Luyuan turned out to be ...... in the hands of the Qiushan Kingdom.

Jing Yiren pointed to the words of the document and looked at it word by word.

There is a lot of content, from the country of Luyuan to the unification of the hill mountain and became the hill country.

Qiu Mubai, that man became a generation of emperors who went down in history.

is the only one who didn't write that the emperor's uncle Lu Ming died like this.

No one knows how he died?

It is clearly written in the information that the emperor's uncle died for 3 years before Qiu Shan came to attack, that is, the year when the prince of Xiaojin guarded the territory.

Thinking about Jing Yiren, I thought of the poem of the prince of Xiao Jin.

Please have a three-foot sword, and the head of the beacon city will drain the liver and gall.

Borrow the third year to return the country.

Thinking of the death of Prince Xiao Jin, Jing Yiren's heart ached again.

It is estimated that the emperor's uncle died in the same year as her.

Uncle Huang is so young and in good health, why did he die at that time? Could it be that something has happened in the palace?

Or is it the crown prince usurping the throne?

It seems impossible, they are already princes, and there is still a need to usurp the throne?

And the prince's brother is gentle and elegant, a person with great benevolence and great love, how could he not do such a thing.

Jing Yiren really couldn't figure it out, so he stood up with the documents.

She couldn't eat breakfast.

Leaving the table with the papers, I walked upstairs to the study.

Jing Yiren entered the study and put the documents on Lu Ming's desk.

Then turn around and exit the study.

Suddenly, it appeared in her head that the last time it rained heavily, she picked up a photo of Fu Mingjun.

Fu Mingjun told her that Lu Ming had been investigating the affairs of Luyuan Kingdom.

In this way, Lu Ming should have other information?

Thinking about it, Jingyi people paused.

Glancing back at the kraft paper on the desk, he hesitated for a few seconds and pursed his lips.

Then he turned around and resolutely walked to the desk and sat down.

Gently, carefully open Lu Ming's desk drawer.

Jingyi people know that it is not good to peep on other people's things, even if it is their husband's.

But she just wanted to know in her heart how did the imperial uncle die back then? Why did he die so young.

For the past, only the imperial uncle is the biggest stumbling block.

Although she hated that man and hated him for killing her, he was also the best person she ever had in her life.

The person she has the most in her life.

Jing Yiren took a light breath and pulled open the drawer.

Inside, there is a thick black leather notebook. and a folder of archives pressed under the notebook.

Jingyi took out the folder and notebook together.

Push up the drawer with your body

Set the notebook aside and flip through the folders.

The red folder opened, and what caught my eye was a few photos, neatly stacked together, and the information below.

Jing Yiren glanced at it roughly, and subconsciously picked up the first photo in front of him to take a look.

It is a photograph of a tablet, and the handwriting engraved on it has long been blurred.

I can't see what the words are at all, and the font on the photo is even more difficult to distinguish.

Jing Yiren took the photo and looked at it, reversing it back and forth.

On the reverse side of the photograph are a few lines of text.

It's a long way to go

Love into the heart, hate into the bones, life and death again.

Three thousand years, eternal life and eternal protection of .......

Jing Yiren looked at these lines, and his heart was slightly stunned, and he was slightly touched.

I didn't pay much attention to it, put down the photo, and took another one to look at.

It is a huge coffin carved with dragon patterns. There is nothing unusual about this photo.