The cat master stared at Mrs. Qionghua's dance for a long time, his face gradually changed from suspicious to stable, his eyes were full of appreciation, and he looked at everyone and slowly explained:

"It is rumored that Xuanzong Yang Fei's neon dress and feather dance came from Hu Xuan, she once held a banquet on the Calyx Xianghui Building in Xingqing Palace, and shocked the envoys of all countries with a dance, I only read the written record in the ancient books before, and now I really see this neon dress and feather dance, I really feel beautiful, but the old man is also strange, this Mrs. Qionghua and Concubine Yang are separated by two hundred years, why do we see the neon dress and feather song, think about it carefully, but the back of the neck feels cold."

"Master Mao, you only feel cold now, you don't look where a few of us are now, you haven't thought that these people are all ghosts?"

After Yue Erpao finished speaking, he scared himself before he could do anything to the cat master, his scalp was numb, and his neck shrank and hid behind Yue Guanchao.

"No, this is not an ordinary hallucination, and we will not see this scene for no reason, I guess this is probably the palace secret that happened in the Haidong Palace on the day of Mrs. Qionghua's death!"

Song Siyuan's speculation was quite novel, and everyone was looking forward to her continuing to explain, so that everyone could rest assured.

This young lady is well-informed, coughed lightly a few times and said slowly:

"You don't really think that Ayinzun and Mrs. Qionghua are in love, I feel that this legend is mostly for Ayinzun to cover up, auspicious deep to seek a joint burial, long live a thousand years of love, even this sentence is a blindfold used by Ayinzun to cover up the mausoleum, how can he regard Qionghua as the love of his life, there are too many twists and turns, and I will tell you slowly when I am completely out of trouble."

"Anyway, you remember a sentence, Mrs. Qionghua did not die of illness at all, but was given death by Ayin Zun, so that she could be buried in the imperial tomb to prepare for the modification of the dragon vein feng shui, and she was also a victim."

Bang Dang!

Before the words fell, the joyful and ethereal music around him changed suddenly.

Pipa Gouxuan turned urgent, dull and sorrowful, such as the King of Qin broke the formation, with tens of millions of soldiers rushing to come, the people who listened to the heart were frightened, the eyebrows and eyes trembled, the surroundings were like autumn leaves on the flat ground, only to see the withered yellow leaves scraping all over the hall.

The huge yellow leaves snapped on their eyes, and when they uncovered the leaves, the tower in front of them had changed again, like a faded brocade robe, gradually becoming hideous and terrifying.

It's still this clam tower, it's still that hall, but what they are facing is no longer a bustling and lively palace banquet, but a miserable funeral palace.

"Woo woo woo, I don't want to be buried, I don't want to be buried, I'm the king's favorite lady, I want to see the king, I want to see the king, ahhhh

Yue Guanchao followed the voice and looked at the living people in the funeral palace, these concubines who answered Yinzun had long lost the joy of participating in the banquet, crying so much that the pear blossoms brought rain and the flowers trembled, they were dressed in white clothes at the moment, standing behind the white silk hanging from the beam, and refused to go on the road whether they were dead or alive.

Also, when Yin Zun died, he was only in his thirties, and his palace concubines would only be younger than him, and they were about to be hanged alive by a white silk in their youth, and they were unwilling.

Most of the concubines with supple temperaments just cried to see the king, and some of them had violent personalities, and they were about to escape with Bai Aya on the spot.

There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no way to go to purgatory, how can you follow their wishes!

There are already soldiers waiting outside the martyrdom palace, and once a concubine escapes, there is only one end, that is, they are thrown into the tower hand and foot.

These soldiers are not as weak as the maids and eunuchs, so they twisted the joints of the hands and feet of these concubines, forcibly wrapped the white silk around their necks, and with a force of their wrists, these concubines only fluttered a few times, and soon their eyes rolled up, their breath was cut off, and they became martyrs.

This is not an exception, the funeral palace is full of hanged concubines, they are like livestock that have been slaughtered and washed, hanging motionless on the white silk, waiting to be cut off to make a funeral puppet!

Yue Guanchao listened to this heart-rending and painful cry, the despair in the concubine's eyes was in full view, this kind of cry made people's hearts tremble, and no one could bear to continue to look at it.

He squinted at Song Siyuan, and saw that she was staring at these concubines motionlessly, as if looking for something, and asked curiously, "Song Qianjin, aren't you afraid of this thing?" ”

"I'm looking for Mrs. Qionghua, I want to know where she is and why we haven't seen her here!"

Song Siyuan shuttled around hundreds of white silks, constantly observing these plain concubines with her eyes, she felt something flowing down from the corners of her eyes, and when she reached out and touched it, it was full of tears~

"No, we're just scared but not sad, whose tears are they?"

Song Siyuan looked carefully at the wet teardrops on her hands, this thing was definitely not hers, so since it was not her tears, whose transparent teardrops were on her hands?

She looked at the top of the tower in confusion, the huge lotus lamp gradually filled with blood-colored red mist, as if it was stained with scarlet blood, the lamp oil in the lotus plate turned into tears, ticking down, and when she looked around again, the figure of Mrs. Qionghua finally appeared in front of her.

At this time, Mrs. Qionghua was sitting on the blanket, and the eunuchs and maids handed over a wooden plate covered with red cloth.

There are only three things on the plate, wine, dagger, and white silk!

"I know, everything we see is the real experience of Mrs. Qionghua, if you want to break the illusion, you must know what Mrs. Qionghua wants to tell us!"

Song Siyuan continued to run forward, and all the eunuchs, maids, concubines and generals around her were like shrinking Western paintings, constantly retreating, but in the blink of an eye, the two of them had already come to Mrs. Qionghua's side