The long sword that pierced into the white marble steps was still trembling, making a buzzing sound.
Xie Guanzhi's face turned pale in an instant, his upper and lower teeth kept chattering, and he couldn't make any sound for a long time. His hands and feet were also cold and he could hardly bend or stretch them.
Thirteen years of natural breeding in Suzhou and a bloody military career in the north have infect this young emperor with the primitive and murderous aura of a wild beast.
The fear of him by the court was not a disguise, but came from instinct.
The young man's words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly dashing towards Xie Bufeng's anger.
yes.
Wen Qingci's body was brought back to the Valley of Divine Doctors by Song Junran, who said it would be used for medical research.
The way to study medical principles is exactly what Xie Guanzhi just mentioned, "dissection."
In the past year or so, Xie Bufeng had never thought about this question, let alone dared to think about it.
But now, every word from Xie Guanzhi's mouth was like the pickaxes in the hands of these soldiers, hitting Xie Bufeng's heart hard when he was off guard.
It only took one heavy blow to smash open the heart that was as smooth and hard as a white marble step.
And forced Xie Bufeng to imagine, if... Wen Qingci was really dead, what would he look like now
On the day they first met, Xie Bufeng saw a white rabbit in the corridor of the Imperial Medical Bureau.
And I heard from the eunuchs that Wen Qingci once raised more than one rabbit. Except for the one he saw that day, the rest of the rabbits... had long been used by Wen Qingci for experiments.
Disembowel and dismember.
Going back to the Valley of Divine Doctors... was Wen Qingci's idea, he had even said it himself, so Xie Bufeng would not stop him.
But in the past year or so, Xie Bufeng never dared to think about that scene.
Xie Bufeng couldn't even imagine that there really was a silver knife in this world that would slowly cut through Wen Qingci's pale skin and separate his flesh and blood.
—That is clearly something I don’t even dare to touch.
Even Wen Qingci's... body might have been as incomplete as Xie Guanzhi just said.
This scene was too cruel for him.
The young emperor, who had been on the battlefield and witnessed the clash of cold weapons, was not afraid of blood.
He even enjoyed the thrill of killing for a period of time.
In his eyes, corpses were no different from dead trees.
However, Xie Guanzhi's words dug out all the fear that was deeply buried in Xie Bufeng's heart, and even threw it under the scorching sun to be exposed.
Xie Guanzhi, how dare he?!
Thinking of this, Xie Bufeng's breathing was trembling.
At that moment just now, he really wanted to kill Xie Guanzhi.
But at the moment of throwing out the sword, Xie Bufeng thought of Wen Qingci again.
Xie Guanzhi's life was saved by Wen Qingci.
He didn't want the person in front of him to die.
I can't waste his efforts like this.
There was silence in front of the mausoleum. Even the soldiers who were digging the grave subconsciously stopped what they were doing and stood still, not daring to move, for fear of accidentally offending the emperor.
Xie Guanzhi fell to the ground and was unable to get up for a long time.
The people around him stood still, not daring to step forward to help him.
It was not until the frightened Xie Fuyin came to his senses and burst into tears that there was some noise here.
"Your Majesty—"
She didn't even dare to call him "brother" anymore, and instead called Xie Bufeng "Your Majesty".
"Don't cry, don't cry... Fu Yin, be good," Lan Fei patted Xie Fu Yin's back gently to comfort him, as if she had just woken up from a dream, but in fact, her hand was trembling at this time, "We are not afraid, okay?"
I don't know whether she was saying this to her daughter or to herself.
Xie Fuyin, who was hiccuping, didn't take her words to heart at all.
"Let's go... Let's get out of here, okay?"
She was still young and didn't understand what was happening here. She just felt scared instinctively and wanted to stay away from her brother.
Xie Bufeng slowly glanced at the person on the ground, as if he didn't see Xie Guanzhi, and walked around him to Xie Fuyin's side.
Then he gently took her from Concubine Lan's arms.
Xie Fuyin suddenly became motionless, and even his sobbing stopped.
Over the past year, Xie Bufeng went to Huixin Palace almost every day, and he had no idea how many times he had hugged Xie Fuyin.
His movements were already extremely skillful, even gentle.
Usually, as long as he hugged her, the little princess would calm down.
But this time, Xie Fuyin did not relax. On the contrary, she was even more nervous than before.
Xie Bufeng didn't seem to care about this.
He smiled gently, slowly lowered his head and looked at the little girl in his arms.
Those beautiful light amber eyes were out of focus for a moment.
Therefore, it appears particularly indifferent.
After a few pauses, Xie Bufeng whispered in Xie Fuyin's ear: "Why are you crying? Who said he must be dead?"
His voice was soft, like a dream talk.
Xie Fuyin was stunned for a moment before he realized that the "he" his brother was referring to was Wen Qingci.
The door lock outside the old house and the fingerprints in the room are like two pieces of a puzzle.
Xie Bufeng held them tightly in his hands as if he had found a life-saving straw.
Now he has to piece the pieces together. Xie Bufeng will not be satisfied until he finds the answer.
The heart is burning.
"Keep digging." Seeing that the people around him did not move, Xie Bufeng finally frowned and gave a light order.
“…Yes, Your Majesty!”
The soldiers who had just stood there in a daze as if they were frozen, once again swung their shovels and pickaxes and smashed heavily at the already broken white marble bricks.
In just a moment, the coffin was completely exposed to the air.
The soldiers did not stop for a moment. They put down their tools, changed the ropes around the coffin, and pulled it out of the ground bit by bit.
A hint of tenderness and expectation appeared in Xie Bufeng's eyes.
Xie Fuyin, who was held in Xie Bufeng's arms, felt an extremely clear fear of her brother today.
Lan Fei, who was standing not far away, finally came to her senses.
“…Go and help King Heng up.” She took a deep breath and said.
"Yes, Queen Mother."
The "King Heng" she mentioned was referring to Xie Guanzhi.
After becoming emperor, Xie Bufeng was not at all stingy in bestowing rewards.
At this time, the long sword had been deeply embedded in the white jade steps and could not be pulled out.
After trying in vain, the eunuch had no choice but to gently separate Xie Guanzhi's clothes and the sword blade, and then help him up.
Until this time, Xie Guanzhi's body was still shaking uncontrollably.
The young man in fancy clothes wiped the dust off his cheek with the back of his hand in an awkward manner, and finally staggered to his feet.
At this time, Concubine Lan, who was already the Empress Dowager, also walked to Xie Bufeng's side.
Concubine Lan lowered her eyes, glanced at the coffin in front of her, pursed her lips, looked up at Xie Bufeng as if she had made a great decision, and said softly: "... Your Majesty, there is one thing I have not told you."
She seemed to be relatively calm, but in fact her fingers hidden under her wide sleeves had already been tightly twisted together.
Xie Bufeng looked ahead calmly.
Until he heard Lan Fei's next words.
"It's related to... Wen Qingci."
Xie Bufeng finally turned around and looked at his mother.
"What do you want to say, mother?"
After he finished speaking, he finally handed Xie Fuyin in his arms to the wet nurse beside him.
She had to admit that even though he was her own son, Concubine Lan would still feel fear when facing Xie Bufeng, especially in the past year.
Her eyes subconsciously dodged and fell towards the distance.
"I met Wen Qingci once at Guangcheng Temple. Your Majesty should know about this, right?"
After a pause, Xie Bufeng nodded slowly.
He had already found out that Wen Qingci had left Guangcheng Temple and rushed to the north without stopping that day.
But only he and Concubine Lan knew what Wen Qingci did specifically in Guangcheng Temple.
Since she had made up her mind to talk about this, Concubine Lan simply said it out in one breath:
"At that time, Mr. Wen admitted to me personally that his purpose in entering Taishu Palace was to kill the deposed emperor."
"Yeah." Xie Bufeng nodded slowly. This was within his expectations.
"At that time, I told him that there was one thing I couldn't figure out," Lan Fei's tone was a little hoarse, and she was obviously lost in her memories, "... That thing is, why did Mr. Wen send you to the battlefield in the first place?"
"His answer was 'no choice'. If Mr. Wen directly pleads for your Majesty, then the extremely suspicious deposed emperor will definitely become suspicious. Not only will he not listen to Mr. Wen and let your Majesty go, he may even kill you directly."
Lan Fei's voice is still so gentle.
Xie Bufeng may have guessed some of what she said today, or heard some of it from the deposed emperor's inner thoughts.
But now, when someone connected all of this together and said it out in one breath, Xie Bufeng's heart still felt a dull pain.
"I know..." Xie Bufeng murmured, "I know everything..."
How could Wen Qingci, who secretly sent winter clothes and medicine to the north, want to die there
His gaze softened in an instant.
The wooden coffin that buried Wen Qingci's clothes and hat was hastily made by Songxiu Mansion.
For an ordinary family, it is naturally enough.
But in such a mausoleum, it looks particularly thin and shabby.
Not far away, the soldiers had dragged the thin coffin out of the ground.
Seeing this, Lan Fei couldn't help but speed up her speech: "I asked him again, but on the battlefield, swords have no eyes, how can he guarantee that you will come back alive."
"… That was the first time I saw Mr. Wen so serious. He looked into my eyes quietly and told me that he believed that not only would you come back alive, but you would also become a good emperor."
There was a nasal tone in her words.
The dull pain finally turned into a stinging pain, stabbing Xie Bufeng's heart.
Wen Qingci has always trusted himself...
Even from that time on, he believed that he would be able to inherit the throne one day.
Pain and joy intertwine at this moment.
Xie Bufeng really wanted to let Wen Qingci know that he did not disappoint him.
The wooden coffin had been dragged to Xie Bufeng's side.
Xie Bufeng lowered his eyes and glanced at him, then asked calmly, "Don't you think, mother, that I am not a good emperor?"
Putting aside his personal morality, Xie Bufeng was indeed a good emperor for the common people.
"I am not saying that Your Majesty is not a good emperor when I say this to Your Majesty today. I just want to tell Your Majesty that Mr. Wen...may care about you more and value you more than you think."
Even more gentle.
This is why Concubine Lan never told this to Xie Bufeng.
After Wen Qingci's death, Xie Bufeng's madness was witnessed by all.
She knew very well that getting something and then losing it would drive people crazy more easily than never having it in the first place.
But who would have known that Xie Bufeng would actually do something like digging up graves and destroying tombs!
Concubine Lan will never forget that it was Wen Qingci who saved her and Xie Fuyin's lives.
No matter for emotional or logical reasons, she would not allow such a thing to happen.
Concubine Lan knew that Xie Bufeng had lived alone in Suzhou since he was a child, and none of the books he had read taught etiquette.
Even though Xie Bufeng had ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, he still followed his instincts in many things.
Xie Bufeng may not be aware of what his behavior today means in the eyes of others.
In fact, what happened today happened too suddenly. Until now, even Concubine Lan did not understand why Xie Bufeng wanted to dig up this cenotaph.
So she calmed down and said, "What Prince Heng just said is correct... No matter what your majesty thinks, digging up graves and taking coffins is something that only people would do to their enemies or even to the most treacherous and evil people in the eyes of others."
"… Mr. Wen treats you like this. Your Majesty, you don't want future generations to be suspicious of or misunderstand Mr. Wen because of this, right?"
Concubine Lan suppressed her nervousness and spoke with great patience.
She thought that since she had said so much, Xie Bufeng would definitely reconsider the matter.
But unexpectedly, the young emperor in front of him was completely unmoved.
Xie Bufeng slowly turned around and looked at the Minister of Rites.
The minister in purple shuddered, finally gritted his teeth, turned around, and waved to the soldiers following behind him.
"Gifts—"
The voice of the Minister of Rites echoed throughout the entire mausoleum area.
Everything that had just happened was so chaotic that it was only at this moment that everyone followed the Minister of Rites' gaze and saw the red silk and wooden box standing behind him.
Why do these objects before my eyes look more and more like betrothal gifts
Your Majesty, what does he want to do? !
If the look in everyone's eyes when they looked at Xie Bufeng just now was just fear, now it has all turned into terror.
The soldier placed the wooden box in front of the coffin and slowly opened it.
The Minister of Rites took a deep breath, took out a pile of red silk, held it in both hands and walked to Xie Bufeng.
At this moment, the people around were completely frozen in place.
Xie Bufeng gently stroked the red silk with his fingers, then turned around and draped it over the wooden coffin.
His movements at this moment were all gentle.
The scattered red silk glows softly under the sunlight.
If you look closely, you can see that the red silk is embroidered with gold patterns, which is extremely gorgeous.
The stone-breaking had long ended, and there was complete silence in front of the mausoleum.
A thin layer of sweat had already appeared on the back of the Minister of Rites.
He once again took something out of the wooden box and presented it to him with both hands.
This is a golden hairpin with a dragon and phoenix on it.
In terms of shape, it is something that only the queen can enjoy.
But the shape of this golden hairpin is clearly... for men.
Although Xie Bufeng did not explicitly say what he wanted to do, the answer was already written in everyone's heart at this moment.
—He wanted to take this coffin back to Yongdu.
Xie Bufeng took the phoenix hairpin and walked back to the coffin.
He gently wiped the dusty coffin with his hand, as if he didn't feel it was dirty.
After a while, he finally placed the golden hairpin carefully on the top of the coffin.
Xie Bufeng's movements were very gentle.
It was as if he was putting a golden hairpin on Wen Qingci with his own hands, as if he was afraid of hurting the other person by accident.
Xie Bufeng was a reckless person who disdained disguise, and "I am the only one who is supreme" was the underlying color of imperial power.
No one can stop him from doing anything he wants to do.
Even if...
She brought a wooden coffin that had been buried deep in the ground for a year back to Yongdu and made her queen.
—
Song Junran inquired for a long time, but still couldn't find out what Xie Bufeng was doing at the moment.
The two had no choice but to continue living here, waiting for the day when the city gates would open.
Song Junran has never been a person who can't stay at home.
When he was in the Valley of Divine Doctors, he might have restrained himself, but as soon as he left the valley, he ran away without a trace.
From that afternoon on, he began to wander around the streets and alleys.
Wen Qingci stayed in the clinic the whole time.
He spent most of his time reading medical books.
Wen Qingci discovered that along with the scattered memories, knowledge about medicine was also awakened.
It is completely different from when I just came here, and I had to study hard day and night to catch up on my notes in order to understand a little bit of the medical books.
When Wen Qingci read these books again at this time, he felt extremely familiar with them.
“…Hahaha, watch me!”
"My hair is all wet!"
"If it's wet, just jump off!"
In the afternoon, there was a sudden noise in Wen Qingci's ears.
He couldn't help but frown and looked back out the window.
The clinic where Wen Qingci worked was located in a back street in Songxiu Prefecture.
The clinic faces the street on one side and the water on the other.
Although it is only mid-spring now, the temperature in Songxiu Prefecture is already quite high.
At this time, a group of children around seven or eight years old were playing by the water.
Three or two of them had already gone down into the river and were splashing water on their companions on the shore.
The children above were hesitating whether they should go down.
Wen Qingci slowly closed the medical book in his hand.
But regardless of whether this river is natural or not, when it flows through the city and reaches this place, the water has become a little turbid.
At this time, these children swam in the river and stirred up a pile of mud and sand.
The river water, which was not very clear to begin with, immediately turned a dark yellow.
Wen Qingci couldn't help but look upwards along the river—there was a woman washing vegetables not far away.
Hearing the sound of water, she also raised her head and looked over here.
Obviously, the woman also saw the group of children, but did not take them seriously.
When she stood up, she just shouted a few words in Songxiu Prefecture's official language across the river: "Go home early after playing for a while, be careful not to choke on the water, and don't catch a cold--" Then she took the washed vegetables and went back home, leaving the group of children to continue playing with water here.
On the other side of the river, there were people washing clothes.
Seeing this scene, Wen Qingci became inexplicably nervous.
It was not until a drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen and left a black dot on the paper that Wen Qingci slowly came to his senses.
"Qingci, what are you thinking about?" Song Junran came back at some point and waved his hands in front of him twice, interrupting Wen Qingci's thoughts.
“…Nothing,” Wen Qingci smiled and completely retracted his gaze.
At this time, Song Junran also noticed the scene outside the window.
"Hey, you are watching this again. It is still the same as it was back then, nothing has changed..." Song Junran sighed softly.
He said nothing more, turned around and poured himself a cup of tea, putting aside the spring bamboo shoots that he had bought from somewhere.
When Wen Qingci first entered the Valley of Divine Doctors, he was very particular about drinking water.
But his taste is different from most people's.
Others pay attention to using snow water, dew water and rain water to brew different teas according to the four seasons.
Wen Qingci’s principle is that no water other than boiled spring water should be drunk.
At that time, Song Junran didn't know why Wen Qingci was so particular. As a child, he couldn't help teasing his junior brother and told Wen Qingci that the water in his cup was fetched from the river by himself.
Song Junran just wanted to make a little joke, but he didn't expect Wen Qingcixing to react so strongly that he spit out all the water in his mouth.
Song Junran was severely beaten by his father because of this.
After that, he finally realized that Wen Qingci was so particular about drinking water because all his family members died because of it...
However, as Wen Qingci grew up day by day, the memories of those years gradually faded, and he was no longer as particular as he was when he was a child.
But sometimes, he would show that worried expression like he did just now.
After drinking his tea, Song Junran took the bamboo shoots to the kitchen and asked someone to order dishes.
Wen Qingci, who was left behind, had a strange feeling in his heart...
Are the way I looked just now, and the habits I revealed unintentionally, similar to those of the original owner
Wen Qingci couldn't help but clench the window frame in his hands.
He slowly closed his eyes and tried to continue recalling.
But after a cup of tea, Wen Qingci still could not remember anything except the scene of corpses everywhere in Shanyu Stream.
The owner of the clinic finally got the exact information from the government.
From tomorrow morning, you will be free to leave the city.
Song Junran didn't want to stay here any longer, so the next morning before dawn, he and Wen Qingci went to the city gate.
It rained all night yesterday and the temperature in Songxiu Mansion dropped again.
The morning was wet and cold, with a chill everywhere.
Wen Qingci has been in the valley for more than a year and is no longer used to the temperature.
His face couldn't be seen through the veil, but Song Junran, who was leading the horse forward, saw that the back of Wen Qingci's hands had turned a light blue due to the cold, and he even stopped from time to time to cough gently.
How can this be!
"Qingci, don't be anxious," Song Junran called him, and took off the green cloak he was wearing and handed it to Wen Qingci, "Come, put this on."
Although he was away from home, Song Junran was always a particular person.
The cloak in his hand was washed clean and dried this morning. It even had a hint of the bitter scent from the pharmacy on it.
"Hurry up and change," Song Junran couldn't help but urge Wen Qingci when he saw that he didn't move, "If you get sick from the cold, it will be troublesome."
Wen Qingci finally raised his hand slowly and took the cloak that still carried the other person's body temperature.
In his previous life in modern times, Wen Qingci also exchanged school uniforms with his classmates.
Therefore, after hearing what Song Junran said, he no longer hesitated and directly put on the cloak as the outermost layer.
Not long after they changed their clothes, they arrived at the gate of Songxiu Mansion.
Just as the clinic owner said, the city gate was opened early at the hour of Mao.
At this time, people were coming and going in front of the gate as freely as before.
Seeing this, Song Junran breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go faster and go back early. Next time I want to leave the valley, I must check the almanac in advance-"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly froze in place.
Just now, the city wall blocked the view outside the city.
When he walked out of the city gate, Song Junran noticed that the dragon boat heading south was actually parked not far away!
"… what is that?"
Not only Wen Qingci and Song Junran, but also the people outside the city stopped to look at the canal.
Unlike the previous activity to comfort the dead, today's event had not been notified in advance.
A noisy sound rang in Wen Qingci's ears.
"What's that on the boat?"
“… I can’t see clearly, all I can see is red.”
"Yes! I saw something red too..." The person who spoke hesitated for a moment and said uncertainly, "It seems there are wooden boxes on the boat behind?"
red
Wen Qingci was wearing a veiled hat and could not see what was on it. He could only see the general outline of the dragon boat and imagine what it was like based on the words of the people around him.
Curiosity made everyone want to go forward and take a closer look at the dragon boat, but when they thought about who its owner was, they stopped.
Song Junran had a bad feeling in his heart, "... Let's go!" He lowered his voice and urged, "It's so cold, let's not watch the fun." After saying that, he wanted to ride away from here.
"Brother, wait a moment," a clear voice came through the veil, "It would be a bit conspicuous if you leave now."
Wen Qingci raised his hand slightly and stopped Song Junran.
As he moved, the sleeves slowly slid down, revealing his scarred arms.
Wen Qingci saw that although the city gate was wide open, there was still every soldier guarding the city.
At this time, everyone here stopped to watch the dragon boat from afar. If he and his senior brother rode away on horseback, it would definitely attract the attention of the people around us.
The best option is to blend in with the crowd.
"... Forget it then," Song Junran gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Let's just watch the fun for a while."
More and more people are gathering.
Everyone wanted to see clearly what was on the ship.
At this moment, a bell sound suddenly came from the canal.
The sound was melodious and instantly filled the entire river channel.
“Crash—”
The huge ship moved slowly forward, and the anchor winch rotated in circles with the iron chain, pulling the huge anchor out from the bottom of the canal.
The ship weighed anchor.
As the huge dragon boat got closer, people on the shore saw that the deck of the ship was filled with bells and music.
The sound just now came from the chimes.
Then, the pipa sounded again.
Following this, the musicians on the deck picked up their instruments and started playing music.
Wen Qingci, who traveled to this world, had never heard this piece of music before. He only felt that it was cheerful and joyful, yet dignified and solemn.
But the people around had already heard it.
"Hey, how do you play this song?"
"Luanfengyin? Who is getting married..."
"How is that possible! That's a dragon boat. Who can use a dragon boat to get married?"
A breeze blew across the canal towards Wen Qingci, gently lifting a corner of her veil.
He finally saw it - the dragon boat was exactly as everyone had said, it was all red and no one knew what was on it.
—
The boat was moving quite fast, and in just three or two minutes, it appeared right in front of Wen Qingci.
His vision was blocked by the veil, so whatever he saw was blurry and not very real.
Unconsciously... Wen Qingci thought of Taishu Palace again.
Every corner of the palace was filled with incense, and the smoke rolled like fog, covering everything around in gray.
—Just like now.
"Cough cough..." Wen Qingci couldn't help but cough, and his head felt stinging as if he had caught a cold.
At this moment, he seemed to be back in Taishu Palace. The originally fresh air around him suddenly became sweet and choking.
"What's wrong?" Song Junran walked over and asked in a low voice.
"Ahem... it's a bit cold this early."
Although he said this, he raised his right hand involuntarily, gently lifted a corner of the gauze curtain, and looked towards the Yinchuan Grand Canal.
At this moment, the dragon boat passed by him.
The crowd that was whispering just now suddenly fell silent. After a few seconds, Wen Qingci heard screams and gasps.
At the same time, he also heard Song Junran whispering a swear word in his ear.
There is no veil to cover it.
Wen Qingci saw clearly the huge dragon boat, decorated with red silk.
The deck was filled with musicians, playing the music of the Phoenix and the Luanfeng, which was used for weddings.
The sound of the flute pierced through the morning mist and drifted towards Songxiu Mansion.
The dragon boat was like a tall building, leaning towards where Wen Qingci was.
It was like a giant red dragon hovering over the canal, which would open its mouth and swallow him in the next second.
He clenched his palms and stepped back subconsciously.
It was not until his ankle hit the broken bricks on the ground, causing a pain, that Wen Qingci came to his senses.
He realized that he was extremely nervous at this moment.
Every corner of the dragon boat was filled with wooden boxes, and even from a close distance one could see that the doors of every cabin were covered with red curtains.
A strong wind blew, and the red silk fluttered.
Without the obstruction of the dragon boat, the people on the shore could see that there were countless ships hidden behind it.
The boats were fully loaded and wrapped with red silk.
Some were loaded with furniture, some were loaded with musical instruments, and some were loaded with books, and even with special products from Songxiu Prefecture…
This kind of situation and scene is clearly something that only occurs during a wedding!
Everyone was silent, and the canal bank suddenly became quiet.
Such silence actually made the originally lively and festive Luanfengyin seem a bit weird.
Not to mention the musicians on the boat, not only were there no signs of joy on their faces, but they all looked gloomy.
Not to mention a wedding, if it weren't for those scarlet silks, this scene would obviously be more like... a funeral.
Wen Qingci's hand had been placed on his chest at some point, tightly grasping the fabric there.
He was forced to breathe hard because of the dragon boat.
Wen Qingci wanted to turn around and leave, but he seemed to be tied to the spot and could not move.
"ah-"
A scream came from my ear.
I don't know who was the first to break the silence, and pointed forward with a trembling hand: "Coffin... Coffin... There is a coffin over there!"
His voice was filled with fear.
Wen Qingci subconsciously looked in the direction he pointed.
The course of the Yinchuan Grand Canal makes a small turn here.
Therefore, the dragon boat also changed its angle accordingly.
Passing through the morning mist, everyone outside Songxiu Mansion saw—
At the very front of the dragon boat deck, there was a coffin!
The coffin was wrapped with red silk.
From a distance, it looks like it is wrapped in a wedding dress, lying there quietly.
Not only that, even from several feet away, one could still see the golden hairpin that was carefully placed right above the coffin.
Its light penetrated the green mist and pierced into Wen Qingci's eyes.
He also fell into the huge shadow of the dragon boat.
"… Then, is that His Majesty?"
It turned out that there was another person standing on the other side of the coffin.
Thank you for not meeting me.
He was the only person on the ship who was not wearing red.
The cold wind blew his long black hair, and Xie Bufeng walked slowly towards him.
He gently placed his hand on the wooden coffin, and after a long pause, he slowly and carefully stroked the coffin.
Xie Bufeng's expression was extremely gentle. After stroking the coffin, he leaned over and said something to the coffin.
If there really was a living person wearing a wedding dress, then this scene would surely be a beautiful scene of harmony in the eyes of everyone.
But what was placed there was a coffin.
The green mist on the Yinchuan Grand Canal became thicker at this moment.
The three big characters "Songxiu Mansion" on the city gate behind him seemed to gradually twist into "Fengdu".
Xie Bufeng planned to take this boatload of stuff, pass through most of the Wei Dynasty's territory, and return to Yongdu along the Yinchuan Grand Canal
This scene is too ridiculous.
Wen Qingci's heart seemed to be held in someone's hand.
The beating stopped at a certain moment.
The moment Xie Bufeng raised his head and stood up, he quickly lowered the gauze curtain.
But in that last second, Wen Qingci was able to see clearly that what Xie Bufeng was wearing was not the usual black dress.
It was a dark blue cloak.
The cloak was embroidered with the familiar magnolia pattern in dark thread.
This is the one I gave him.
Wen Qingci's heart trembled slightly, and finally resumed beating.
At the same time, he lowered his head and hid his body behind the horse.
On the Yinchuan Grand Canal.
Xie Bufeng's fingers stroked the coffin.
He was patiently feeling every bump and dent on the coffin, tapping it lightly from time to time.
The coffin was hastily made and the wood used was not of the best quality.
After being buried deep underground for a year, it has begun to rot.
The smell was not pleasant, but Xie Bufeng didn't care at all.
He slowly put his face next to the wooden coffin and lowered his voice, whispering, "It's been more than a year... How about opening the coffin to let some fresh air in?"
"Qingci, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement."
Xie Bufeng laughed slowly.
He spoke through the coffin to Wen Qingci, who was somewhere unknown.
There was silence all around, only the sound of the Phoenix Guitar was still echoing on the canal again and again.
Wherever the dragon boat passed, it raised huge waves, which rushed against the gravel, making a loud noise.
The sound finally woke up the crowd.
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Is today's event a funeral or a wedding
Who is the person in the coffin
Just as the dragon boat was about to sail away, something suddenly fell from the boat like raindrops.
Then it fell heavily to the shore.
Wen Qingci looked down and saw that what was scattered from the boat was actually Liao Huatang...
In the Songxiu Prefecture area, there has been a tradition of sending brides on cruise ships since ancient times.
And wherever the wedding boat passes, candies will be thrown.
In the past, when encountering such a situation, everyone would rush forward and pick up all the sugar on the ground.
But today, the people on the shore fled in all directions as if they were avoiding the plague.
But in the blink of an eye, Wen Qingci and Song Junran were the only ones left on the open space by the river.
The horse took a few steps on the spot, making a slight noise.
After a moment's silence, Wen Qingci, wearing a cloak, slowly squatted down and carefully picked up the Liaohua candies that were wrapped in oilcloth and dropped at his feet.
Song Junran, who was standing next to him, finally widened his eyes, gritted his teeth and cursed in the official language of Songxiu Mansion.
—Others may not know what is on the boat.
However, when he went to Yongdu and personally brought Wen Qingci back to Songxiu Mansion, he would not admit his mistake.
That was Wen Qingci’s coffin, which should have contained his clothes and was buried deep underground!
(End of this chapter)