Xie Zhanghua.

It is the first crown princess, the name of Chu Yan's biological mother.

Shen Lingxi learned the name of the former crown princess from the mouth of the ancestor of Wu Anbo not long ago.

But I didn't expect to see this name for the first time, and it turned out to be on the stone wall of this soul-locking well underground palace.

Chu Yan stretched out his hand, rubbing the name on the stone wall, his eyes were angry and dark.

Shen Lingxi relayed Liu Meiren's words to Chu Yan.

He looked at Liu Meiren again and asked, "Where did the man bury the relics of the deceased?" ”

Liu Meiren saw that the situation was wrong, and hurriedly walked to the corner of the dry pool, and pointed to the ground, "Here." ”

Shen Lingxi approached and found that although a long time had passed, there was a dirt bag in that place that was obviously bulging up compared to other places.

The person who buried the thing obviously didn't expect anyone to come to this underground palace, so he didn't tamp the soil.

Shen Lingxi was about to find something to take advantage of and dig up the dirt bag—

Chu Yan had already strode over, "I'll come." ”

He pulled a dagger from his waist and cut into the dirt.

The dirt bag, which had long since dried up, cracked a crack.

Shen Lingxi hurriedly reached out to help.

Two pairs of hands, one large and one small, opened the dirt bag in a few clicks, revealing a black porcelain altar.

Chu Yan lifted the porcelain altar out of the soil, pried open the lid with a dagger, and took out the things inside.

It was a white jade bracelet that had been broken into several pieces, and there were still traces of blood on the white jade that had long since dried up.

Chu Yan held those broken bracelets tightly in his palm and put them on his heart, his phoenix eyes were dark and dark.

"It's the bracelet that A-Niang wore when she died, who hated her so much that he didn't even let her go when he died."

He was half-kneeling on the ground, his head bowed, his black hair falling down, obscuring his face.

But the hoarse voice and the broad shoulders trembling slightly carried a heavy sadness.

Unconsciously, Shen Lingxi's heart seemed to be pinched hard.

When the souls of the dead heard this, they immediately understood who this man was.

"Oh my God, I didn't expect this name to be Xiao Langjun's mother."

"I still remember Xiao Langjun's mother, who is a very gentle and kind person."

"I remember, when Xiao Langjun was ten years old, because his mother passed away, he seemed to be very sick, and he didn't come to the palace for two years."

"Ten years ago, wasn't it the time when Xiaolang Junniang passed away. Could the person who came to this underground palace to engrave the words be the murderer who killed Xiaolangjun's mother? ”

"I heard from the palace maids and eunuchs in the palace that Xiao Langjun's mother committed suicide ......"

"This is even more wrong, even if it is suicide, how can anyone come to the underground palace to do such a thing, unless there is a ghost in their hearts."

Shen Lingxi knew very little about the death of the former crown princess.

Hearing these words, she raised her eyes to look at Liu Meiren and the souls of the dead, "Do you still remember the appearance of the person who came to the underground palace to engrave the words and bury the relics?" ”

The souls looked at each other and were silent for a few breaths before someone hesitated and said: "Although ten years have passed, I don't remember it very clearly, but if I see it, I will definitely be able to recognize it." ”

When Shen Lingxi heard this, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he said in a low voice: "They still remember the appearance of that person, let's go back now, I will try to draw the person, with the ability to embroider clothes, you will definitely be able to find that person, and everything will be revealed." ”

At such times, words of comfort pale in comparison.

Only by doing something for the former crown princess can we comfort the souls of the deceased in heaven and ease the grief of the living.

"Thank you." Chu Yan closed his eyes and hid the sadness in his eyes, "Okay, let's go back." ”

Shen Lingxi stood up with him, and suddenly found that the souls of the dead who were still a foot away from them floated away as if they were frightened.

"It's scary."

"Xiao Langjun has such a strong evil spirit."

"Oops, what's going on, I'm shaking all over."

Shen Lingxi looked at Chu Yan suspiciously, only to find that his snow-colored cuffs were stained with a little blood at some point.

She immediately understood that these female ghosts, like Yuzhu and King An before, were very jealous of Chu Yan's blood.

It's just, what's going on with all this blood, how can there be blood?

"Wait." Shen Lingxi stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

Then I saw that the palm of his hand was already oozing blood beads.

She whispered, "You're bleeding." ”

"It doesn't matter." Chu Yan closed his palm, "If you accidentally scratch it, a little injury, you will be fine in a while." ”

He finished speaking indifferently, and was worried about scaring her, and was about to put his hands behind his back—

was caught again by Shen Lingxi.

"It's windy and rainy outside, and if you hold the bracelet in your hand, it will be wet from the wind and rain, so it's better to leave it to me for you to keep it."

As she spoke, she took out a plain from her sleeve pocket, and her soft fingertips drilled into his clenched palm, raised her apricot eyes, and looked at him quietly, with a meaning that could not be refused.

She remembered what she heard from Mu Huai'an about Chu Yan's past-

"When he was a child, he saw his mother fall from a rockery and die tragically in his arms, and since then, he has had a knot in his heart and a habit of cleanliness......"

The bracelet with the blood stains of the former crown princess, if it was in Chu Yan's hands, might remind him of the past.

Shen Lingxi thought that every time he saw blood, his demons would rekindle, and he would be sick for several days, so he couldn't sit idly by.

Chu Yan's eyes drooped slightly, looking at her clear and translucent eyes, he only felt that the softness of her fingertips in his palm seemed to have a kind of power, silently soothing the pain in his heart.

He let go of his hand.

Shen Lingxi wrapped the bloodstained bracelet and put it in his sleeve properly, seeing that the scars on his palms were still oozing blood, "Give me the handkerchief you carry." ”

She knew that he was known for cleanliness and would carry Supa with him.

At this moment, even Shen Lingxi herself didn't realize that she no longer saw Chu Yan as the high-ranking prince.

The soft voice also lost the previous detachment and respect, but carried a heartfelt concern.

Such a feeling of being almost "ordered" by someone is a completely unfamiliar experience for Chu Yan.

He lowered his eyebrows, answered "yes" in a slightly hoarse voice, took out the handkerchief in his sleeve, and handed it to her.

Seeing Shen Lingxi's expression focused on bandaging his wounds, Chu Yan only felt a long-lost warmth, which gurgled into his heart from the square Supa.

"Alright." Shen Lingxi tied a knot with the handkerchief on the back of his hand, bent the corners of his lips, and tried to smile at him encouragingly, "Let's go, go back." ”

As she spoke, she turned around and lifted the wind lantern and walked towards the dungeon first.

Chu Yan looked at her slender and petite back, with her hands behind her back, her thumb rubbing the square supa in her palm, and followed with steps.

The two of them walked up the stairs one after the other, but they had not yet reached the entrance of the dungeon-——

Shen Lingxi saw Liu Meiren's soul and hurriedly floated towards her.

Liu Meiren was just about to get close to her as before, but she seemed to be afraid of something and stopped a foot away.

"Little girl, it's not good, you hurry up and take a look."

Liu Meiren's bright face was full of anxiety, "In the Jizang Hall above, the little girl who is bent on robbing Langjun with you hangs herself on the beam at some point!" ”