Gao Lishi stood up tremblingly, and he could only speculate a little about Wu Yun's inquiry.

"Everyone's illness is due to the longing and guilt of the concubine, the old slave originally wanted to invite Mr. Zong Yuan to come over and summon the soul of the concubine like Dongfang Shuo summoned the soul of Li Meiren, so that everyone can talk to the concubine and maybe they can untie everyone's knots, but you see that everyone is completely unconscious now."

After Gao Lishi finished speaking, he began to cry, and Wu Yun shook his head slightly after listening to Gao Lishi's words.

"It's actually not difficult to make the Emperor Taishang sober, it's just that the so-called soul conjuring is just nonsense, especially to recruit Yang Guifei's soul."

Gao Lishi looked at Wu Yun with some doubts on his face when he heard this, and Wu Yun had no need to hide it from Gao Lishi at this juncture.

"The so-called Dongfang Shuo summoned the soul of Li Meiren, this is just a bluffing trick played by the warlocks of the rivers and lakes, in fact, Dongfang Shuo found someone to understand Li Meiren's body preferences and voice characteristics in advance, and then used paper figures to make silhouettes to coax Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the cause of the Emperor Taishang is not as simple as Ah Weng thinks, there is a resentment in the lower view of the Emperor Taishang, and this resentment is indeed related to the death of Yang Guifei, if Yang Guifei's soul has been sleeping underground, Wu Yun can still drive away this resentment, but now it is ......"

Wu Yun said this, and Gao Lishi seemed to understand something.

"Then everyone is really ......"

Gao Lishi sat in front of Xuanzong's couch with his head a little dejected, Wu Yun looked at Gao Lishi who was sad and sad, and didn't know how to comfort him, only said that maybe you go to the Furong Villa, maybe the emperor's illness can be cured without medicine.

After Wu Yun left, Xuanzong slowly opened his eyes, and Gao Lishi helped Xuanzong sit up, and Xuanzong's eyes were full of frightened looks.

"Everyone, do you have something to keep secreting from the old slave, you know that the old slave is loyal to you. What happened that night, you can't tell the old slave the truth. ”

Xuanzong curled up and looked at the oil lamp beside him, and painful memories came back to his mind again.

"It was on the night of the seventh day after Yuhuan's suicide, and I made a sacrifice for her under a poplar tree......"

Ma Weiyi mutiny, Yang Yuhuan felt ashamed of Xuanzong, ashamed of the people of the Tang Dynasty, so cut off a strand of hair and handed it to Xuanzong, and then was willing to die to calm the anger of the public, although Xuanzong was reluctant, but under the coercion of Gaolishi and the soldiers, he finally fled from Ma Weiyi in a hurry, after Yang Yuhuan died, the body was discarded on a collapsed thousand-year-old stone tablet near Ma Weiyi, it was night, wind and rain, lightning and thunder, Yang Yuhuan's body was hit by lightning several times, and finally, Yang Yuhuan slowly got up from the stele.

On the seventh day after Yang Yuhuan's death, Xuanzong wanted to pay tribute to Yang Yuhuan to comfort her spirit in the sky, but he didn't want the memorial ceremony to be completed, so he rolled up a gust of wind, blowing Xuanzong and his close ministers couldn't open their eyes, and Xuanzong seemed to see Yang Yuhuan's figure from this gust of wind, but at this time Yang Yuhuan was no longer the beautiful and gentle appearance she was at the beginning, she had become more and more hideous and terrifying, when the wind swept away, all the ministers around Xuanzong were dead and terrifying, as if they had been cut by a knife.

Xuanzong looked at the woman in front of him who loved and loved the most pity, hurt and ashamed in this life, how much he wanted to call her name again, caress her hair, and kiss her red lips, but all this has become a luxury, because between them is not only yin and yang and people and ghosts, but also hatred and resentment.