Plane game: mental disorder at the beginning

Chapter 243 He Is Reading the Text I Left
At this time, Fang Jingzhe discovered that the hijab of the red wedding dress was actually faintly embroidered with words.

Because the red wedding dress is now completely wrapped in ice, Fang Jingzhe used the flashlight to look for several angles before he could see the words on it clearly.

【She is not the empress...why is the empress not in it...】

[We have tried our best...she is too powerful...we hold weddings non-stop...but we can't suppress her...]

[In the end we chose the irreversible method...]

[Torture all the brides before the wedding, let their resentment reach the maximum, and then push them into the mausoleum on the wedding day...]

【Everything is quiet...】

【Did we succeed...】

Fang Jingzhe thought to himself: "It must have been unsuccessful. What kind of ghost method is this? Are you not afraid of resentment and resentment superimposed?"
At this moment, a child's voice sounded throughout the room.

And beside the dragon, phoenix and red candle in front, a woman in a long skirt appeared.

"Sister Xiuyuan, why are you here?"

Fang Jingzhe turned his head and saw a maidservant wearing a dress and a bun with double rings running out of the void.

Fang Jingzhe was indifferent to the remnant souls that appeared here from time to time, he saw the maid directly passing through his body and running towards the woman in the long skirt over there.

At this time, the candle flame of the dragon and phoenix candle suddenly turned into a normal orange-yellow.

And the remnant souls of these two people suddenly had a color, no longer gray and white before.

Only then did Fang Jingzhe see that the woman in the beige dress was all moon white, with dark patterns embroidered on the sleeves and skirt, which looked very gorgeous.

And the little girl with the double ring bun is in a goose yellow dress, which is suitable for her lively age.

The woman in the moon-white beige dress had a hint of warmth in her expression when she saw the little maid.

She smiled and said, "Yao'er, why did you come to Xitang? If the village head finds out, he will definitely reprimand you."

After hearing Li Xiuyuan's words, Li Anyao showed a look of fear, "Then sister Xiuyuan, please don't tell the village chief, as long as sister Xiuyuan doesn't tell, no one else will know."

"Oh, of course I won't tell the village chief, but it's not good for you to come to Xitang..." Li Xiuyuan's eyebrows showed a trace of sadness when she said this, but she quickly smiled and said: "Yao'er this time I came to look for my sister, do you want something again? Hairpins, earrings, or rouge and gouache?"

"Yao'er came to listen to Sister Xiuyuan's storytelling. Last time, Sister Xiuyuan agreed to Yao'er."

Li Xiuyuan smiled and nodded, "Well, there is such a thing."

At this moment, Li Xiuyuan suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction where Fang Jingzhe was standing.

Her eyes seemed to pass through the long river of time, and fell directly on Fang Jingzhe.

Fang Jingzhe could even clearly feel the sizing eyes of the other party.

Seeing that Li Xiuyuan hadn't started telling the story for a long time, Li Anyao grabbed Li Xiuyuan's arm and swayed it back and forth, and said in a low voice, "Sister Xiuyuan, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, a hint of doubt suddenly appeared on Li Xiuyuan's face, and then she lamented: "After all, it won't work!"

"Sister Xiuyuan, what's wrong?"

Li Xiuyuan smiled miserably, "It's okay, now my sister will tell Yao'er a story."

Speaking of which, Li Xiuyuan gently stroked Li Anyao's head, and then said: "This time, my sister told Yao'er a story about a guard and a princess who has been imprisoned for many years."

Li Xiuyuan's voice was very nice, like the tinkling of the clear spring in front of the mountain.

……

Long, long ago, the nobles in the palace left a princess.

The nobleman has high hopes for this princess, and wants mothers to be worthy of their daughters.

Because she is the youngest daughter of the emperor, the emperor was very happy to be a daughter when she was old.

But the little princess was not too happy.

The emperor sent the little princess to the palace of a certain concubine, saying that she would raise the princess.

Since then, the little princess has never seen her biological mother again.

But as she grew older, the little princess found that the emperor looked at her more and more strangely, and often pulled herself to say something she couldn't understand.

And every time he talked, the emperor would start to feel sad. Although he didn't shed tears, the sadness couldn't be concealed at all.

One day, the little princess was traveling with the emperor and met a handsome imperial guard.

This was the first time the little princess saw a foreigner, and the imperial guards were overwhelmed by the little princess's stunning appearance.

And the little princess also felt her heart beating faster, as if she had an inexplicable affection.

Back in the room, she could no longer calm down, distracting thoughts floated up, and her mind was in a mess.

The little princess knew that she might be the guard she liked.

Speaking of this, Li Xiuyuan suddenly stopped, and Li Anyao at the side said, "Why didn't my sister stop talking? And then?"

"The next time my sister tells you that the village head may be coming back, you should go back to your room first, and don't let the village head find out."

Although Li Anyao was somewhat reluctant, she really didn't want to be caught by the village head. The last time she sneaked into the wedding hall, she was locked up by the village head. It was so dark there that she didn't want to be locked up again.

Watching Li Anyao's figure walking towards the door of Xitang and then disappearing slowly, Fang Jingzhe looked at Li Xiuyuan again.

Li Xiuyuan watched Li Anyao leave, so she took out a strip of cloth from her sleeve, and then gently pushed the back of the table, a small drawer popped out from under the table, she put the strip in, and then Return the drawer.

After doing this, Li Xiuyuan looked deeply at Fang Jingzhe for a long time, and knocked on the table twice with her hand, and then disappeared.

……

Fang Jingzhe stepped forward and knocked on the spot where Li Xiuyuan knocked just now, her voice was normal.

He rubbed the back of the table with his hand in doubt, and soon found a small groove, and pulled it a little harder.

Sure enough, a small drawer popped out under the table.

Fang Jingzhe took out the cloth strip from the drawer without hesitation.

Due to the long time, the cloth strip has turned yellow, but there are six beautiful handwriting on it.

【Come find me in the main tomb】

This handwriting...

It is the same as the strange game prompt that Fang Jingzhe saw before! ! !
Fang Jingzhe's eyes flickered slightly, looking at the empty wedding hall, could it be that what he saw just now was the scene where Li Xiuyuan left a reminder for himself?

Li Xiuyuan... surnamed Li... may have something to do with the royal family of the Tang Dynasty...

Thinking about the story about the princess that Li Xiuyuan just told, the protagonist could not be herself?

Fang Jingzhe narrowed his eyes, he knew that if he wanted to unravel all this, he had to go to the main tomb.

He is now almost certain that the person buried in this mausoleum is probably Li Xiuyuan, but why did things develop like this?
What happened between Li Xiuyuan and Concubine Yang?

……

The scenery around Fang Jingzhe was changing rapidly, and he returned to the home of the village chief just now.

Everything that happened before was like a dream.

But Fang Jingzhe looked at the cloth in his hand and knew that everything was real, at least in this dungeon.

Fang Jingzhe was going to look for Qiao Xuewei in the yard, but just as she took a step, she heard bursts of mournful cries from the room next to her.

That is the cry of women.

The cry floated back and forth in the "Hui"-shaped courtyard, as if resonating with the entire building.

Fang Jingzhe didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but when he thought that this thing might cause trouble, he walked towards the room where the sound came from without haste.

At this moment, the sky was already very dim, but at the same time, Fang Jingzhe's flashlight flickered again.

Suddenly, the door opened without a sound, and the crying became louder.

Fang Jingzhe's idea is very simple, no matter what it is, just chop it off.

There was a faint stench in the room, as if a person had been soaked in water for several months and then fished out and exposed to the sun.

This room is the guest room on the first floor, but there are many curtains in this room.

That cry was hidden behind countless curtains.

The Tang knife in Fang Jingzhe's hand was covered with a faint blue layer, and with a chop, all the curtains fell silently, and the crying stopped abruptly.

At this time, Fang Jingzhe saw a portrait of a woman hanging behind the curtain.

Lines of small ink characters on the portrait are very eye-catching.

"Why hasn't my sister come to tell me stories..."

"I miss my sister so much..."

"They won't let me go out, where did my sister go..."

"A strange guest came to Mrs. Village Chief's house today..."

"His hair is so short, and he is carrying a strange-looking backpack. He holds a knife in his hand. Could it be that he is also a guard with a knife..."

"I seem to be in love with him..."

"He... is reading the text I left..."

(End of this chapter)