It rarely rained in the sultry weather. The green wickers swayed in the wind. The raindrops slowly fell like threads. The sky and the earth were hazy like a layer of mist.
This was something to be happy about, but it made it difficult to make a reservation to see Hua Xuanji's mother's coffin.
Because Hua Xuanji's mother was not favored, the tomb is also very remote. It is in a small ravine far away from the city.
Because it was a secret trip, the prophet did not bring many people with him. Except for two secret guards dressed as coachmen and Yu Wuxia, there was no one else accompanying him.
As a result, the carriage got stuck in the mud several times during the walk. But there was nothing we could do. It was worth leaving the carriage and walking on foot for the four of us.
By the time they arrived at the location, the four people's shoes, socks, and clothes were stained with mud and were stained.
"This is it." When he saw the small bag in front of him which was less than half a person's height and was just a pile of messy soil, the prophet asked in disbelief towards a follower who knew the specific location.
"Go back to the emperor. There is nothing wrong. This is the place."
The clenched fingers were trembling, and the knuckles turned white. The prophet murmured as if there was no one. His voice was very soft, as if he was talking in a dream: "She loves beauty so much. She loves cleanliness so much. How can it be done. How can it be done?" ....."
Because of the rain, the other two secret guards did not hear clearly. However, Yu Wuxia, who was standing behind the prophet and holding an umbrella for him, heard all the words word for word.
He put Xiu Chang to his lips and coughed lightly. Yu Wuxia patted the prophet's shoulder comfortingly. Looking at the drizzle in the sky, he asked:
"Father, I don't know if we should start now or wait until the rain stops..."
"Wait until the rain stops." The prophet replied without hesitation. "If she is here, she won't want to get dirty."
"Go back to the emperor." Another secret guard who had been silent spoke up: "There is something I don't know whether I should say."
"But it doesn't matter." The prophet replied casually.
"Look, Your Majesty, the sun is about to set now. Moreover, the rain shows no signs of stopping. They say it rains after three days. This rain fell in the afternoon. It may rain for a few days. The country cannot be at peace. Mr. Riwu. Your Majesty, if we open the museum now, we might be able to catch up with the morning court tomorrow. You see..."
"Father, what he said does make sense. Our trip was supposed to be secret. In addition, those ministers are very unstable now. If you don't go to the morning court, I'm afraid you will lose your words. Isn't it more difficult to deal with."
"That's all." The prophet took a deep breath and signaled them not to talk any more. He turned to a secret guard and said, "You can start digging. Go get a big oil-paper umbrella."
"Yes." The secret guard quickly agreed. When he ran back in the carriage, he took out all the tools and took out a huge oil-paper umbrella. He gave it to the prophet.
"Your Majesty, this place is dirty. Otherwise, you should go back." A secret guard wiped the rain off his face with his hand and said vaguely.
"It's nothing." The prophet replied without hesitation. "My little junior sister is most afraid of getting dirty. This can help him cover up some rain, right?" He said with a peaceful smile on his face.
Yu Wuxia gestured behind the prophet to signal the two secret guards to stop talking. Then she turned around and took a shovel to help dig.
"My lord, you are a noble person. How can you do such rough work?" A secret guard saw Yu Wuxia following him and said quickly with some panic.
In the mist and rain, Yu Wuxia's black hair was all flat on her face. Maybe because of the cold, her face looked fairer. Her green eyes looked hazy. She smiled peacefully at the secret guard: "We'll finish this early. End it early. There are only four of us here. If I don’t come, do you think the emperor should come?”
Seeing that the secret guard wanted to interrupt, Yu Wuxia frowned: "Okay, don't say more. This is an order." After saying that, he continued to work hard.
The two secret guards had never received such treatment. They looked at Yu Wuxia's eyes with mixed emotions. Their eye sockets were slightly red, and they worked harder.
That's it. People like them will stay in the palace for life once they enter the palace. When they are old and can no longer work, they will be sent out ruthlessly with some money.
For ordinary princes and emperors, they are just servants who cannot be humbled. If you look at them, it will be a huge reward for them, let alone work with them.
In their hearts, the new prince and emperor have been included in the ranks of good people.
The raindrops mixed with the soil gradually became less and less. It was hard to tell whether it was rain or sweat on the faces of the three people. But the place where the emperor held the umbrella was actually not wet at all.
Time began to pass bit by bit.
Sure enough, as the secret guard said, the rain became heavier and heavier. At the end, several people couldn't even open their eyes. They had to dig out bit by bit based on their consciousness.
Fortunately, there was dry soil in the middle. The speed did not slow down at all.
One of the secret guards chuckled: "The soil here is so loose. It saves a lot of effort to dig."
However, there was too much smoke and rain at that time, so few people could not hear clearly. Yu Wuxia heard very vaguely, but he was busy digging soil and did not ask any more questions.
"Ding dong." As he was digging, Yu Wuxia's shovel suddenly made a muffled sound. Yu Wuxia just thought that he heard wrongly, so he jabbed hard. Sure enough, the muffled sound sounded again.
Surprised, Yu Wuxia wiped the rain off her face. With a bit of joy, Yu Wuxia said to the two secret guards: "Try harder. My shovel has already touched the coffin. Everyone, please try harder."
"Okay." The two secret guards said in unison. They worked together. Within a short while, a coffin that was not too big slowly appeared in front of them.
A secret guard who was familiar with this immediately took a piece of white cloth from his arms and slowly wiped away the layer of loose soil on the coffin. Then he raised his face and said to the emperor: "Your Majesty, okay. Can you open it now?"
"Yes." The prophet replied slowly and solemnly, with a hidden tremor in his voice. A pair of green eyes stared at the coffin for a moment. The hand holding the big umbrella kept trembling.
He was afraid or looking forward to it.
He didn't know what result he wanted. If his junior sister had not died, it would actually lighten the burden on his heart. However, when faced with that note, he was in a dilemma.
The sound of tinkling sounds echoed in the empty valley along with the sound of rain. The two secret guards gritted their teeth and raised their teeth a little bit.
Yu Wuxia didn't understand these things, so she didn't stay there. Instead, she quickly ran back to the carriage, got a robe for the prophet, and gently put it on the prophet: "Father, God. Cold. Be careful."
The prophet was stunned for a moment. Then he turned his head and nodded slightly towards Yu Wuxia. He did not speak.
Yu Wuxia understood that he must be feeling uncomfortable at the moment.
The rain slowly subsided. The opening of the coffin also gradually came to an end. At this time, the sky was completely dark. One or two wolf howls could be heard occasionally not far away. The scene at this moment was unbearable. My back felt cold.
"Okay." One of the secret guards snorted first and said to the other secret guard: "Where are you?"
"It's almost the same." The secret guard opened a gap and said, "I'll shout one or two. Let's work hard together."
The secret guard on the other side responded solemnly.
"Okay. One. Two."
With two shouts of encouragement, the two of them exerted their strength together, and the entire coffin was slowly moved away. The scene inside the coffin was revealed in front of the prophet bit by bit.
Compared to the prophet, it was Yu Wuxia's perspective that allowed him to see the scene inside the coffin more clearly.
Taking a cold breath, Yu Wuxia felt a chill on her back. She took a step forward and opened the entire coffin lid with one force.
Fortunately, there were white bones in the coffin. It was very scary. Moreover, the woman was wearing a fiery red dress.
The prophet pursed his lips. There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. However, the trembling hand stilled. He coughed lightly and murmured to Yu Wuxia: "Is it because I think too much? The person I met .It’s really not her.”
"Your Majesty, that's not right." A secret guard slowly lowered his head, stroking the red shirt and said, "Your Majesty, if I'm not mistaken, this bone should have been put in just now."
"Yes." The younger one also thought so. Another guard followed up and said, "No wonder I said it was so easy to dig the soil just now. It seems that someone has moved it."
"It's empty talk. Don't talk nonsense. Give me a reason."
"Your Majesty, look." A secret guard first took out a nail from the coffin. Your Majesty, you understand that the weather has been sultry these days. If the nail had been ground earlier, it would have been damaged by the wind and rain. "Rust. Your Majesty, look at this nail. It was obviously drilled in not long ago." "And this piece of clothing. Even if it was sealed and buried for so many years, it must have corroded immediately after being opened. How could it be so complete?"
"Father..." Yu Wuxia pursed her lips slightly. "What do you think."
The emperor slowly took two steps back and ordered the two secret guards to close the coffin first. He whispered to Yu Wuxia: "I think someone must have deliberately created an illusion for us to see. But she probably didn't expect it. We'll find out."
Biting her lower lip lightly, Yu Wuxia continued to guess according to the emperor's thoughts: "She wants us to panic. She thinks it is her soul, so we must obey her words. This may be the trick of a traitor. "
"So." He took a deep breath. The emperor threw the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to the ground. He took a deep breath and said, "When you return to the capital, you will give the order. The funeral will be held in three days." |.) Qiu comforted