The emperor's favorite useless concubine

Chapter 187 Everyone Sees It
"I think it's pretty good." He Lanxue was not at all frustrated by this image, but laughed instead: "Who says I look like a woman."

Feng Jiu looked at the sky speechlessly, but a smile escaped from the corner of her eyes.

The prince is still the prince, even though he is sitting on the world, it still hasn't changed.

"Let's go and rest. Although the current situation is not very good, it will not cause any serious trouble. Your Majesty still needs to take care of your body." Feng Jiu finally tried to persuade him kindly.

He Lanxue nodded, and accepted the suggestion humbly, "I'll go back by myself, and you should go back to rest too. You have always been in poor health. If something goes wrong, Feng Qi will investigate it later and encourage my second brother to rebel against me. But it's a headache."

Feng Qi is now temporarily living in Suiyuan. Although her relationship with He Lanqin is still brotherly, Feng Qi's influence on He Lanqin is obvious to all.

"Seventh Sister is sometimes very smart, but sometimes she is really dull." Feng Jiu smiled slightly.

Feng Qi still calls He Lanqin brothers and sisters, and she has truly failed him.

It's just that Feng Jiu didn't know that he had failed someone's heart.The members of the Feng family are all very dull.

He Lanxue also smiled, said goodbye to Feng Jiu, and walked slowly towards the bedroom in the clean and soft morning air. On the way, he thought of Yi Ren who was getting closer and closer day by day, and a feeling of tenderness filled his heart , the boredom of the past few days has also cleared up a lot, but when she remembered that Yi Ren had just returned, she had to accompany him to face the greatest disaster in the sky. After leaving the bedroom, he walked all the way to the Lingshan Mountain at the end of the harem.

Lingshan is the place where the emperors of all dynasties buried their bones.He Lanchun's fake tomb was also placed at this time.

Going up in turn is the tomb of Helan Wuxia and Helan Wushuang.

The mausoleum is not a forbidden place, and there are few people guarding it, only a few patrolling people who come and go, when they see He Lanxue, they just salute respectfully, how dare they stop them.

He Lanxue stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the dense green cypresses on the mountain, the autumn wind swept over the treetops, the dead had a kind of tranquility that the living could hardly match, they were already indifferent.

He Lanxue suddenly remembered that it had been a long, long time, and she hadn't paid homage to her father.

The Empress Dowager has also moved to Lingshan, and she has no time to be buried with He Lanxue, and He Lanxue has not visited her for a long time.

"I don't know if the Celestial Dynasty can survive this calamity safely this time." He Lanxue murmured to herself, her eyes fixed on the tombstone on the top of the mountain, her steps moved slightly, and she walked slowly up the path.

But when he finally stopped in front of the tombstone, he found that there was another person in front of the tombstone.

A woman in a cloak.

The reason why he guessed it was a woman was because such a magnificent back figure could not belong to a man.Even the wide cloak, even the dark color, could not hide her brilliance at all.

It seems that the four words "peerless elegance" were created only for her.

"Are you Wushuang's son, or Wuxia's son?" Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man didn't turn his head, but asked in a calm and natural manner.

He Lanxue froze for a moment, then stared at the man blankly.

The man turned around, the brim of the cloak was pulled down so low that he couldn't see his face clearly, but He Lanxue still felt an oppressive force, an extremely invisible but impossible to ignore oppressive force.Except for Lu Chuan, He Lanxue hadn't felt oppressed by others for a long time.

"Who are you?" He didn't answer directly, but asked in a deep voice.

The man raised his head slightly, and He Lanxue only felt a pair of sharp and insightful eyes sweep across his face, almost subconsciously, the zhenqi in his whole body suddenly expanded, just like an animal's instinct when encountering danger.

"You are Helan Wuxia's son." The man stared at him for a long time before sighing softly, "You really look like your father."

"You know my father?" He Lanxue was startled, trying to suppress the uneasiness in her heart, and asked respectfully.

"I know, very familiar." The man said slowly in a very pleasant mezzo-soprano voice like a dreamer: "When I first met him, he was only in his teens, much younger than you are now. But his eyes are very beautiful , as beautiful as you."

"Are you..." He Lanxue's heart twitched, she seemed to understand, but also didn't seem to understand.

"You are Wuxia's son and you are in the palace, so you are He Lanxue?" The man spoke first before He Lanxue could finish asking.

"Yes, senior is..." He Lanxue had already changed her address.

A person who is contemporary with his father is naturally a senior.

"Just call me Madam." The man smiled, without much hostility. She looked at He Lanxue again, then turned her head and looked at He Lan Wuxia's tomb again.

After Helan Wuxia's tomb is Helan Wushuang's tomb.

The mausoleums of the two are strikingly similar, and they are both very simple in repair. Apart from the different names on the tombstones, the pines and cypresses in front of the tombs, the patterns on the steles, and even the grass between the stone cracks are all exactly the same.

"Wuxia has always admired Wushuang, and I had to learn from him in everything back then. I didn't expect that when I was dying, I would even imitate my brother in the cemetery." The man observed for a long time, and suddenly smiled, "In fact, Wuxia himself is an excellent person, but It was covered by the unparalleled light. It's a pity."

He Lanxue listened in shock, and it took a long time before she came back to her senses, and hesitantly called a name with too many legends.

"Mrs. Xi?"

The man didn't refute, and the figure with his back turned didn't move in the slightest.

"Are you really Mrs. Xi?" He Lanxue almost lost her voice.

In the Celestial Dynasty, and even the entire continent, Madam Xi is really a name with too much mystery. Her disappearance and death, as well as the pattern she left behind in her cemetery, are all topics that everyone talks about. .However, He Lanxue's feelings were particularly deep because of the entanglement between Mrs. Xi and the Helan family, a hero and a beauty, a situation of love, the country has changed hands, what a scene, what a high-spirited.

However, time is ruthless, and people of style are always blown away by the rain and the wind.The former hero has become a cup of loess.The former beauty—is still a beauty, but Xiao Suo is out of the world, and can no longer overturn the clouds and amaze the world.

"Can I go into Wushuang's cemetery and have a look?" Mrs. Xi didn't blame He Lanxue for her gaffe, she just walked a few steps forward, passed Helan Wuxia, and walked to Helan Wushuang's tomb.

"Uncle didn't leave any last words saying that future generations are not allowed to enter, madam please." He Lanxue agreed after a little thought.

Maybe her uncle was waiting for her too.

After waiting for her for so many years, she finally came back to take a look at him.

"Wu Shuang..." Mrs. Xi's tone was very calm, and she said the name again, as if talking about an irrelevant person, "How did he die?"

"He died of illness." He Lanxue followed not far away, and replied truthfully: "Back then, my uncle suddenly got a very strange disease. When the disease broke out, his whole body festered. The imperial doctor was helpless. A month later, my uncle drove west of Hexi. gone."

(End of this chapter)