

The chief eunuch Wan Fu saw that Zhao Yiheng's state was not right, and then looked at the objects on the imperial case, so that his heart was beating half a beat, and he hurriedly led people to retreat.

Zhao Yiheng trembled his hand and carefully picked up the rosewood comb, gently pasted it to his face, and cried like a child: "Mingshu, Mingshu"

Since Mu Mingshu went, how many times has he met her in his dreams, she is always the same as before, smiling at herself when she is happy, staring at her apricot eyes when she is angry, and a glance and smile always linger in his mind.

Those torturous days made him feel that there was no point in living, but if it weren't for the revenge of their mother and son and son, I am afraid that he would have followed him a long time ago.

"Ming Shu, Ming Shu" muttered more and more lonely in the empty hall, Zhao Yiheng put the rosewood comb to his lips, lightly printed a kiss, tears fell big and big, making people feel heartache.

It wasn't until Zhao Yiheng's phoenix eyes were red and swollen from crying that he seemed to suddenly remember something, opened the envelope again, and pulled out a thin piece of paper inside.

Wen Ziran's handwriting Zhao Yiheng could see it at a glance, he swept the letter from beginning to end, and froze, as if he was afraid of reading it wrong, and looked at it carefully, making sure that he was really not mistaken, and then the whole person sat on the throne, and let out a weird laugh after half a loud sound, but his eyes were still so confused that he couldn't see clearly.

The rosewood comb followed him for so many years, and he didn't put it in her hand until Mu Mingshu was buried, hoping that he could find her with this token in the next life. He could recognize the comb at a glance, but the things that should have been in the imperial tomb were left in the Xiliang Land, and they were still in the hands of a person who looked exactly like Mu Mingshu.

Zhao Yiheng's mind turned a thousand times, but he had a bold idea, could it be that Mu Mingshu didn't die at all, could it be that the person who looked like her was her?

This kind of thought fermented irrepressibly in his heart, and he couldn't even wait for a moment to see if there was anyone in the imperial tomb, and wanted to immediately confirm whether Mu Mingshu was really alive.

"Someone, someone"

Zhao Yiheng's hurried voice sounded in the hall, and Wan Fu bowed into the hall to listen to the instructions, but he was beating a drum in his heart, not knowing what was going on.

"Go and call Master Mo, and let him come to see me immediately, speed."

Now that it was dusk, seeing that it was about to be closed, Wanfu did not dare to delay for a moment, and hurried a little eunuch with fast legs to report the news.

Mo Shi was changing into his official uniform and preparing to leave the palace, when he heard that the little eunuch was coming to report that he would not change his clothes, and hurriedly ran to the imperial study.

Zhao Yiheng put his hands behind him, kept pacing back and forth, his heart was pounding, as if he was about to jump out of his throat, and when he saw Moshi, he grabbed his hand and walked out.

Mo Shi only thought that something big had made him so anxious, and while following his footsteps, he cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, but what happened?" You're in such a hurry. ”

Zhao Yiheng didn't plan to hide what he was going to do, even if he wanted to hide it, he was afraid that he couldn't hide it, so he simply said while walking: "I'm going to dig a grave." ”

"Huh?" Moshi was still taken aback, but remembered that Zhao Yiheng had also dug the grave of Jade and the eldest princess when he was not yet the emperor, so it would not be strange to think that he had done it again anyway, so he just said: "If the emperor has any orders, just tell the ministers, why bother to go this trip in person." “

Zhao Yiheng didn't speak, but took him directly to the imperial tomb.

Facing the tomb where the emperor and queen were buried, Moshi looked at Zhao Yiheng in disbelief, and asked uncertainly: "Your Majesty?" There is a queen buried here, have you gone to the wrong place? ”

Zhao Yiheng's eyes stared at the door of the tomb, pursed his lips and said nothing, he didn't go to the wrong place, what he wanted to dig was Mu Mingshu's grave, he wanted to see if there were Mu Mingshu's bones in this imperial tomb.

Fang Cai was so anxious that he couldn't wait to open the imperial tomb immediately to take a look, but this time it was over, Zhao Yiheng was a little cringe, and hesitated. He wanted to open the imperial tomb immediately to see if it was an empty coffin, but he was also afraid to open it and see Mu Mingshu's bones lying inside.

"Your Majesty?" Moshi looked at Zhao Yiheng's face was not good, but when he thought of the deceased Mu Mingshu again, he wanted to comfort him, but he heard him say: "Open the tomb." ”

The guards guarding the imperial mausoleum were all shocked when they heard this, didn't they say that this Emperor Zhaohua had a deep relationship with the former empress? But if the tomb is opened now, it must make the dead die uneasily, or did this former queen do something to be sorry for Emperor Zhaohua before her death, and she didn't even let go of the corpse when she found it?

"Open the grave." Zhao Yiheng took a deep breath and said again, no matter what, he must find an answer today.

Moshi wanted to persuade him, but he knew that Zhao Yiheng had always had his own reasons for doing everything, so he swallowed the words that came to his mouth, and stepped forward to talk to the guards guarding the imperial mausoleum.

After a while, the door of Longfeng and Ming's tomb was slowly opened, and a guard carried a torch through the secret passage to send Zhao Yiheng to Mu Mingshu's coffin.

The coffin room was neat, as if it was the same as when Mu Mingshu was buried in the same thousand years, and the coffin was also tightly covered, and there was no sign of being moved.

Zhao Yiheng glanced around, but his heart sank, there was no trace of passivity, so how did Mu Mingshu get out? At this time, he would rather have been passive everywhere, so he at least had some hope.

Moshi looked at Zhao Yiheng's reddened eyes, frowned and shouted, but saw his tears dripping down his face, and there was indescribable pain in his eyes.

"Open the coffin"