Dressed as a tyrant and kissing the little queen

Chapter 250 Li Song 1
The sky is blue in winter, and the long wind blows with chills, causing the pedestrians on the road to tighten their necks.

Two horses, one black and one white, came rattling along the official road. The speed was not too fast, and it could even be said to be very slow.

The man on the black horse was wearing black clothes, and he obviously slowed down on purpose, so as to walk side by side with the girl who was riding a white horse and wearing a pink and white fox fur cloak.

Although the man in black clothes cherishes the beauty, but the horse is very puzzled.

Seeming to be quite impatient with the slow pace of the master, the horse dragged its neck and neighed a few times from time to time, making a gesture of galloping forward.

But the man in black only shook the rein of the horse to appease him, and he refused to speed up at all.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to wait for me deliberately."

Qin Luoyu tilted his head, and said to Ling Junxing seriously, "I have seen the map and know the way. If you follow this official road, you will be able to reach the official tomb of Beimang Mountain. You can go first, in the official tomb Just wait for me at the entrance."

In fact, her speed could have been faster, but today it was too cold and the wind cut her face like a knife, so she unconsciously slowed down.

A person like Ling Junxing who is used to riding fast horses may feel that her current speed is very slow.

Moving forward at such a slow pace, he might feel aggrieved.

Even if he didn't feel aggrieved, his horse did, neighing impatiently many times along the way.

Lord Ling reined the horse lightly, pulled back the horse that was about to gallop wildly, and said in a low voice, "It's okay. It's good to walk slowly, and you can enjoy the scenery."

Qin Luoyu: "."

Where can I see the scenery in this winter?

But anyway, he waited as long as he liked, just don't think about her riding the same horse with him again.

She has not yet completely shaken off the shadow that Lingjun's trip brought to her last night, and she still does not want to get too close to him.

Otherwise, you can share a ride with him as before.

The emperor's horse walked slowly, so Jueying and Chanjuan naturally couldn't go fast either.

But they should not get too close, so they fell far behind, almost walking on the bridle.

After walking slowly all the way, the official tomb of Beimang Mountain finally arrived.

Earlier, Xiao Shangyan said that the remains of the former emperor's Lingwu were buried in the official tomb of Beimang Mountain.

According to Xiao Shangyan's plan that day, after Qin Luoyu fled, when Daqin ceded Luocheng to the Ling Kingdom, he should have informed Ling Junxing of the news, so that Ling Junxing could not refuse.

It's just that the incident with Aunt Wen happened later, and all the plans were disrupted.

Xiao Shangyan was imprisoned, so naturally no one told Ling Junxing that the late emperor Lingwu still had a cemetery in the official tomb of Beimang Mountain.

Hence, Qin Luoyu had no choice but to bring Lord Ling to this place in person.

However, when he came, Qin Luoyu didn't say that he came to worship Lingwu.

She made a fool of herself, "The concubine wants to ask the emperor to accompany her to pay homage to an old friend."

Ling Junxing probably thought it was some old friend of hers in the Great Qin Kingdom, but he didn't refuse, and came with her.

The official mausoleum is very large, fortunately, Qin Luoyu had asked Xiao Shangyan before, and he knew the approximate location of Lingwu's burial.

Therefore, it didn't take much effort to find a small grave in the northeast corner.

The tomb is very small and simple, and there is no monument in front of the tomb, only a small wooden signboard.

When Xiao Shangyan buried Lingwu, in view of Lingwu's identity, it was naturally impossible to erect a monument for him, but he simply ordered someone to put up a wooden plaque with the words "Tomb of Lingwu" and let it go.

The wooden plaque has been exposed to wind and rain for more than half a year, and it is somewhat rotten, but the words "Tomb of Lingwu" can still be vaguely distinguished on it.

When he saw the words on the wooden sign clearly, Ling Junxing froze and his expression changed.

He settled down, looked at Qin Luoyu, and said in a deep voice, "This is it?"

"This is the tomb of the late emperor. When Xiao Shangyan ordered people to clean up the palace, he buried the remains of the late emperor and the sword here."

Qin Luoyu said softly, "He originally planned to tell the emperor when Luocheng was handed over, but before he could tell, he was imprisoned by the emperor."

Ling Junxing seemed to be shocked, staring at the words "Tomb of Lingwu" in disbelief, standing still for a long time, as if he had lost his soul.

Qin Luoyu couldn't bear to look at him, so he stepped back lightly.

After the death of the first emperor Lingwu, there was no body left, so he had to set up a tomb in the imperial tomb.

According to the book, this incident is one of Ling Junxing's greatest regrets.

Now that the remains of the late emperor are still there, perhaps the regret in Ling Junxing's heart can be made up to some extent.

Qin Luoyu and Chanjuan waited for a long time before Ling Junxing slowly came out of the official tomb.

Jueying followed him, and when she saw Qin Luoyu, she gave her a very complicated look.

When passing by, he unexpectedly stopped on his own initiative, rarely bowed and saluted, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, ma'am."

Qin Luoyu waved his hands nonchalantly, glanced at Ling Junxing who might have lost one of his souls, and whispered, "Is your majesty alright?"

Jueying shook his head lightly, but there was worry in his eyes.

On the way back, Mr. Ling was very silent. From the official tomb to the palace, he hardly said a word.

Qin Luoyu was so anxious, she told Ling Junxing where the late emperor's bones were buried, did she do nothing wrong?

He was so silent, was he surprised, happy, sad or angry?

In the evening, Ling Junxing did not return to the bedroom for a long time.

Jueying came to her suddenly, "Mother, the emperor came back from the official mausoleum, and stayed in the Linguang Hall all the time, never came out."

He hesitated for a moment, and actually had a pleading intention: "If it is possible, can the empress go and see the emperor?"

Qin Luoyu was actually a little worried about the state of Ling Junxing.After thinking about it, I still followed Jueying.

Still far away from Linguang Hall, Qin Luoyu heard the faint sound of a flute.

The sound of the flute is low and sad, which makes people feel compassionate in this silent winter night.

"It's a song of departure from the Ling Kingdom." Jueying said, "The emperor has been playing it for a long time."

Repeatedly, only playing this song of departure.

Qin Luoyu's heart twitched slightly, "Is it the song of leaving that the Pope played by Miss Zhong back then?"

Jueying nodded, and said in a low voice: "When the emperor was young in Prince Zhao's Mansion, he often played this song, and sometimes he couldn't sleep all night."

Every time at this time, he and the old steward knew that the emperor was either having a nightmare, dreaming of Miss Zhong.

Or, it's because of Mr. Ji's illness that he can't sleep because of worries.

But in the past few years, the emperor has seldom played this song of departure.

Unexpectedly, it was blown again tonight. Once it was blown, it took so long.

When Qin Luoyu walked into Linguang Hall lightly, he saw that cold and lonely black figure sitting on the cold stone steps in the hall, playing a small green bamboo flute with downcast eyes.

The sound of the flute slowly flowed out from his lips, the tune was cold and lingering, as if filled with endless sadness.

And his whole person seemed to be shrouded in this sadness, lonely, lonely, dejected, and lonely.

It looked inexplicably distressing.

(End of this chapter)