The emperor's favorite useless concubine

Chapter 188
Madam Xi's body trembled, and her footsteps stopped.

After a while, she took another step.

"That's not a disease." She said softly, "It's poison."

"Is it poison?" He Lanxue was slightly surprised: Is there really something wrong with Uncle's death?

When the Empress Dowager passed away, she said that her father was sorry for her uncle, that they owed He Lanchun, could it be true?
Uncle was poisoned by the emperor?

This thought made He Lanxue feel chills all over. He didn't dare to continue talking, but silently followed behind Madam Xi.

Mrs. Xi has already walked in front of the thousand-jin stone. If such a stone is an ordinary person, it may take a few days and nights to shake it.Even He Lanxue, if her hand is not injured, probably needs some effort.

But he only saw Mrs. Xi stretching out her hand, and her slender fingers, which were as beautiful as jade onion, were pressed against the stone gate--that kind of hand, as white as fat jade, well-proportioned and beautiful, almost flawless.Not at all in the hands of a 'senior'.In a trance, He Lanxue was a little confused about her age, and only felt that she should be an existence beyond time.

Use your fingers lightly, or in other words, there is no trace of force at all.

The thousand-jin stone, which has been covered in dust for many years, is like this, like a piece of tofu, rising slowly, slowly, without any effort.

The boulders drove the dust, and lime mud chips fell down.

The wind in the mountains was terrifying.

He Lanxue's eyes were almost fascinated, the swirling dust sprinkled all over his body, and also sprinkled all over the woman in front of him.

They stood still, waiting for the dust to settle, Madam Xi took off the cloak casually.

A head of jet-black and smooth hair fell down quietly.There are no decorations, no headbands, just draped loosely over the shoulders and down to the waist.

General waterfall.

From the beginning to the end, He Lanxue only saw her back, but just that back aroused his infinite longing for the past world.

Those magnificent figures, that era of elegance.

"It's been almost 20 years, Wushuang." Mrs. Xi narrowed her eyes, looking at the depression in the tomb through the autumn scenery outside.

The empty tomb has no burial, no decorations, just an open space as big as a battlefield, and in the middle of the open space lies a solitary coffin.The coffin for two people is also simple and plain. The dark brown wood has peeled off the paint, and the mottled and vicissitudes of history are written bit by bit.

Mrs. Xi walked straight towards the coffin.Ignore everything and everything around you.

He Lanxue consciously stopped at the entrance of the tomb.

This was also the first time he entered his uncle's cemetery. When He Lan Wushuang passed away, He Lanxue was still young and had no memory at all.

I didn't expect my uncle's cemetery to be so simple.

"20 years ago, I thought we could always win or lose. 20 years later, I just want you to come back to life and look at me again, even if you don't say anything, even if you never loved me." Mrs. Xi Having already walked in, she heard the front of the coffin, Ruyu's fingers slid across the dust on the coffin, the thick dust, under her touch, leaving a gentle curve, "I miss you very much."

He Lanxue stood in the distance and listened, Madam Xi's voice was soft and quiet, leisurely like a girl's longing, not like remembering the dead, but more like whispering to a lover.

He Lanxue was infected by this kind of meditation, he couldn't move or speak, for fear that if he opened his mouth and moved, he would disturb Mrs. Xi's love.

A desperate love buried in death.

Life is cruel.

Whether you love someone or hate someone.

See you again and again.

And cherish.

Mrs. Xi's fingers pinched the crack of the coffin, her movements were still gentle and peaceful, but the nails of more than ten inches were slowly, slowly pulled out amidst such gentle murmurs.

When He Lanxue finally regained consciousness, Mrs. Xi had already lifted the lid of the coffin.

"Don't disturb uncle!" Although He Lanxue didn't want to interfere with the entanglement between He Lan Wushuang and Mrs. Xi, she also knew that the dead are the most important.

It is really disrespectful for a person who has been lying in a coffin for more than ten years to be suddenly exposed to the eyes of others.

But He Lanxue's speed slowed down a step after all. When he rushed over, Mrs. Xi was already standing beside the coffin, and she had a panoramic view of everything inside the coffin.

A pile of bones.

The once handsome young man, the once talented man, and the once gentle and tender, all turned into a pile of bones.

And in the middle of the white bones, a silver butterfly hairpin quickly turned black, and the black became the color of charcoal.

He Lanxue looked at all this in astonishment, then turned to look at Madam Xi.

That was the first time he saw Mrs. Xi face-on.

With just one look, he couldn't move anymore.

He was shocked.

"Yi Ren's guess is correct." Madam Xi ignored He Lanxue's performance, reached out and took out the hairpin from the bone, and rubbed its skin with her fingers. When the fingertips passed, the black oxide layer became silvery white like snow again. On Chai's body, the word "Xi" is so eye-catching,
"If the person you love is me, why didn't you tell me? Why did you fight me to the end? Why did you stay with other women? Why did you throw me to Liu Ruyi? Why did you watch me being imprisoned and tortured coldly? Seeing my life is worse than death!" Mrs. Xi's initial babbling suddenly turned into a furious accusation, her fingers snapped together, and the silver hairpin shattered into dust and powder, fell from between her fingers, and mixed into the bones.

"I only wish that I have never met you in this life!" After Madam Xi said this resolutely, she slapped the coffin heavily with her palm. The coffin collapsed, and the bones in the coffin also turned into dust and mixed with the mud on the ground. She didn't even look at it, she just withdrew her palm lightly and said word by word: "I only wish that I have never loved you in this life."

He Lanxue stared blankly at the debris on the ground, but could not speak out to criticize.

He also saw the debris in her eyes.

Helan Wushuang's cemetery became a mess.

Among the ashes, two people who had just met stood facing each other.

"Go out." Madam Xi was silent for a while, then turned around, determined and cold.

But He Lanxue stared at the debris in front of her for a long time, her eyes were full of storms, she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Life is like a dream and like lightning. True love and fake love are all nothingness." After walking to the entrance of the tomb, Mrs. Xi looked up at the dark wall above her head and sighed as if talking to herself.

She finally knew Helan Wushuang's feelings for her, but so what?
The years are gone, and everything has become nothingness.

"Mrs. Xi, do you know whose bones you smashed just now?" He Lanxue's voice sounded low from behind Mrs. Xi, "It's not my uncle's bones, but my father's. You haven't paid attention to it all this time. What happened, Helan's flawless skeleton.

(End of this chapter)