After the first fool

Chapter 207 Burial
On the day of arriving in the imperial city, there was a light rain falling in the sky, as if even God was crying for someone, the rain washed the bluestone roads in the imperial city, there were few pedestrians in the streets and alleys, only some famous sons, surrounded by servants , Wandering in various shops, the rainwater slowly falls on the ground along the high and low tile edges, and the dripping water drops are like a rain curtain.

The carriage drove slowly from the city gate, passed the main street, and a gallant horse galloped towards him. He was wearing a dark purple court dress in white ink, faintly visible in the rain and fog, and his resolute face was slightly worried. He grasped the reins tightly with the waves, and watched from a distance Here comes the white ink.

"Uncle Huang is in the carriage?" He pulled the rein, and the horse neighed in the sky, and stopped in front of the carriage. His tall body stood on top of the horse, and his deep eyes swept into the carriage, as if to see through the curtain of the carriage. .

A vigorous hand lifted the curtain of the car, Bai Qingluo wore a black robe, poked his head out from the carriage, his deep gaze met Bai Mo's complex gaze, and his thin lips slowly raised: "What's the matter?"

"Uncle, brother has been waiting for you in the palace for a long time." As early as he arrived ten miles outside the imperial city, the palace had already received the news, and Bai Mo came here to meet Bai Qingluo in the palace under Bai Zixu's order. shelf.

Bai Qingluo narrowed his eyes dangerously and sneered, "Wait."

Getting into the carriage again, Mo Xiaoran nodded slightly, and looked at him quietly: "You go into the palace, and I will bury Xiaozhu by myself."

"I'll take you there." Why would Bai Qingluo let her go alone?
"Aren't you afraid that Bai Zixu will wait for a long time? If you leave the imperial city without permission, I'm afraid he will be furious. Bai Qingluo, you go into the palace." Mo Xiaoran stubbornly refused to back down. She is not a fool. Going to rescue himself, and confronting the soldiers of Lanyu Kingdom at the border, I am afraid that after returning to the palace, what awaits him is definitely not a reward. If he delays, who knows what excuse Bai Zixu will use to make things difficult for him?
After examining Mo Xiaoran for a few moments, Bai Qingluo finally nodded: "Let Qingfeng accompany you."

"En." Even if he didn't say anything, she would go there with Qingfeng. No matter what, Xiaozhu is also his wife, and he should indeed see her off with him on the last journey.

Bai Qingluo turned over and jumped off the carriage, the pattering rain fell on his black hair, like white sugar, behind the fluttering curtain, Mo Xiaoran's figure appeared from time to time, Bai Mo's brows furrowed secretly, A wry smile.

He thought, maybe he figured out the reason why the emperor's uncle left Beijing without authorization.

I'm afraid it's because of her.

"Follow the waves, follow the moon." Bai Qingluo called out in a deep voice, and the two jumped out of the carriage immediately.

"The two of you will follow me into the palace, and the others will follow the lady to the imperial mausoleum, and bury Xiaozhu properly, Qingfeng, the safety of the lady will be fully entrusted to you by the King." Bai Qingluo's deep gaze slowly swept across the horse. Qingfeng said in a deep voice, "Be sure to protect her."

Perhaps it was the border issue, Bai Qingluo was particularly concerned about Mo Xiaoran's safety, and he never wanted to see her get hurt again.

Qingfeng nodded heavily: "Yes, the servant will definitely not let the lady lose a single hair."

Bai Qingluo nodded, and then followed Bai Mo to ride into the palace to meet Bai Zixu. In the rain, their slender figures slowly disappeared. carriage, as if wanting to meet her.

After everyone left, Mo Xiaoran ordered: "Qingfeng, take me out of the city."

"Yes." Qingfeng abandoned his horse and jumped onto the deck of the carriage to act as a driver. He turned at the intersection ahead and headed for the imperial mausoleum outside the city. Behind the carriage, a group of hidden guards in black followed closely, carrying The coffin was constantly washed by the rain, and droplets the size of beans splashed on the ground, and the cold wind howled.

The imperial mausoleum is located on the top of the mountain eight miles outside the imperial city. The dignitaries and female relatives who have made great contributions to Dongyao are buried here. As for Dongyao's royal family, they are buried in Qiuyue City in the center of Dongyao Kingdom.

I don't know when, the light rain in the sky suddenly stopped, and the carriage moved slowly along the muddy mountain road. Mo Xiaoran reported: "Miss, do you think you want to get out of the car and walk?"

"En." Mo Xiaoran immediately lifted the curtain of the car, turned over and jumped off the carriage, her embroidered shoes stepped on the soft soil, footprints of different shades, she looked at the hidden guard who was slowly walking behind carrying the coffin, her complexion was particularly special The heavy, oncoming cold wind, piercing and icy cold, tightened the clothes on his body, and followed the breeze from the halfway up the mountain to the top of the mountain.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was so solemn that a needle could be heard.

Arriving at the top of the mountain, the guards outside the imperial mausoleum immediately stopped everyone, Qingfeng frowned displeasedly, protected Mo Xiaoran, and took out a token symbolizing King Qing from his bosom, "I am under the command of King Qing." The hermit guard, according to the order of the prince, came here to bury one person, the two of you please get out of the way quickly."

"This..." The two guards looked at each other hesitantly.

"Get out of the way quickly?" Qingfeng yelled in a low voice, "The late emperor had an order. Seeing King Qing is like seeing the current sage, do you want to resist the order?"

The guards were so bluffed that they knelt down immediately. How could they dare to obstruct? Even those who stayed behind in the imperial tomb had heard about the reputation of King Qing. , a vibrant scene, but on the top of the mountain, it is a majestic palace, with gray walls and red tiles, and the glazed tiles are still shining brilliantly after being washed by the rain, and the carved railings are built with jade.

Qingfeng pushed open the closed door of the temple, and a stench came out of his nostrils. It was the smell of rotting corpses, but on the contrary, it was the decoration of the temple. The magnificent palace was inlaid with gold and silver pieces everywhere, and the white jade floor , directly in front of it, there are also the tablets of the monarchs of Dongyao Kingdom's dynasties, and there is a secret passage on the side, leading to the underground cave, where the coffins are buried in the imperial tomb.

"Miss, please." Qingfeng took out a torch from his bosom and used it for lighting. Mo Xiaoran followed closely behind him, and behind him, the hidden guard carrying the coffin followed closely. The dark passage, the further down , the stench became stronger and stronger, and when you walked to the bottom, you saw a place similar to a huge room surrounded by huge high walls. Dozens of passages led to different rooms. In the center, a coffin inlaid with gold was quietly placed , and there are wooden tables all around, holding utensils.

Qingfeng led the way ahead without saying a word, and when he arrived at a slightly narrow room, he lit the torch on the wall, and the glowing red light made his complexion a little dark.

"This is the mausoleum chosen by the master for Xiao Zhu." The dry words concealed overwhelming desolation and grief.

Behind him, because the four solemnly placed the coffin in the middle of the room, Mo Xiaoran immediately stepped forward and pulled the hemp rope off the coffin, with a heavy trace across his brows: "Do you want to open the coffin?"

She also wanted to see Xiao Zhu one more time.

Just about to order Yin to open the coffin, but was stopped by Qingfeng: "Miss." He called out in a deep voice, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Mo Xiaoran's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at him suspiciously.

"Let Xiaozhu go quietly," Qingfeng walked forward slowly, stroking the cold coffin with his palm, "Although Xiaozhu didn't say anything, is there any woman in the world who doesn't love beauty? She cares so much about Miss, how could she be willing?" Let the lady see her ugly side? Miss, just let her go. "

Mo Xiaoran opened her mouth, but was unable to utter a single word. Seeing the reluctance and sadness in Qingfeng's eyes, she could only cover her face and nod, choked up and said, "Okay."

Qingfeng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked at the coffin, his eyes were obsessed, as if he saw the woman he loved on the tip of his heart through the coffin in all directions, lovingly stroking the cold wooden board, with a nostalgic expression: "Xiao Zhu, you are below Wait for me, you must wait for me, we will still be husband and wife in the next life, and in the next life, I will definitely not let you go alone first."

Mo Xiaoran lowered her head, listening to Qingfeng's love words over and over again, her chest ached.

It's all her fault, if she wasn't too capricious, and she didn't overestimate her ability, Xiao Zhu wouldn't be tortured to death!
It's all her fault...

"Miss, come and talk to Xiaozhu. There will be no chance in the future. She has always cared about you the most. Before the burial, she must want to listen to you." Qingfeng smiled softly and hooked Mo Xiaoran Finger, from the beginning to the end, he didn't shed a tear, but that smile made people feel more distressed than crying.

Mo Xiaoran's body shivered slightly, feeling that the room was terribly cold, she moved with difficulty, walked to the side of the coffin, looked at the sandalwood coffin in front of her, her heart twitched violently, she almost couldn't stand still, "Little Bamboo..."

I still remember that when I first met her, I was still the queen in the palace, the mother of a country, and she was beaten and kicked because she escaped marriage and hid in a dark alley.

I still remember that when I went out of the palace many times, there was always someone beside me who was chattering endlessly, as if there was always something to say.

I still remember that every time I was imprisoned in Fengqi Palace, there was always someone beside me to make me laugh.

still remember...

With trembling arms, he caressed the coffin, his heart was filled with grief and intertwined, "Xiao Zhu, don't worry, I will not let you die in vain." After finishing speaking, he wiped the tears from his face, the tenderness of the past was gone from the brows, only A coldness of indifference and bloodthirsty remained.

"Close the hall!" The two concise words fell lightly, and the four hidden guards immediately stepped forward, took out nails, and began to nail the four corners of the coffin, and then sealed it with lime, so as to prevent someone from robbing the tomb and leaving the coffin. pry open.

Mo Xiaoran and Qingfeng stood by the side all the time, staring and watching.

After all the procedures were completed, Mo Xiaoran wept and said, "She's gone."

"I'll give her a tablet." Qingfeng said softly, took out a wooden tablet from his arms, and drew out the saber hanging from his waist. His arm trembled, and the sword god buzzed. A few words were carved on the wooden sign.

The spiritual seat of my wife Xiaozhu.

Putting the memorial tablet on the coffin solemnly, Qingfeng looked back at Mo Xiaoran: "Miss, let's go."

Mo Xiaoran shook her head, and suddenly knelt down towards the coffin, hearing a few small cold hisses, but she didn't care at all, and solemnly kowtowed three times towards the coffin.

"Xiaozhu, just wait, I, Mo Xiaoran, will definitely use the blood of those people to sacrifice your spirit in heaven!" The words echoed in the empty stone wall, like the sound of magic.

After a while, Qingfeng lifted Mo Xiaoran, who was almost limp from the ground, and left the imperial tomb. The door of the palace slowly closed with a creak, and at the same time, everything was isolated.

In the gray sky, finally a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, and fell from the sky brilliantly, gorgeous and dazzling.

(End of this chapter)