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Chapter 496 Night Tour and the Imperial Mausoleum

At the foot of Jiyue Mountain, under a cliff, there are lush jungles.

There is a waterfall falling from the cliff.

Gathered under the cliff into a pool.

The sound of falling water from the waterfall can be heard from miles away.

It was late at night, and in the forest surrounding the pool under the cliff, a torch was lit every ten steps.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a group of soldiers in black armor guarding the forest road leading to the water pool under the cliff ten steps at a time.

If Zhao Rong was present, he would be able to recognize at a glance that these soldiers were all elites of the Dali Forbidden Army.

I don't know why it is here at this time.

In the forest, only the sound of the waterfall sounded, and no one made a sound.

At a certain moment, a few fallen leaves suddenly fell from the head of a motionless guard on a certain section of the road.

Several soldiers around looked up sharply, and after looking at it for a while, there seemed to be nothing unusual, and they slowly looked away.

Afterwards, the elites of the Forbidden Army continued to tense their hearts and set up guard.

Tonight, they received a secret order from the Empress Dowager to guard the late emperor's dragon coffin into the imperial mausoleum, and if they were careless, they would be punished with beheading...

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Beside the waterfall pool, which was guarded layer by layer by the guards of the imperial army, there was a quiet and lively scene at this time.

The excitement is because there are many figures beside the pool.

Even a little crowded:

The fortified soldiers with black armor reaching to the eyes, the blades in their hands gleamed silver under the icy moonlight.

There are craftsmen who are numerous but silent.

These craftsmen who worked hard and secretly repaired the imperial mausoleum were old and young. At this time, the place was obviously empty, but they were faintly crowded together.

Under the indifferent gaze of the black-armored soldiers nearby, the bodies of the craftsmen trembled and swayed in unison.

At the very front, near the waterfall, there is also a group of string music girls.

There are more than a dozen of them, wearing snow-white gauze clothes, with a fairy air, very beautiful.

Besides.

Behind the pair of string girls, there is a group of strangely dressed figures:

Wearing a white filial piety dress, looking at her appearance, she should be a woman, but she is covered with a white cloth and a white scarf over her eyes, without revealing any of her features...

As for the silence, it is because everyone here is silent except for the sound of the waterfall.

Whether it's the imperial mausoleum craftsman who is faintly frightened, or the string girl with a cold and heartless face.

It seems to be quietly waiting for a certain result.

At this time, what the people beside the waterfall didn't notice was that a certain young Confucian scholar appeared on a secluded tree in the rear...

"Is it the unlucky late Emperor Dali who wants to enter the imperial mausoleum?"

Gui glanced at it, and said in a curious tone.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, but did not reply.

Seeming to know what he was thinking, Gui smiled and said: "It was unlucky to be in the prime of life among the kings, but he passed away early, leaving behind a delicate and beautiful queen, and a magnificent and powerful dynasty... um."

Sword Spirit nodded.

you 'um' what?
Zhao Rong was speechless, but he still didn't answer.

It probably wants to talk about him and the Dugu family again, for example, Zhao Rong, you have to help the Emperor Dali take care of his wife and children...

Take care of you big head ghost.

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand, pressed down the leaves in front of him, and looked intently through the larger leaf gap.

At this time, the people beside the waterfall pool seemed to be waiting for something quietly, and those stringed music girls were all facing the direction of the waterfall...

By the way, is the imperial mausoleum built here?
Where is the amount?I don't seem to see any buildings...

Zhao Rong's gaze swept around the pool, and finally landed on the straight waterfall that looked like a white cloth hanging on a cliff.

"Interesting, is the entrance built on the cliff behind the waterfall?"

He nodded.

"Hey Zhao Rong, why are we still here? The dragon aura should come from that dragon coffin, it's not something else. Let's go and go up to Jiyue Mountain to have a look."

Gui urged a little impatiently.

Zhao Rong shook his head and said in Xinhu, "Wait a little longer."

"Are you worried?"

He nodded.

Tomorrow will be the ceremony of enshrining the Chan, and the dragon coffin entering the imperial mausoleum happened right under his nose.

Moreover, a certain person in charge still chose the time to seal the mausoleum in the early morning after arriving at Jiyue Mountain, when everything was silent.

Most of the large troops stationed in the wasteland had just arrived at their destination to rest after traveling for several days.

This is the time when everyone is most relaxed.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

Well, in addition, Dugu had never mentioned the matter of the dragon coffin entering the mausoleum with him, the organizer of the Zen Conferring Ceremony, and he discovered it himself...

"Okay, let's see then."

Gui thought about it, nodded and stopped urging.

"Hello, Zhao Rong." It called him again, and said with a smile:

"You said wait a minute, will we discover some big secrets, such as an evil villain who walked out of the imperial tomb, and then proudly talked about his purpose loudly, um. It turns out that the entire Fengchan Ceremony It was all arranged by him, the Academy, the Dali Dynasty, all are his pawns..."

Sword Spirit suppressed a smile, serious.

Zhao Rong nodded, "Then you have to take a good look to see if it is as powerful as you."

Hearing someone's praise, Gui couldn't help but let out a small gasp, and just wanted to reply to him, but Zhao Rong's words came again.

"However, even if it is, it shouldn't be the kind that talks too much nonsense." He nodded and analyzed seriously: "After all, peerless powers like you are too rare."

Gui: "..."

The air was quiet for a moment.

"Zhao Rong, you are saying that I talk too much nonsense."

"Hush!" Zhao Rong suddenly raised his index finger.

Sword Spirit reacts quickly, and does not act as a pig teammate at critical moments.

It looked outside through the brow chakra, and sure enough, the waterfall by the pool was suddenly divided into two by a force.

Between the two diverging small waterfalls, a figure of a woman walked out.

This figure is plump, with fluttering white clothes, and graceful steps...

After a few breaths.

Zhao Rong, who was hiding on the tree trunk, heaved a sigh of relief.

Well, it's not some kind of powerful behind-the-scenes, he knows this woman.

It is the snow silkworm.

The Fengyi female official of Le Fang Division is second only to Da Si Le Mujin.

Zhao Rong muttered, "So, she was ordered by the Dugu clan to handle the dragon coffin's entry into the imperial mausoleum? But why did she choose to do it in the middle of the night? Also, what was she doing inside alone just now, check?"

But immediately, before he had time to raise some new doubts, there was a new movement beside the pool.

The plump woman named Snow Silkworm glanced coldly at the circle, and then nodded her chin at Jinghou's pair of string girls.

The Xianle Li girls immediately stepped forward, leading the pair of masked white-clothed girls behind them.

Zhao Rong's eyes immediately fell on the latter.

There were 18 of these women in white clothes. Their faces could not be seen clearly. They were tall and short. Most of them were slender. They should be young women.

Even the shortest one among them, look at this head, seems to be an underdeveloped little girl.

Zhao Rong frowned.

Gui Hao said: "Hey, Zhao Rong, who are these people?"

He thought for a while, "The imperial mausoleum is about to be closed, and they were brought in blindfolded...then most likely they are noble concubines and beauties from the late Emperor Dali's harem. This is to...be buried alive."

"Tsk tsk, is that the former rivals of the Empress Dowager Dali?" Jian Ling smiled, "So, the Dugu clan sent them all in under the name of righteousness? Well, as for her Why don't you go in and accompany her, my son is the emperor, and she is the empress dowager."

Zhao Rong didn't speak, but frowned, feeling something was wrong.

That Dugu family is not like a woman with a small belly, although she can act, um, most beautiful women can act, let alone those who have entered the imperial family.

But he felt that the Dugu family should not take this opportunity to send all the concubines of the late emperor Dali to be buried in the imperial mausoleum just for the sake of political reputation.

After all, what she did was too cruel and would attract criticism, which is exactly what she wants to avoid right now.

However, it is understandable that these things were chosen to be carried out quietly in the early hours of the morning, so as to avoid being known by too many people.

But a certain beautiful widow never expected that he would come out to relax in the middle of the night, and he could still see the dragon aura and find the location of the imperial tomb...

Gui looked at the front for a few moments, "Hey, Zhao Rong, what do you think?"

Zhao Rong pondered for a moment, then said softly:
"If Dugu wants to kill them, he should have a lot of means, so it's not like this... However, maybe it's because the woman is jealous, she loves this Emperor Dali very much?"

He was also uncertain about his tone.

Returning his gaze, he chuckled lightly:
"Heh, there are such young girls. Doesn't that Emperor Dali seem to be not as wise as you praise? At least in terms of female sex, he is not taboo about meat and vegetables, and he is almost catching up with Mr. Zhao's taste. It's really good. "

"???"

A certain young Confucian scholar was stunned for a moment, and the little question marks on his forehead couldn't be suppressed...

Where am I punished?
So, someone hiding on the tree trunk strongly objected: "What the hell is my taste? How did you drag me into it? Give me a hammer."

Sword Spirit nodded and said: "I have seen a lot of those scenes in the lake of your heart. When your eldest wife and second wife were still babies, didn't you, a scumbag, start attacking?"

"........."

Zhao Rong couldn't suppress his blood pressure, and protested:

"Aren't I also a doll at that time? It's not right for the doll to attack the doll. How did you slander the romantic incident of the boss's banquet as a black hand? Do childhood sweethearts understand, do childhood sweethearts understand?"

Gui nodded, "I don't really understand, I only know that you are not as good as a rabbit?"

Zhao Rong couldn't help being curious, "What's wrong with the rabbit... the rabbit?"

"Rabbits know not to eat grass beside their nests." The tone was leisurely

"........."

Just between the two of them, "you answer a sentence and I answer a sentence", the scene at this moment is a different scene.

In front of the waterfall, Snow Silkworm stood silently behind his hands behind his back.

The stringed women escorted the masked women, past her who was watching coldly, into the separated waterfall.

Zhao Rong looked intently, and there seemed to be a dark corridor inside the waterfall...

After roughly figuring out what happened on the field, Zhao Rong didn't leave immediately.

He hid in the tree and waited for some time.

Still no strange big villains suddenly appeared, honestly read out the plan and conspiracy or something.

"Is it just a normal dragon coffin entering the mausoleum..."

Zhao Rong murmured softly, although he was a little disappointed that he didn't get the secret joy of uncovering the conspiracy, but he didn't leave immediately.

The main reason is that Xuecan, who is a female official of Fengyi, is present, which is different from when she came.

I don't know how well she cultivated, whether he will be found if he sneaks away.

In addition...

The young Confucian scholar restrained his breathing more subtlely, and at the same time, his gaze gradually shifted towards the trembling group of people in a certain direction...

After about a stick of incense.

The stringed women who entered the waterfall corridor returned one after another.

As expected by Zhao Rong, they were the only ones who returned, and none of the masked and blindfolded women in white clothes they brought in came out.

Among the group of String Music Li girls, the leader nodded slightly to Snow Silkworm.

The latter nodded and led her away from the waterfall.

In an instant, the split waterfall flow merged into one.

From the outside, there is nothing artificial about this waterfall.

If outsiders don't know about it, they probably won't find out that there is something strange on the cliff behind this waterfall...

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