What Gong Yunrui prepared for Xie Xuanyang was also a white robe, but this white robe was plain with ink and text on the bottom, and the outer gauze was embroidered with bamboo, which made Xie Xuanyang less immortal in wearing it. The anger, added more elegance, and had some similarities with the staff in the Fifth Prince's Mansion.
After Xie Xuanyang changed his clothes, he took Gong Yunrui's carriage to the palace. It was late at night when he and Gong Lingze arrived last night. Even though there was a lamp in the palace, it was not enough to see the entire palace, but this time he came with Gong Yunrui to see it clearly.
The palace is worthy of being a palace, and no matter how gorgeous the Prince's Palace is, it can't compare to half of it. After passing the palace wall, the magnificent and magnificent palace of the palace was revealed in front of his eyes. Each hall is covered with glazed mandarin duck tiles, and below it is a red lacquer. In the center of the main hall, there are four golden dragon eagles flying with their heads held high on the eaves and corners of the main hall.
Except for the main hall, the other halls in the palace are also carved beams and painted buildings, only one is scorched earth, and the palace that originally stood on it is now a broken tile and cold kiln.
When Xie Xuanyang came here, it was like a piece of ruins. Fortunately, Gong Yunrui grew up in the Lanlin Palace, and even with his eyes closed, he could find the location of the palace gate.
I saw Gong Yunrui standing in front of the ruins and looking left and right, and after a while, he walked to one side, pointed to a place, and said, "Come on, push this place away."
The burnt wood and rubble in front of him were removed, and a deformed door appeared in front of everyone. Xie Xuanyang looked inside, it was dark and autumn, and the light of the day could only allow him to see a small part of the inside and outside of the hall. For some unknown reason, the exterior of the Lanlin Palace was severely burned, but the interior seemed to be fine. As for the part that Xie Xuanyang saw, he could still see the paintings on the wall clearly.
How can there be such a mural on the palace wall of the concubine of the harem? Xie Xuanyang couldn't help but feel weird. It's not a strange thing to have murals in the palace, but it would be a big problem if there were murals of gods and ghosts. I have never seen it painted in the palace.
What's going on at Lanlin Palace? Xie Xuanyang was puzzled, and was about to ask Gong Yunrui, but he saw that he had already led his subordinates in, so Xie Xuanyang had to rush to keep up.
As soon as he entered the Lanlin Palace, the dull air with an unknown fishy smell rushed towards his face, stabbed Xie Xuanyang's nose itchy, and sneezed fiercely. The sound of sneezing was particularly loud in this silent palace, which immediately attracted the attention of the few people walking in front.
"Master Xie, are you alright?" Gong Yunrui asked, and as his words sounded, his subordinates handed a handkerchief to Xie Xuanyang.
"Sorry, I don't get used to it for a while, but I'll be fine in a while." Xie Xuanyang took the veil and covered his nose, muttering.
"Be careful, that priest." Gong Yunrui reminded, "The same is true when walking, if the clues are damaged, it will be bad."
Xie Xuanyang nodded yes, he looked around and found that the interior of the Lanlin Palace was the same as he had guessed outside, with almost no damage, and asked, "His Royal Highness, I have something puzzled. The exterior of this palace is completely destroyed. , why doesn't this interior look like it's been burned by fire?"
Gong Yunrui said, "Does the Taoist know that the Lanlin Palace had a fire twenty years ago?"
Xie Xuanyang nodded. Of course he knew that Gong Lingze had mentioned to him more than once the fire that took away the two concubines and made the two princes become young mothers.
Gong Yunrui was agreed and continued, "The fire 20 years ago completely destroyed the Lanlin Palace. The current Lanlin Palace is being rebuilt. The interior was built with special materials prepared by craftsmen, and the fire cannot burn it."
Xie Xuanyang asked, "I wonder if there will be a new concubine living in after the reconstruction?"
Gong Yunrui shook his head and sneered, "How can those lowly women live here?"
He put his hands behind him, took the torches from his subordinates, looked at the inner hall with nostalgic eyes under the light of the fire, and said softly, "This is... the palace of the concubine."
Xie Xuanyang also saw the wall clearly under the flash of fire, and the strange feeling in his heart surged again. Previously, he thought that there were ghosts and ghosts painted on the walls of the temple, but when he walked in, he realized that it was not at all, but rather narrative paintings. The pigments used in this painting are very bright, with a large amount of maroon, bright blue and bright yellow lines.
This is even more strange. Most of the narrative murals are painted in tombs. The maroon color is like dry blood, and it is bright yellow and dark yellow. It has always been used by the dead. Moreover, the characters in this mural are distorted, slender and worm-like, and their faces are hideous, just like evil ghosts who died of resentment. Not to mention the royal family, it is taboo in any private household. How could the craftsmen who built the Lanlin Palace make such a mistake
Xie Xuanyang couldn't think of a reason. He leaned closer to the wall to see more clearly. The light here is too dark, and the characters in the mural are too strange. If they are far away, it is impossible to tell what is being said.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully for a long time, only then did he realize that he was talking about the previous dynasty.
The emperor is sluggish, the wine pool is full of meat, and there are beauties by his side all day long. Whenever the ministers had something to report, the emperor would assign his servants to go there, but he was just looking for fun. Over time, the world is in great chaos, and the eunuchs are in power and treacherous officials are in power.
At this time, a man in two gorgeous clothes suddenly rose up. Xie Xuanyang guessed that the two people in gorgeous clothes were referring to the two princes. One of these two men rushed to the border, killed the enemy in front of them, and killed all those who wanted to invade other countries. .
The fresco on the left ends abruptly here. Xie Xuanyang looked to the right again, and the style of the mural on the right changed. If it is said that the two princes on the left are talking about the internal affairs of the two princes to secure the country, and the external war to protect the country, and complement each other to determine the overall situation, then the one on the right is a bloody and inhumane massacre.
The protagonist of the mural on the right is also a man in gorgeous clothes. Xie Xuanyang compared the two paintings and found that the man on the right seemed to be the prince in the imperial capital of Anguo in the mural on the left.
In this fresco, the prince is standing beside the high throne, on which sits the old emperor. The emperor wore twelve crowns but did not see any dignity. He had a rope around his neck and was bound by several thick chains. He closed his eyes and slanted on the throne. And the prince had a weird grin on his face. This smile was very exaggerated, directly occupying two-thirds of his face, and the only one-third was his bent eyes, looking down at his feet condescendingly.
There was a field of blood under his feet, and the stumps were all over the ground, and the blood flowed into rivers. Countless courtiers were hung upside down with their heads down, and there were openings in their throats, from which blood dripped onto the ground and pooled into a pool of blood. There were also several people kneeling by the pool who were wearing armor but had no heads. Their heads fell to the ground, and their eyes were wide open like copper bells.
The more Xie Xuanyang looked at it, the more frightened he became. He always felt that these two stories were not only narrating the events of the previous dynasty, but also contained other meanings. He turned around and wanted to ask Gong Yunrui. Just as he moved, his eyes suddenly swept to a paragraph in the lower corner of the mural. This word is in scarlet, like a book in blood.
On the road:
The ruler is biased, humiliating and killing loyal ministers, I hate it! Destroy my family, lose my name, we will die without resting our eyes! - Jiangmen Wang
How could the blood book of Jiangmen appear on the wall of the concubine's bedroom in the harem? Xie Xuanyang felt even more strange in his heart. This Lanlin Palace is too strange. Not only was it rebuilt with fire prevention, but the palace concubine was not allowed to stay there, and there was a painting on the wall that had nothing to do with the harem. Respectful mural.
Why hasn't Lanlin Palace been destroyed? Could it be that the emperor of Xiliang was so broad-minded that he could accommodate everything? As a first-term prince, Gong Yunrui didn't react when he saw this kind of metaphorical mural in his concubine's palace
Xie Xuanyang was full of doubts, his head was in chaos, and all his thoughts seemed to be a messy and inexplicable thread.
"Xie Daochang, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Xie Xuanyang staring at a wall without moving for a long time, Gong Yunrui couldn't help thinking that Xie Xuanyang had found something, and asked. He paced to Xie Xuanyang's side, followed his gaze to look there, but didn't find anything unusual.
Xie Xuanyang pointed to the blood book and said, "His Royal Highness, look here."
Gong Yunrui didn't know what Xie Xuanyang asked him to look at, and there was nothing unusual about what he saw, so he asked, "What's here?"
Xie Xuanyang said, "Is there a blood seal?"
Gong Yunrui said, "No."
Xie Xuanyang said inexplicably "um", and he pointed to other parts of the wall, "Has Your Highness seen a mural?"
Gong Yunrui said, "No. Dao Chang Xie, are you dazzled? My mother-in-law's Lanlin Palace has never had any murals, neither before the reconstruction, nor after the reconstruction."
Xie Xuanyang immediately frowned when he heard the words, turned his head back and forth and looked at the murals and blood books in front of him several times, thinking, could it be that Gong Yunrui was bluffing him? How could he not see such an obvious mural
Thinking so, he reached out and touched the wall. As soon as his finger touched the wall, a cold air rushed into his body along his finger, and the mural in front of him instantly twisted, turning into a huge vortex with his finger as the center, shrinking and shrinking. It was as if the cold air squeezed into his body.
Xie Xuanyang was startled and quickly retracted his hand, but found that he couldn't move, and regained control only after knowing that the vortex formed by the mural had completely disappeared.
Careless, he didn't realize that these murals were painted by ghosts. No wonder Gong Yunrui couldn't see it, this Devil May Cry was not something that ordinary people could see, even a cultivator had to cultivate to a certain level.
Perhaps this mural was for him. Xie Xuanyang thought with a sullen face.
"Master Xie? Master Xie?" Gong Yunrui called out with some dissatisfaction when he realized that Xie Xuanyang had fallen into silence again. He has been a prince for so many years, and no one has ever dared to wander in front of him, and Xie Xuanyang is the first.
"Sorry." Xie Xuanyang replied after returning to his senses.
"What did Chief Xie think about?" Gong Yunrui asked, "Could it be a clue?"
"There's no clue... eh?" Xie Xuanyang was talking when he suddenly found a strange mark on the wall where the blood book was originally, like a fire pattern.
"This is it?" He reached out and probed. It was just a light touch when a slope suddenly appeared under Xie Xuanyang's feet. The slope seemed to be oiled, and before he could react, he slipped and fell.