The white cat said impatiently: "You just shake it like this for a lifetime, and you can't find out." ”

Qu Yunhe's hand was already pressed on the wooden stopper, and he hesitated for a long time before pulling it out.

"Poof", the cork fell to the side, and the white cat licked its lips and cast an attentive look.

Qu Yunhe picked up the wine jar and poured it slowly.

No liquid came out, not a drop of it, but something inside scraped against the walls of the altar and made a noise.

Then, he simply fell to the bottom.

There was no wine in the jar, but three things fell out:

A pair of cracked silk, a ring, and a small bundle of green silk.

The brocade silk is torn from the clothes, the color is like the sunset, buried in the ground for so long, and it is still brilliant when it sees the light of day. There is a line of small characters on the silk, which takes into account the elegance and atmosphere, but there are two points of messiness, and it is obvious that the person who wrote was restless at that time.

Seeing the brocade, Qu Yunhe's eyes did not move, and it took a while before he reached out to unfold the brocade.

is obviously as light as nothing, but in his hands it seems to weigh more than a thousand pounds.

"There are only two regrets in Gu Pingsheng's life, one is too kind to all living beings, and the other is to send Yunhe to participate in the war. When the white cat read this, he subconsciously glanced at Qu Yunhe, and saw that his Adam's apple moved up and down, and his face suddenly swollen red.

Who is the person who left the word, and now Yan Saburo is also very clear:

The Empress of Yasukuni.

In the wine jar, where there is no drop of wine, there is a handwritten letter from the Empress Yasukuni, perhaps a suicide note.

"The general trend has gone, this body is handed over to the mountains and rivers, and this ring is buried with the clouds. In this way, the two do not owe anything. If anyone gains it, please bury it back in the ground, so as not to lose the virtue. ”

Under the brocade, there is a small stamp.

Qu Yunhe picked up the ring and rubbed it lightly on his fingertips. This is a ring, but also a seal, the ring is a bright red stone as blood, carved into the shape of a monster roaring in the sky, the body is like a tiger with wings on its back. Yan Saburo recognized that this image was the legendary demon beast Qiqi.

Look at the stamp, and then look at the ring, and you will know that this is printed on the face of the reverse buckle ring. The white cat leaned over and sniffed: "There is a curse planted here, if the living take it without permission, I am afraid that it will be a disaster for future generations." ”

Such curses often appear in imperial tombs, but the Empress Yasukuni used them on a few simple relics.

Qu Yunhe muttered: "This is her private seal, given by the former King Jing, and she never leaves her." ”

Chitose also looked at the seal, and suddenly said, "She drank the wine." ”

Qu Yunhe remembered what Chitose said before, after the empress received the news of his death, she went to the garden to sit alone for a long time, and no one was allowed to approach.

She knew that he couldn't come back, couldn't finish the agreement, and couldn't wait to celebrate, so she dug out the wine that had been buried for more than ten years, sat alone under the blue jacaranda and drank it all.

What was her mindset drinking that day?

Thinking of this, Qu Yunhe's eyes turned red.

"She killed herself under that tree, didn't she?"

Qu Yunhe was silent and nodded for a long time.

Chitose was rare not to be sarcastic, but flicked the ring and said in a harmonious voice: "You see, in the end, she still misses you." ”

These words were like a sledgehammer, smashing heavily into the heart of Quyun River. He suddenly grabbed the ring and green silk and ran out of the kitchen.

Immediately after, Yan Saburo's sensitive ear heard his suppressed cry coming from the room, and there were two more bangs, as if the table was broken.

The boy had tears.

The boy reached out and stroked the cat's chin, leaned closer to her ear and asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"

The heat reached the sensitive ears, and the white cat skimmed the pointed ears and avoided them unhappily. This mission has already taken too much time, and she is in a hurry to get the reward.

"Finally?" Yan Saburo said unimpressed by her resistance, "You mean, the empress put these things in the altar and buried them under the tree before she died?"

These things were indeed put in before she died. The emperor's private seal was used to issue secret orders and private letters, and it was always carried with him, and it was impossible to put it in the altar and bury it in the morning. Chitose also sighed, "As for whether she buried the altar with her own hands, or whether someone else buried it on her behalf after her death, it is not clear." Hmm—maybe only your female master knows about this experience?"

Speaking of this, she paused: "When Shi Xinglan used the Spring and Autumn Pen to trace the life of the Empress Yasukuni, she must have seen that scene, but it was not written into the script. ”

The script should render the situation and expand the appeal of the characters. Even if Shi Xinglan saw that Empress Yasukuni's deathbed behavior was abnormal, she would not write these irrelevant stubs into the book.

Therefore, this period of secret history has been blown away like this.

In this way, Qu Yunhe did not make a mistake. Yan Saburo thought for a moment, "The Empress of Yasukuni also takes him to heart." But the two have a huge disparity in status, and they still didn't get together in the end.

"Why else would he be crying?" the white cat's gaze rested on the cork of the wine jar.

The jar is open, and there are suicide note relics inside, who will pay attention to an inconspicuous wooden stopper?

Except for her.

The cat reached out and fiddled with the wooden stopper to see what was going on, but after two slaps it ran around.

When the cat's claw is grasping, it is not as flexible as the human hand.

"Hey, pick it up. She had to support Yan Saburo to work.

Without her calling any more, Yan Saburo grabbed the cork and looked at it twice.

Embedded on the back of the plug is a black stone, the size of the core of the dragon's eye, irregular in shape, but tends to be rounded.

Over time, the stopper had turned black, and the black stone was inconspicuous embedded in it.

He pulled the stone off, looked at the light, and saw nothing out of the ordinary.

There is no demonic power, and there are no mana fluctuations, not like an object with hidden supernatural powers.

"What is this?"

He put the little stone on the table, and the cat stretched out his paws to flick it around, causing it to roll around on the table.

Yan Saburo: Is "......" fun?

The stone rolled in a hurry, and the cat ran in a hurry, and suddenly took it into its mouth.

Yan Saburo was startled, and hurriedly broke the cat's mouth: "This can't be swallowed!"

The cat also chewed twice, but it had no molars and could not grind, so it could only chew dry. Yan Saburo pinched its cheeks, and it spit out obediently.

"Phew. ”

Yan Saburo looked at it with a look in his eyes, and it was hard to say.

"What kind of eyes are you?" Chitose was annoyed, "I was just thinking about it, and I didn't care about Qianqian's actions. ”

There is still the soul of the owner in the cat's body, and most of the actions shown are not under her control, and she is too lazy to care.

The coquettish and clingy cats usually show have nothing to do with her, yes, it doesn't matter.

Yan Saburo looked at the stone and said to her again, "Come, open your mouth." ”

"What?" she was a little embarrassed, remembering the embarrassment of the last time she had had been plucked with her mouth wide open.

Oh no, it's not her, it's the cat. "No!"

"Don't you think the tongue is a little weird?" Yan Saburo said with a straight face.

The white cat smacked its mouth, it was a little bitter. She was skeptical, and after a few breaths decided to believe him, opening her little mouth a slit.

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