Crown Jewels

Chapter 74 Entering Daxingshan Temple

After a while, the guard folded his fists with both hands, lowered his eyes and said respectfully:
"General Song, I found a coffin in front of me, I ordered someone to carry it out, waiting for you to pass."

Song Yan's eyes narrowed, his footsteps flew like flying, and he ordered the guards to open the coffin.

The coffin was heavy, and the heavy wooden cover was slowly pushed away by the soldiers. Song Yan looked at the situation inside the coffin, his pupils shrank slightly.

The corpse inside the coffin was not decomposed, and even the flesh and blood were intact, but it looked even more pervasive.

The skin and flesh on his body are not complete, it seems...

Like being stripped artificially.

The surrounding guards all gasped and turned their eyes away.

This scene is really terrifying.

Rao, they have followed Song Yan for a long time, and they have already died on the battlefield. Looking at the scene, they still feel a little uncomfortable.

Song Yan clenched his fists and bowed towards the coffin with a gloomy and ugly expression.

After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "Building the coffin..."

In any case, after the truth is known, the people inside should be buried in the ground as soon as possible.

Song Yan changed into his official uniform, took off his armor, and walked into the palace gate with heavy steps.

In the main hall, the empress Gu Jun sat on a high platform.

In just a few years, the empress, who was originally charming and charming, was also stained with silver threads on her sideburns.

In addition to the majesty, those eyes are more cold and tired.

Burning incense bursts, smoke white mist curling up.

Gu Jun propped her forehead, looking tired, did not open her eyes, only her voice came from the hall, which seemed a bit ethereal.

"General Song—"

"I asked you to investigate, is there any progress?"

Song Yan raised his eyebrows solemnly, lifted his official robe and bowed down to worship, glanced at the empress on the high platform, and said slowly:
"Your Majesty, I found out that the coffin was made, and the people inside..."

The voice suddenly stopped, and after a while, he was full of mourning.

"It should be Prince Gong!"

As soon as the words fell, the empress on the high platform suddenly opened her eyes...

The gentle wind outside the window blew the curtains, and the gauze swayed on the boy's sleeping face, arousing bursts of itching.

Song Yan slowly opened his eyes, and saw the beads hanging on the bedside curtain, swaying gently in the wind.

Under the sun, the fluttering edges are shining with the brilliance of pearls and jade.

Blinking, Song Yan hissed lightly, and raised his hand to rub the sore forehead.

The lightly drooping eyelashes revealed the irritability and impatience of a young man.

The eyelashes hang down a little bit of shadow, and the memories in the dream come back.

Song Yan held the beads of the bed curtain into his palm, his eyelids twitched violently, and horror flashed across his eyes.

In the teaching room of the academy, the head of the mountain, Lu Jiuxi, is good at teaching.

Song Yan dipped his pen and ink, covered his head, and drew something on the rice paper.

"Hey brother, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Song Yan didn't raise his head, Fu Sinian couldn't help asking in a low voice.

He went to Jinyiwei's government office today, and then returned to his academy.

From sitting in this position to the hour when Shan Chang talked freely, his good brother didn't even give him half a look.

Song Yan's eyes fell on a certain place on the rice paper, and his eyes were definitely thinking about something.

"Hey--"

Fu Sinian got angry and poked directly with his elbow. Song Yan was unprepared, and the hand holding the pen and ink fell on the rice paper in an instant.

Looking at the ink stains on the rice paper, Song Yan gritted his teeth and almost destroyed the whole paper.

Just when he was about to raise his head to teach Fan Fu Sinian a lesson, Song Yan's whole body suddenly froze.

After a while, under Fu Sinian's incredulous gaze, he muttered in a low voice:

"It really looks like the dream—"

After finishing speaking, Song Yan crumpled the rice paper on the table decisively, then splashed ink again, and hung his head for another half a quarter of an hour.

On the rice paper, it seems that the vegetation is rich and the pines and cypresses stand tall.

Song Yan looked at the painting, his eyes sparkled.

"Hey, what are you drawing?"

Fu Sinian was a little dissatisfied with Song Yan's ignorance, and muttered in a low voice with disgust in his eyes.

Song Yan squinted at him, folded the rice paper like a treasure, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

Only then did he look at Fu Sinian slowly, with a look of overturning old scores.

Fu Sinian shut up resentfully, imitating Song Yanfang for a while, picked up a brush and ink and drew two strokes on the rice paper, then coughed lightly.

Seeing Song Yan look over, Fu Sinian motioned him to look at the rice paper, and replied softly:

"Brother, I understand now that your stomach is as big as the eye of a needle!"

Seeing the pitch-black things on the rice paper, the corners of Song Yan's mouth twitched.

This painting is all nonsense.

Ignoring Song Yan's black face, Fu Sinian tried his best to persuade him:
"Brother, why are you twisting your muscles, at least let you prop up two boats in the eye of a needle?"

"After all, you have to improve too? To reach the same level as me, right?"

"..."

Song Yan squinted at him and gave him a "shut up" look.

Seeing Song Yan become angry from embarrassment, Fu Sinian coughed, and changed the subject tactically:

"Hey! I heard Sister Lemei said——"

"Isn't the old lady in the house going to Daxingshan Temple these few days?"

"Why didn't I see any movement from you?"

Song Yan drooped his eyelids, not showing much enthusiasm.

"The head of the mountain will go after the lecture!"

"The left and right temples and academies are all in the southern suburbs, so I'll just drive there directly."

"Is that so..."

Fu Sinian glanced at the female students from the Eastern Region, and with a bit of interest in his eyes, he said to Song Yan in a tone-deaf manner.

"Then you go there and have a good time, maybe—"

Fu Sinian raised his eyebrows, "What surprises can we meet?"

After finishing speaking, he patted Song Yan lightly and said.

"When the time comes, you don't have to be too grateful to me!"

Seeing Fu Sinian's triumphant look, Song Yan snorted lightly, not paying attention to his words.

Fu Sinian didn't care, just smiled lightly, with deep meaning in his eyes.

The bronze bell rang, and Song Yan directly carried the burden and headed towards Daxingshan Temple.

Huifeng was peaceful, and Song Leyi helped the old lady get out of the carriage.

Round eyes looked around, and from a long distance, he saw beside the stone lion at the mountain gate of Daxingshan Temple, a young man doing nothing.

With a root of grass in his mouth, Song Yan squinted his eyes and waited lazily.

Although today is not Buddha's birthday, there is an endless stream of officials and wives coming and going.

Song Yan was thinking about what he dreamed about last night, when he felt his robe being pulled.

He glanced casually, and saw the girl doll in a goose-yellow skirt, blinking her eyes and looking at her pitifully.

Seeing Song Leyi's appearance, Song Yan subconsciously felt excited.

Sure enough, the next moment!
The female doll slowly took out a "ghost" mask from behind, and waved it in front of him, her face was replaced by excitement.

"Brother, Master took me to appreciate "Lanling King Entering the Battle Song" yesterday."

"The master said that because Gao Changgong's face is too handsome, he used a ghost mask to cover his face before he went to the battlefield, so as to increase his deterrence on the battlefield. Only then did he become invincible."

Song Leyi's eyes fell on the beauty's tip above Song Yan's head for a while, then retracted on the verge of Song Yan's impatience, and then said seriously.

"Brother, I wasn't worried—"

"But you know, you look like me, and I look good."

"Handsome is not an exaggeration. I'm afraid that you will be disadvantaged by this appearance on the battlefield in the future, so I made you a ghost mask."

As she spoke, Song Leyi stuffed the ghost mask into Song Yan's hands, her small face slightly raised, and the old god was behind her hands, waiting for Song Yan to praise her expression.

Song Yan casually glanced at the mask and twitched the corner of his mouth, it was really staring, with fangs like a ghost.

What age is this?

It is true that some soldiers wear masks on the battlefield, but they are also used in conjunction with thick armor and felt.

The reason for wearing an iron mask has absolutely nothing to do with "beautiful face".

(End of this chapter)