After rebirth, White Lotus forced her husband to be a good man

Chapter 33 Xiao Yan secretly goes to Jiayu’s Mausoleum
In the early morning, a sedan with a plain green canopy in the palace stopped outside the gate of Qin Wuhou's mansion. Three or two slaves carried large and small packages and stepped forward to put them on the car. However, they were stopped by two Ling Hong who were accompanying the palace. The armored guards stopped him, their eyes were cold and their expressions straightened, "The rules in the palace are that those who guard the imperial mausoleum enter the mausoleum cleansed, and these things are not allowed on the carriage."

Qin Yuwang stepped out of the palace gate, and Ye Niansi followed not far behind her. He saw the sedan and two escorting guards coming in front, and had a heated argument with several domestic slaves.

Qin Yuwang looked at the prepared things, but there was nothing she could bring to Ye Niansi. A deep worry flashed in her almond-shaped eyes.Everyone heard that Jiayu was a bitter and cold place. Ye Niansi went there alone, but how could he cope with it?

Ye Niansi walked to the side of the sedan, turned around, and looked at Qin Yuwang on the steps with his dark eyes. There was a complex meaning in his expression. He glanced at the piles of packages next to him, raised his hand, and lifted the package that was pressed underneath. He picked up a rabbit lantern and glanced sideways at the escorting guards, "You two gentlemen, I wonder if I can take this with me."

The two men looked at each other and thought that this thing could neither keep warm nor wrap the belly, so why bother?He just thought that he was just a dying person, dying in a remote place in a poor country, and his soul was scattered thousands of miles away, so as long as he couldn't be helped, it didn't matter what he wanted to take with him.

The two guards nodded quickly, and Ye Niansi lifted his legs and lowered his waist to sit on the sedan.

The carriage drove away slowly, and the sedan chair was swaying, getting smaller and smaller in Tan Yuwang's sight, and became increasingly invisible.She raised her almond-shaped eyes, looked far away in the direction where the little tyrant left, and took a breath.

Ye Niansi, who was on the sedan chair, had his back against the seat at the moment and his expression was indifferent. He knew that the place he was going to was called Jiayu, where the souls of the royal family were buried. It was the mausoleum of emperors of all generations. They rested here, looking at the people they once protected. These thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are changing their appearance day by day.

He raised his hand and rolled down his sleeve slightly, revealing a white and thick wrist. He slightly opened the sedan curtain and saw only a bustling crowd outside, and the small stalls on the street were all selling a kind of round food.The slightly cute little thing was hovering up and down in the boiling hot soup. After cooking, its belly was round and floating on the soup surface, like crystal clear beads.

He had seen it in a book and said that this kind of food is called Yuanxiao. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, every household will eat Yuanxiao. Couples will eat it, parents will eat it, and children will eat it. Yuanxiao symbolizes happiness, happiness, and the coming year. , all the beauty and happiness can stay, and all the love and warmth will be responded to.

He slowly lowered the sedan curtain, his whole body was very cold. He raised his hand to touch the snow fox vest he was wearing in his robe. The delicate and warm fluff had rolled in Tan Yuwang's hands and arms.

At this moment, he stretched out his slender fingers and gently stroked the fine hair. The coldness in his heart seemed to disappear for a moment. However, when he realized that he was doing this action and having such thoughts, he frowned slightly. With disdain and disgust for himself in his eyes, he put down his hand and his posture returned to normal.

The scenery outside the sedan gradually became bleak. Jiayu was not very close to the capital, but the carriage moved very fast after leaving the capital. Ye Niansi held the beam on the sedan and endured the bumps.

When the road finally leveled off, he felt something sticky in his hands. He frowned and let go of his hands, only to find a large amount of brown blood stained on his palms.

He looked at the beams of the sedan with his dark eyes. There was indeed blood underneath, but because it was originally made of reddish-brown rotten wood, the blood stains were not obvious, so he did not notice it when he got on the carriage.

He looked at his hands and realized that the carriage he was sitting in now had someone in the palace killing someone in the past. This was not unusual. What was interesting was that, whether intentionally or not, he was sitting in a carriage. In a car where many people have died, they are about to go to a place full of dead people.

As if he should stay there too.It seems that this line of work is indeed not simple.

Qin Wuhou Mansion.

Qin Yuwang was lying on the bed, with her almond-shaped eyes wide open, staring straight at the curtains on her bed. Liu Ye knocked on the door several times but got no response. She saw that the door was not locked, so He glanced secretly through the crack in the door and said in a louder voice, "Second Miss, it's time for dinner! Did the slave bring it in for you?"

Qin Yuwang took a deep breath, his almond-shaped eyes slid towards the door, and his voice was bored, "Come in."

Willow Ye walked in carrying a mahogany plate with gold trim. When she reached the table, she leaned slightly against it and placed a bowl of rice, a plate of abalone, a plate of lion's head, a plate of pork knuckle, a plate of blood duck and a cup on the plate. The shrimp, seaweed and egg drop soup was placed firmly on the table, "It's ready, miss."

Tan Yuwang lay on the bed and sighed, but he remained motionless.

Liu Ye put the plate in front of her and glanced sideways at Qin Yuwang. Seeing her look as if she hadn't seen her for a day, she felt really happy.She knew how much Ye Niansi had suffered, and it was not easy for someone to treat him so sincerely now.

Although Ye Niansi was cruel to others, he was helpless when it came to Qin Yuwang. Before leaving, he left a full ten days of "antidote" for Qin Yuwang, letting Liu Ye dundu mix it into her soup. She drinks it.

Qin Yuwang sat up from the bed, with messy black hair on her head. She raised her eyes and looked at Liuye, "You said that Ye Niansi didn't bring anything to eat or wear when he went there, so he won't suffer, right?"

Liu Ye could not know this. She comforted Qin Yuwang, "Second Miss, I heard that the imperial mausoleum is also served by eunuchs. Although there are fewer people, the food, clothing, housing and transportation should still be sufficient." She turned to look After taking a look at the sky, it was almost night since Ye Niansi was picked up in the morning. Tan Yuwang had been lying in bed for most of the day and had no appetite for lunch.

"On the other hand, Miss, you haven't eaten well all day. These dishes were just cooked in the kitchen. Miss, can you use some?" Liu Ye stepped forward to help Tan Yuwang and sit at the table.

Tan Yuwang's round little face has indeed lost a lot of weight recently. In the past, she did not have such a heavy workload. She would go to the library before dawn every day and could not rest until the evening. She picked up three or five pills with chopsticks. Rice was stuffed into his mouth with dull eyes.

The rice used in the house of Marquis Qin Wu is all high-quality tribute rice. It has plump grains and a glutinous and sweet taste. It is a rare product among grains. Qin Yuwang also said that this rice tastes good in the past, but today, when he ate it, he could not taste it. The taste comes.

She comforted herself, "Yes, that's the imperial mausoleum. Prince Xiao goes there every year. Even if they don't like Ye Niansi, they will definitely not neglect Prince Xiao. The food and clothing arrangements there will not let him." Cold clothes and cold food.”

Thinking of this, Qin Yuwang reluctantly relaxed a little. She definitely didn't care about him too much. After all, whether the little tyrant was living well or not had nothing to do with her.She was just afraid that something big or small would happen to him on that mountain, and that he would have the idea of ​​seizing his direct descendants and annihilating the world, and wipe out all her kindness to him. That was what really made her uncomfortable. things.

At that time, the speed of the carriage that Ye Niansi was riding on had gradually slowed down. He estimated the horse's distance, and seeing the darkening sky, he guessed that it had arrived at the Jiayu Emperor's Mausoleum.

The carriage stopped, and Ye Niansi stepped down from the sedan chair. He raised his black eyes slightly, and what came into view was a majestic white-tiled hall.The main hall here has no eaves, and the roof of the entire hall is supported by thick beams. The inside and outside are painted with white paint, making it look cold and eerie.

The two guards who had escorted him turned their horses and spoke to him condescendingly, "Your Highness the Night King, this is the Mausoleum of Emperor Jiayu. In accordance with the Holy Order, we will send you here to worship with you in the palace for ten days. Ten days later, we will not be able to return to the capital until we deliver the staff to His Highness."

Before Ye Niansi could respond, they quickly disappeared from his sight.The cold wind howled, and Ye Niansi tightened his clothes slightly, looking at the desolate sacrificial hall with black eyes. He walked in step by step with his long legs, only to find that no one who was supposed to be cleaning the hall was there.

This is the only large palace. Other than that, there are tombs buried three feet in the ground for thousands of miles. When you get closer, you can see that there are seven tablets enshrined in the palace. The middle one is "Xiao Jue, Emperor Gaozu of the Yu Dynasty", and the next two are Half of the side belongs to the Ye family and the other half belongs to the Xiao family.

He had also heard the legend of Xiao Jue's abdication. The emperor who unified the five kingdoms of Yuan, Zhan, Jing, Sheng, and Yu by force 300 years ago originally stayed here after his death.That emperor really had a talent for conquering the world that ordinary people could not understand. He was extremely vicious and ruthless, and no grass grew wherever he went. Later, he decided to abdicate only because he realized that those who can conquer the world may not be able to cure the world.

His dark eyes slowly slid towards the tablet of the Ye family. After seven generations of emperors, excluding Xiao Jue, the Ye family has been hereditary for six generations. Because the Ye family was originally a noble family, compared to Xiao Jue's status as a farmer, the Ye family was born to nurture the emperor. And as.The children of the Ye family are well versed in the golden mean and have created a balanced trend in the world. They have gradually and completely abandoned Xiao Jue's concept of governing the country by force, allowing the world to rule the world with a wrong word and a life lost. pattern.

A cold wind blew outside the main hall. Ye Niansi's face turned frosty. The sound of the howling cold wind echoed in the empty hall. He tightened his robe and walked towards the back of the main hall. He found a very small room next to the hall, in which was placed A shabby bed with spider webs around it. The windows in the room were broken and leaky, but they were slightly better than those in the main hall.

There was no one here, no food, the sky was all over the ground, and every inch of grass was covered with snow. Late at night, Ye Niansi walked out of the hall, found a thick stick in the grass, turned over the snow, dug out some grass roots, and mixed it with Snow, slowly swallow the grass root.He estimated how much grass he could eat around here and calculated that he must persist until the day he returned to Beijing.

At midnight, the candlelight in the main hall was strong, and the cold wind blew, and the small candle flame swayed with the wind. According to the etiquette of guarding the mausoleum, one needs to kneel from Zi hour and end at Mao hour, with four hours as a round. Back and forth every day.

Ye Niansi saw a kneeling mat in the hall. He raised his black eyes and scanned the many tablets. He knelt down, but the moment he touched the kneeling mat, his knees suddenly hurt.

He frowned and sat aside, only to see a thick rusty nail pierced into his knee, and his moon-green robe was stained a little red with blood.He looked at the kneeling mat with dark eyes, stretched out his hand to lift the top layer of cloth, and saw dozens of long nails spread underneath, with the tips of each pointing straight up.

Ye Niansi took a breath, then pulled out the nail with an expressionless face, cut a long strip of fabric from the corner of his clothes, and wrapped the wound.Then, he calmly dropped the nails in the mat aside and knelt down.

There was a flash of coldness in his turbulent black eyes, and after a moment, he was as calm as the sea of ​​ten thousand, motionless.

Halfway up the mountainside in the distance, a handsome white horse stood proudly on the edge of a long cliff. Xiao Yan was wearing a red and black riding cotton robe, with his hair hanging high, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. The moonlight reflected on his unparalleled handsome face. On his face, those gentle and gentle eyes showed a complicated expression at the moment.

Behind them were five powerful dead warriors riding black horses, with only their eyes exposed. Their bodies were covered in black, as if they had been introduced into the smoke. In the dark night, the daggers on their waists were flashing with dazzling light. Almost all of them came from Wu Zhao, the hometown of fine craftsmanship, was a dead man selected by Xiao Zhen.Anyone singled out among them can remove the head of any enemy within a three-foot radius in the blink of an eye.

A dead soldier who was a little closer to Xiao Yan glanced at him, his voice was hoarse and his original tone was unclear, "Your Highness, do you want to take action now?"

"Wait a little longer, wait until the mao hour passes," Xiao Yan stared at the main hall with his sword eyes. In the imperial mausoleum are seven generations of emperors from the Xiao and Ye families. They are blessed by wise souls. If they enter the imperial mausoleum but do not obey the etiquette of retreating from the mausoleum. , will inevitably be punished by God.

This is a rule that Xiao Yan has known since he was a child.After nine o'clock, Ye Niansi would probably come out of the main hall. The area around the main hall was flat. In front of this high mountain, mourning grass was everywhere, and there was no place to block him. At that time, it would be the day of his death.

Xiao Yan looked at the palace from a distance. At night, he could vaguely see Ye Niansi kneeling in front of the memorial tablet. He knelt so silently, even if there was no one else in the place, and even he himself was the only one who was eating. Unsatisfactory.

Xiao Yan felt disgusted and jealous of him from the bottom of his heart, but he did not originally want to kill him.In today's world, he is already destined to win. As soon as the spring season comes, the civil and military officials of the entire court will write to the emperor to make him the crown prince.It has been 300 years since the Xiao family's world was taken away by the Ye family. He is not the only one who can't wait.

Therefore, Ye Niansi must die.He is a useless person, a coward, who has lived and slept in the cold palace for these years, yet he has the status of a legitimate son.As long as he dies and Ye Shi helps him, there will be no hope.

At that time, Tan Yuwang can live happily with him forever.

At that time, everyone in Marquis Qin Wu's mansion had already rested. The old lady heard that the Night King was ordered to go to Jiayu to guard the imperial mausoleum. She was still a little worried as the night approached. She asked Qin Yu some things, and then she felt a little comforted before she managed to fall asleep.

As the lights in the old lady's room went out, there was only one small courtyard with lights on in the house. Tan Yuwang was lying on the table, next to an oil lamp, tears from the candles kept rolling down, because the heating in the house was very strong, and the tears condensed The water was not flowing quickly, it accumulated drop by drop, and was about to fall on her hand.

Tan Yuwang closed her eyes tightly, resting her head on her arms, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, and she frowned tightly.

In the white mist, it was snowing heavily. Ye Niansi was running in the snow, running very fast. There were many people chasing him behind him, including the emperor in dragon robe, the good concubine with sharp eyebrows, and There were many, many people whose faces she couldn't see clearly. They took knives and slashed his back one by one. His blood flowed on the snow, dyeing an extremely bright red in the vast white field. .

"No, don't hurt him..." Qin Yuwang muttered.

But how could those people hear her?She ran to them and held the knife in their hands, but they pushed her away and rushed forward like crazy. Ye Niansi finally ran away and fell on the ice. She could only watch. They tortured him with knife after knife, not letting him escape...

A drop of wax dripped from the lampstand and hit the tiger's mouth on the back of Tan Yuwang's hand. She suddenly woke up, sat upright, her almond-shaped eyes widened by the candlelight, and breathed heavily.

She felt as if the corners of her eyes were sticky. When she raised her hand and touched them, she felt that there were faint tears. When she touched them again, her entire eyelashes became wet in strands.

She looked sideways at the Qingyue Potian Bow hanging beside her bed, resolutely stood up and picked it up, put on her velvet cloak, and opened the door with both hands.

In the courtyard, heavy snowflakes were falling, and the ground that was still cold just now was now covered with a layer of thick snow that almost covered the insteps of my shoes.Her almond-shaped eyes looked far into the sky, and a strong worry flashed in them. Around the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it had never snowed so heavily in the capital. She still remembered the content of the dream just now, and her heart was beating thumpingly at this moment. With.

Even though she has no love and cruel hatred for the little tyrant, since he can't die, she can't let his life be so miserable. She wants him to know that there are still people in this world who "love" him, give him warmth, and give him care.

Even if these are all fake.

(End of this chapter)