Mingwei ran towards Mang Mountain without stopping.
It's spring now, and the snow in Mang Mountain has melted.
She stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the vast green mountains.
The proprietress of the wine shop stuck her head out and shouted: "Girl, do you want to come in and have a rest?"
Mingwei held the horse and turned to look at her, as if she had returned to that distant life.
"Okay!" She threw the reins to the waiter and entered the wine shop.
The landlady came over to serve tea and asked her: "Where are you going, girl? Are you staying in a hotel?"
Mingwei responded vaguely and asked her for information: "Is the late emperor's tomb here?"
"Yes! It's on that mountain."
Mingwei looked up and saw that it was the place where she activated the Tianxing Formation in her previous life.
As expected, he was waiting for her here.
"Which way is closer?"
The landlady looked at her warily and hinted tactfully: "Girl, there are soldiers guarding the mausoleum, so you can't go up the mountain for no reason."
Mingwei came to his senses.
The Northern Qi Dynasty was not subjugated, and the world was never in chaos. Of course, the imperial mausoleums of all dynasties were garrisoned by troops.
The landlady said: "Girl, you want to remember the memory of the late emperor? Why don't you go to the mausoleum stone in front and pay homage! Alas, the late emperor was a wise king, but it's a pity that he left too early..."
Mingwei thought silently that it was indeed too early. In the twenty-fifth year of Chengming's reign, he had just learned about his destiny.
In his previous life, he had lived until this time and was still in good health.
"How did the late Emperor... get there?"
"What else can be done?" the landlady sighed, "Empress Wu Ren passed away, and the late emperor grieved so much that he fell ill. Later, he became ill due to overwork, and that's why he passed away."
The late emperor's posthumous name was Wu, and this Queen Wu Ren... refers to her.
Mingwei pressed her chest, feeling sore and unspeakable.
I thought to myself, at least I didn't have to endure it for more than fifty years.
At this time, several guest rooms upstairs opened, and several big men quickly came downstairs.
"Lady boss, help us fill up the water bags!"
Several water bags were thrown on the table.
The landlady said with a smile on her face: "Okay, everyone, please wait a moment."
Mingwei remained calm and watched as they took the filled water bags and carried the packages out.
She touched the flute on her waist, stood up and said, "Boss, please give me a room. I'll come back in the evening."
"Hey, girl!" The proprietress was so anxious that she wanted to hold her back, but she had already followed the big men and ran away.
The landlady sighed: "This girl, why are you so impulsive? These people are not good people at first glance, why do you want to get involved?"
She went back and wiped the table, but she still felt uneasy and shouted: "Master! Go to the mountain quickly and report a message that there are tomb robbers coming up the mountain. There is a girl following him. I'm afraid something will happen."
"Okay!" came the reply from the kitchen.
…
Mingwei followed these tomb robbers and quietly went up the mountain.
As expected, they knew that the imperial mausoleum was damaged, and even knew where it was damaged. It seemed that they had been crouching nearby for a long time.
Mingwei did not subdue them immediately, but followed them into the imperial mausoleum through the gap.
When these idiots heard someone jumping into the mausoleum from behind, they immediately drew their swords and were alert.
"Who? Who's behind?"
Mingwei walked out slowly.
When the other party saw that she was a girl, she breathed a sigh of relief and said fiercely: "Young lady, you are so brave. Since you have encountered such a big event, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Ming smiled and pulled out the flute from his waist: "It's really a cycle of cause and effect, retribution is not good! I tricked you last time, so this time you will pay me with your life!"
The leader, Duyan, was stunned for a moment and said inexplicably: "When have we tricked you?"
Ming smiled but did not answer, and in a flash, he was already in front of them.
Within a moment, screams rang out and all the gangsters were killed.
Mingwei wiped his flute, put it on his waist, took their torch, and continued walking in: "Thank you! I'll find someone to collect the bodies for you later."
The imperial mausoleum has its own specifications. Mingwei passed through one mechanism after another and finally entered the main tomb chamber.
In the main tomb, there is only a huge sarcophagus.
They were buried together.
Mingwei sat down and leaned against the sarcophagus.
"I'm back……"
But where are you?
She touched the cold coffin, tears falling drop by drop.
…
I don’t know how long it took, but footsteps sounded in the tomb passage.
Someone stopped outside and exclaimed: "Someone has entered the main tomb!"
Mingwei raised his eyelids and looked at the door of the tomb, and sure enough he saw Mingxiao's face.
I almost forgot, this guy is also alive.
"Hey, why are you here?"
She ignored Mingxiao and just stared at the door. As expected, she saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure stepping in.
He is still wearing the same gray clothes, with half-white hair and beard, but the scars on his face are gone. Although he is older, he is still as tall as a bamboo, and you can see the handsomeness of his youth.
Seeing Mingwei, he frowned and said, "Why did a person come here? He even entered the Emperor's Mausoleum without permission. Is that you the wine shop owner was talking about?"
Mingwei looked at him and naturally answered in a friendly tone: "Senior brother can come, but I can't? How can you treat him differently, dad!"
When she called out daddy, her heart was shaken, and she had a subtle feeling, but she felt that it should be like this.
Ming Zheng, the fortune teller, had no idea of her ups and downs and said: "I'm here as soon as I come. Why are you sneaking into the emperor's mausoleum? Get out quickly and don't disturb the late emperor's heroic spirit."
Ming Wei thought to herself that she was here to disturb the late emperor’s heroic spirit...
"You are really willful. I heard that there were gangsters, and your senior brother rushed to save you. It would be better for you to come here by yourself."
Mingwei murmured in her heart, considering her ability, she still needs to be rescued...
etc!
Mingxiao is here, who rushes to save her?
Senior brother...
These two words stirred up memories that she had not yet had time to sort out.
No, even if Master saved Mingxiao, he should have called him Senior Sister, not her Senior Brother.
But in her memory, there has been such a senior brother since she was a child.
Not tomorrow night.
He is four or five years older than her.
What's his name?
It seems...the surname is Yang?
"Dad!" Mingwei grabbed Ming Zheng, "Senior brother, is your surname Yang?"
Mingxiao laughed at the side: "Senior Sister Ming, when you entered the tomb just now, did you get pinched on the forehead?"
Ming Zheng didn't laugh at her, he just looked at her doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
"He... was born in Bolinghou Mansion?"
"right."
Mingwei asked the last sentence with difficulty: "Is he... Shan Mingshu?"
Now Ming Zheng couldn't help it anymore and reached out to touch her forehead: "Do you have a fever? You don't even remember your senior brother's name?"
His hand only stayed on Mingwei's forehead for a moment, and she had already rushed out of the tomb like an arrow from a string.
Ming Zheng was confused: "This child took the wrong medicine?"
Mingxiao said: "Perhaps you are not happy to see me here! Uncle Ming, have we finished exploring? When will we return to Xuandu to watch the stars? My master would like to invite you to watch the stars together."
Ming Zheng stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The Imperial Preceptor has invited you, how can you not go? Clean up and ask someone to repair the broken places, and then you can leave." (To be continued)