Chapter Fifty-Seven: Under the Tomb of the Palace Maid
"It is precisely because no one dares to go that we have to find out more. That girl is playing tricks in the palace. It will be difficult for one person to achieve anything. The one who can gain her trust must be someone who has been familiar with her before. Such a person sees herself
My close friend could not rest in peace, and was thrown into a dirty place. Moreover, more than half a month has passed since the incident, and the news has long passed. If I don’t go to worship now, when will I wait?" Xiaohu patted his head and said, "You are really a slave.
You are so stupid, go ahead and get ready." Yutang smiled with a rare smile, "Aren't you the most afraid of ghosts? Why are you not afraid now?" "For the sake of the master, what should I do?
Everyone is willing."
Jingqi Pavilion near Zhenshun Gate is separated from the outside of the palace by only a red wall. No one has dared to go there for many years because it is a mass grave of palace ladies and eunuchs who were lynched by high-ranking officials for making mistakes.
Everyone in the palace talked about this change, commonly known as the Tomb of Maid and Slave. The two girls put on the rough uniforms of palace maids and slipped from the east door of Gyeongbokgung Palace to the back door of Jingqi Pavilion.
It's over." Xiaohu smiled confidently, raised his hand, and threw the rope to the wall, "Master, you step on the slave's shoulder, and just follow the rope to the slave's tomb." Yutang spread the handkerchief on the slave's tomb.
She stepped on her shoulder lightly, and finally climbed over the wall.
Climbing down the rope, I stepped on something soft under my feet. I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw that it was the arm of a palace maid. Yutang was so shocked that she covered her mouth. Under the night, in the waist-deep grass, there were dense piles of things.
There were countless corpses. Even though she had been mentally prepared, she could not adapt to them. When she saw Xiaohu coming over, she gained some courage. "Master, I have found out clearly that this slave tomb will have someone specially assigned to collect it every month."
Once, based on time, Mei Xin’s body should be not far from here! Let’s go look for it now.”
Yutang stopped her and whispered, "No, now that we know her approximate location, let's squat here and wait for the rabbit." Xiaohu was puzzled, "Then, let's feed the mosquitoes here." "Shh, it's really embarrassing.
There is no place to look for the iron shoes, it takes no effort to get them, and the fish is hooked." A figure fell on the palace wall in the distance, carrying a bamboo basket and headed straight for Mei Xin's body, looking furtively forward and backward all the way.
, for fear of being seen, but little did he know that he had already been exposed.
The little eunuch put incense and candles in front of a female corpse, placed a sacrifice, and seemed to be crying, "Sister Mei, don't blame Xiaochuanzi for being timid. He dares to come and see you now. When I save enough money, I will
Ask someone to help you find a good land and bury you properly, but don't blame me!" Yutang winked, and Xiaohu's soft sword was placed around his neck.
He asked coldly, "Who are you to come here to worship her in such a big way?" The little eunuch was so frightened that he trembled all over, "Slave, this slave is just from the same hometown as her. I just pity her. There is nothing else.
Relationship, I...I'm not familiar with her at all." Yutang ordered Xiaohu to put away the soft sword, squatted down and persuaded softly, "Little brother, we are not from Yongshou Palace, we used to be Rui
Your good friend also knew Mei Xin, she died unjustly!"