"Come, follow this line, pry open."

Wen Qingyu said, step back, you might as well fall down with the mud under your feet is slippery.

In the oblique thorn, a large palm was thin but powerful, and it was skillfully dragged at her elbow.

Wen Qingyu turned his head and crashed into a pair of warm eyes, Xiao Ruoli smiled and whispered: "Be careful." ”

"Thank you."

The sky was full of moons, holy and bright. Under the moon, a pair of men and women, one stand at a time, smiling at each other without saying a word, but silence is better than sound.

Such a picture is harmonious and quiet, so that the person watching it inexplicably flows from the bottom of his heart a touch of comfort.

Ping Wei pursed his lips and lowered his head to work seriously. He would never admit that the moment of shock just now hit his heart, making him surrender to these two people in an instant.

The crown of one of the largest trees in the sparse forest three zhang away shook slightly, like a night breeze, and no one cared.

Ping Wei also learned Wen Qingyu to circle around the coffin, stood at a point, and then found a chain to grab, put the sharp iron hook in the slit, ordered someone to hand over an iron hammer, and smashed it hard.

In an instant, the gap under the iron hook was widened to two fingers, and Ping Wei turned the iron hook up, and the sharp hook flicked left and right inside the coffin.

Hearing only a soft sound of "horn", Pingwei's eyes lit up and he immediately retreated.

"Boom" seemed to be a muffled thunder on the ground, and the lower half of the coffin of the black and bright golden silk nan wood popped out like a drawer.

The dazzling colors are crossed between the heaven and the earth, and the moment is like the grand scenery of Yao Pond, rich and fragrant.

"Green ...... Miss Aoba. Pingwei's always hard voice trembled slightly: "Come and see." ”

Wen Qingyu pushed Xiao Ruoli forward, but after a glance, he took a hard breath.

In this mysterious coffin, there are precious treasures that you can't think of.

The huge pearls are plump, the size of a finger's belly, and the size is even. Although it is not as precious as the night pearl taken out of the Luo Night Scar tunnel, such a bead is already priceless, not to mention that it is spread all over the bottom of the coffin.

The warm light of the pearl pierced the night sky, like another bright moon, but it was more warm than the bright moon.

However, Mingzhu is still the most inconspicuous of the items in this coffin, and the eye-catching thing will be used to cushion the bottom?

Above the pearl, there are countless small objects carved with tourmalines, jadeite and various colored gemstones. There are fruits, there are pastries, there are fierce beasts, lifelike.

Wen Qingyu knew that the closer to the owner of the tomb, the more precious it was, so the small box with a camphor wood next to the bright yellow brocade quilt immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Ping Wei swallowed hard: "Who is this burial?" So rich? ”

Wen Qingyu raised his head, and the slightly cool wind swept over Pingwei's eyes, and there was shock, doubt, envy, and regret in the eyes of the honest man, but there was no greed.

The corners of Wen Qingyu's lips hooked: "It's not rich, it's high-standard!" ”

"Specs?" Ping Wei was stunned.

"In all dynasties, the items that accompany the burial of the dead are exquisite." Xiao Ruoli's warm voice like a spring breeze sounded slowly: "Especially in the Great Zhou, the status is very hierarchical. What kind of status and identity, what specifications of items will be buried, this can't be messed up. ”

"Oh." Ping Wei nodded: "The prime minister's wife has a fate, except that the grave is a little higher than others, and the coffin is a little better than others, and there is no burial at all." There are so many treasures in this second coffin, who is buried? What kind of funeral is this? ”

"It doesn't matter what his specifications are." Someone in the crowd couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts, and their voices became sharp and sharp: "Take back so many good things, and the brothers will be able to suffer less in the future." ”

"yes, yes." Immediately someone was ready to move.

The first to speak looked smug and was the first to reach out to the camphor box.

Wen Qingyu's eyes were cold, but he saw a cold light quickly burrowing into the man's wrist like lightning, and Huo Hu couldn't see it.

In the night, there was a terrible scream, and the man's hand reaching for the coffin suddenly turned strangely red, and then shrank, like a red candle burning to the end, and melted away at once, leaving only a bare wrist and white bones.

The man covered his broken wrist and rolled in the deep pit under the moon.

"Xiao Ruoli, you poisoned ......" Ping Wei's eyes widened angrily, and he rushed towards Xiao Ruoli with a knife.

Xiao Ruo flicked his fingertips, and then a cold light shot towards Ping Wei quickly, rubbing his cheek and nailing it to the thick golden silk nanmu coffin.

Ping Wei looked back, only to see a silver needle that was inches long, trembling slightly in the night wind, and the needle tail was red like dancing anger.

"The first precept of the Immortal Guard is to refrain from greed and stealing. Death to the offender! ”

In the night, the man who was as warm as a fairy stared at his fingertips intently, his slender fingers were pale and bloodless, but the neatly trimmed nails were slightly pink, like crystal shells.

Xiao Ruoli finally frowned, wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief, threw it away, and let the snow-white silk handkerchief fly like a butterfly in the night breeze.

"I only scrapped one of his hands." Xiao Ruoli hooked her lips, and her smile was as warm as the morning sun.

"It's unlucky to see blood in the graveyard!"

Pingwei's hand holding the knife suddenly lost its strength, and the man was imprisoned by their brother for three years, and it was better to die than to be tortured every day. He had long forgotten how dangerous he had been.

Heaven and man are ghost doctors, and medical and poisonous doctors are unique in the world. One thought of heaven, one thought of hell.

"Be smart for the master." Calmly drank: "Don't be that shallow-eyed person, we are Changshengwei, and there is no cowardice in Changshengwei." ”

"Yes."

The answer in the moonlight was neat but not loud, and a slight tremor could be faintly heard.

Wen Qingyu closed his lips, and his cold eyes swept among the people of the Immortal Guard, he hadn't seen him for three years, and it was time for this team to find a chance to repair it.

The sound of a wheelchair sounded, Wen Qingyu pushed Xiao Ruoli to the coffin, and this time, no one stopped them.

Wen Qingyu stretched out his hand and leaned towards the camphor wood box, but was stopped by Xiao Ruoli.

"I'll give it to you." He said.

The next moment, he didn't hesitate to take the box in his hand and hand it to Wen Qingyu.

Wen Qingyu's heart warmed, the box was very close, and it was not big, so there was no need for Xiao Ruoli to pass it on. He did it just because he was afraid that the box would be poisonous, or some other mechanism.

He picked up the box first, and used his own flesh and blood to block all dangers for her.

Wen Qingyu lowered her head and opened the box, covering the emotions in her eyes.

"What is this?" Wen Qingyu didn't shy away from everyone when he opened the box, and everyone could see the contents of the box when he opened it.

Ping Wei just glanced at it, and he was completely stunned.

Pearls, tourmalines, and gemstones are more precious than the other, and the things closest to the owner of the tomb are specially packed in boxes, which must be the most precious, and everyone knows that it must be a rare treasure in the world.

However, I didn't expect it to be something like that?

Wen Qingyu took out the contents of the box in the same way.

A few small clothes, a few pairs of tiger head shoes, the style is simple, but the stitches are fine, and the cloth is also made of extremely fine and soft cotton cloth.

Then there are some children's toys such as rattles and nine rings. They are the most common things that can be bought anywhere.

Can this box of things add up to five taels of silver?

Is this the most precious thing? I'm afraid that if the most inconspicuous Pearl of the East China Sea in the box is taken out at random, the contents of this box can be piled up in ten rooms.

Wen Qingyu's heart moved, the contents of this box were obviously for very small children, especially the size of clothes and shoes, which could only be worn by newborn babies.

She suddenly thought of Duan Ziqin's posture in the coffin, and her hands were tightly clasped at the bottom of the coffin, as if there was the most precious thing in her life under her hands.

What would it be if she really had the most precious thing under her hands, and that thing happened to be in this mezzanine coffin?

Wen Qingyu decisively felt that the most precious thing was definitely not the jewels in the coffin, could it be......

Baby, Baby...... Wen Qingyu banged in her head, and a thought suddenly appeared, that terrifying thought, which made her whole body, which had always been calm and self-controlled, tremble.

"Ruo Li." Wen Qingyu heard that his voice had changed, and every word he spit out trembled so much that he couldn't hear it clearly: "You say, what kind of status does this tomb look like?" ”

The last two words of specification, even Wen Qingyu himself couldn't hear clearly.

Her face was like white paper, and her whole person seemed to become thin in an instant, as if she would be blown away if she had the strength to speak.

Xiao Ruoli raised his head, and the undisguised worry in his eyes: "A hundred beasts open the way, the heavenly maiden comes out to greet them, the gold-lacquered coffin, the bright yellow cover, and the nobles are coffins." ”

He spoke extremely slowly, and his voice was as warm as the morning sun as always, but with every word, Wen Qingyu's face turned a little whiter.

In the end, the whole person had leaned softly on the coffin, and the pain and despair carried in a pair of clear eyes If you didn't see it with your own eyes, you couldn't imagine that a person could be desperate to that extent?

Xiao Ruoli gradually couldn't bear to say any more, and he suddenly guessed who was most likely buried in this coffin.

"What is it?" Wen Qingyu muttered in a low voice, his voice was ethereal and pale, like a magic voice from hell: "What specifications?" ”

Xiao Ruoli raised his head: "The emperor's funeral!" ”

"Bang!" The camphor wood box in Wen Qingyu's hand fell heavily to the ground and shattered.

"How is that possible?" Wen Qingyu hooked his lips and smiled: "Where is there an emperor who will be buried in someone's coffin, and he will be pressed under him." It's not that it's unsightly. ”

Xiao Ruoli pursed his pale pink lips tightly, and suddenly stabbed a snow-bright silver needle into Wen Qingyu's tiger's mouth.

Wen Qingyu turned his head, his eyes empty and dazed.

"You're in a state of mind, it's better for us not to look at the owner of this tomb."

"I'm fine." Wen Qingyu smiled, under her pale face, a rosy cherry lips became more and more demonic, and her long hair floated in the night sky like a weed. The crimson gauze skirt on her body was lifted by the wind, and it was as beautiful as a manzhu sawa at the head of the bridge.

Xiao Ruoli stepped forward and held her cold hand in the palm of her hand: "No matter what you do, please allow me to be by your side." ”