When the door of the palace was opened, there was a huge stone statue built inside. The stone statue was of a woman, with long hair tied strangely behind her head, a beautiful face and a flowery smile. She was holding a jar in one hand, but she was wearing a monk's robe.
"Yin'er, this battle is a complete victory but you are helping me in heaven?" He lit the incense, sat on the futon, raised his head and took a sip of wine, with a melancholy smile on his lips.
The scene in Qingbei City three years ago was a life-long pain for Yuan Yi. He dreamed about it at midnight, woke up from nightmares many times, and wet his clothes with cold sweat.
He will never forget the woman's charming smile and her hooking on his shoulder, "After drinking, we are friends."
Even he himself wouldn't believe it if he said that his heart was completely calm at that moment, but it was already a tragedy before he could even recall it.
He will never forget the woman covered in blood under the city wall, laughing wildly and mockingly, "Yuan Yi, none of my Su Yin friends are despicable!"
She was his savior, but he watched her die with thousands of arrows piercing her heart. Not only did he fail to save her, but he even betrayed her.
Thinking about it, she probably hated herself until she died.
When he returned to the capital, he drew a portrait of her and ordered the craftsmen to work hard for days to build the statue in the main hall and put it in the side room. No one else was allowed to enter.
There was no other reason, it was just that that charming smile had been quietly imprinted on his heart as early as midnight three years ago.
Strange woman.
Taking another sip of wine, Yuan Yi smiled melancholy and said, "I'm afraid you don't want to drink with me anymore, right?"
After saying this, he stood up slowly, his handsome face stained with a wild look, "But I want to have another drink with you. Just wait, I will go see you right now."
After saying that, he strode away.
As everyone knows, if Su Yin saw this scene, he would be spitting on his face.
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"In this northern suburb?" Su Yin put down the long pen in his hand and raised his eyebrows.
Yang Xiaotian, who was under the table, nodded immediately, "According to the investigation by my subordinates, the goddess was indeed secretly buried in the northern suburbs by King Bei. This was done secretly, but she couldn't escape the eyes of the gangsters in the market." After that, he said.
Smiled proudly.
Su Yin pursed her lips, her eyes flickered, and her right hand placed on the table slowly clenched into a fist, "Prepare your horse."
"Sir?" Yang Xiaotian was confused. A few days ago, the master asked him to investigate where the goddess was buried, but he didn't explain the reason. Is it possible that he is preparing his horse to go to the place where the goddess is buried?
The night was dark, and a group of large bay-red horses galloped out of the military camp and rushed straight into the mountains and forests of the northern suburbs.
There was a cold wind in the mountains. When Su Yin followed Yang Xiaotian's route and arrived here, he saw green trees and overgrown weeds in the distance. There was a quiet bald land on one side. It seemed that it had been taken care of all year round. There were no weeds around it.
But there is a stone monument erected.
She suddenly turned over and dismounted, walked quickly to the stone monument, and saw the inscription: Tomb of the Goddess Su Yin.
His face was a little dull. Although he had been prepared and imagined the strange scene of coming to his tombstone, at this moment, he was looking at the tombstone and imagining that his withered bones were under the tombstone. Su Yin couldn't tell whether it was overwhelming resentment or endless sorrow.
I just felt a pressure in my chest and I couldn't breathe or swallow.
Reaching out to touch the tombstone, Su Yin's face turned a little pale. She closed her eyes, and the corners of her eyes became moist unconsciously.
Opening the package, taking out the worship items from inside, lighting incense candles, sprinkling wine, and a self-deprecating smile on her lips, I'm afraid she is the only person in the world who worships herself, right?