"Madam, the king chose you as the concubine of the Yin Destiny, I will send the concubine on the road, and the future generations will protect the ancestral dragon vein, you should have a share, and go with peace of mind, the slaves and maids will carefully groom for you, and you will never be unkempt and shameless."

When Song Siyuan walked to Mrs. Qionghua's side, she could clearly hear what the female official said, she really hadn't heard much of the name of the Yin Heavenly Concubine, but her guess was a little closer to the truth, and it was indeed related to the dragon vein of the Yin Clan.

Compared with other concubines, Mrs. Qionghua was treated the best, at least she was treated with courtesy before she died, but no matter what, it couldn't change the sin of forcing people to be martyred.

After hearing this, Mrs. Qionghua did not struggle like other concubines, she was about to take over the poison on the wooden plate, Song Siyuan quickly shouted: "Wait~"

At the moment when her voice burst out, all the eunuchs and palace maids in the illusion were completely frozen, as if they were dead creatures maintaining the movements of the previous moment, and in this endless still time, only Madame Qionghua could move, independent of the long river of freeze frames.

She could obviously notice Song Siyuan and Yue Guanchao, when she saw them, the lifeless pupil finally showed a trace of emotion, the state of the flow of light in her eyes had thousands of years of loneliness, and there was also the resolute sadness of being forced to be buried, and the two of them took a look, and they felt cold air on their backs.

"You're the one who pulled us into the illusion?"

Song Siyuan knew that the matter was urgent, and she had to find out what was going on as soon as possible, and her questioning was categorical and quite capable.

"No~"

Mrs. Qionghua shook her head and denied this statement, which made Yue Song and the others curious.

Mrs. Qionghua's tone nodded to the two, and she said in a tone of neither joy nor sadness: "It was the clam that made you sink into the illusion it created, and I just did what I wanted to do with the help of the illusion." ”

"What's the matter?"

Although Song Siyuan had already guessed in her heart, she still wanted to hear what Mrs. Qionghua meant, and the eyes of the people thousands of years ago became sad, with a hint of resentment: "The truth, the truth of my burial, what you see is what I experienced." ”

"The king has no feelings for me at all, and his kindness to me is all because I am the daughter of the Yin Destiny chosen by the Heavenly Officials, who can reconcile yin and yang and continue the dragon veins,"

I ...... Chaojia, there are too many secrets they are hiding!

Yue Guanchao had already guessed this, but the housekeeper Chao had already burped, and he had no way to verify it, and now from the mouth of Mrs. Qiong, it was determined that the Chao family was involved, so he had to be frightened.

"Daughter of Yin Destiny, why did the Heavenly Officials of the Dynasty choose you?"

Song Siyuan wanted to break the casserole and ask to the end.

Mrs. Qionghua recalled the past and told the story:

"When Yinzun was still the prince, he used the Jiashu to deduce that I was the daughter of the Yin life, and he secretly sent generals to visit the Tang Dynasty, which brought me back to the prince's mansion from the Western Regions, nominally a concubine, but never close to me, I am more like a living god than a concubine."

"Later, I learned that I was just the most expensive martyr he used for burial, and I tried to escape before, but I couldn't go far because of the language barrier, so I had to be put under house arrest by him in the palace and become a useless canary."

"My fate has been sealed since I entered the Bohai Palace!"

Speaking of this, there were obvious tears in Mrs. Qionghua's eyes, and her tone became choked:

"I thought the worst ending was to drink wine and be poisoned to death, and sleep in his underground palace forever, but I didn't expect that there would be something more terrible than death~"

"He made you a man."

Song Siyuan heard that Mrs. Qionghua could be connected to the Beng, and could already guess her role, as soon as this sentence came out, Qionghua sighed and nodded in acquiescence: "Yes, he doesn't know what evil art he used to make me a Biren, and my soul has fused with the Beng and become a part of it." ”

"For thousands of years, I have been forced to guard this black-hearted thing, strangle all the living things that enter the tomb, I have lived such a miserable life, I hope you can help me free."

"Help you get free? You mean killing you? ”

Song Siyuan didn't expect that the illusion they experienced had been staged over and over again, and they had trapped Mrs. Qionghua for a thousand years, and this state of immortality was not a thousand-year cage.

"But, how can we help you, we can't get out ourselves?"

Song Siyuan looked at Mrs. Qionghua, the woman did not answer, she took the poisonous wine and drank it all, and then her lips turned purple and died of poison.

After Mrs. Qionghua's poisonous hair, some noisy and earnest voices continued to pour into her ears like wandering souls...... Where the wind comes, it is your way out~ Where the wind comes, it is your way out......

She was confused, and she didn't know what this meant, so she could only look closely at Qionghua's eyes, and saw that the woman was staring at the tortoiseshell lamp, and she still had a guess in her heart.

When blood and tears finally fell in the lotus plate again, her eyes immediately flashed with a fine light, and she looked at Yue Guanchao with an excited expression: "I know, the key to breaking the illusion is the tortoiseshell glass lamp we saw." ”