Nan Yan seemed to be listening to the Arabian Nights.
From the legends she had heard in the past, including the stories told by the old people, the imperial tombs were usually built in some geomantic treasures for the convenience of offering sacrifices.
But she did not expect that Emperor Gao actually built the Mausoleum of the Emperor's Ancestor in such an inaccessible place.
The island of Star Luo Lake!
Moreover, when Emperor Gao was young, did he become a monk
This thing is amazing!
Seeing Nan Yan's astonished expression, Zhu Feng had a slight smile on his face, and said, "You don't know, many people in the world don't know."
"..."
"I only heard him talk about some things when I was young after I became sensible."
"..."
"Speaking of Xingluo Lake, and this view of the Imperial Tomb."
"..."
"Although it was not called Huangling Temple before, but later, when he moved the tomb here, he changed the name of this Taoist temple."
"..."
"Moreover, a sum of money will be allocated from the imperial court's taxes every year to be distributed here to repair the Taoist temple."
"..."
"We will also select some people from the palace guards and let them become monks here."
"..."
"In fact, it is to guard the imperial tomb here."
Nanyan took a deep breath.
No wonder, she saw that this Taoist temple was built so magnificently, they obviously didn't have much incense, where did they get the money? Moreover, all the Taoist priests here are practicing martial arts.
Last night, when the water bandits heard the sound of Master Shangshan's flute, they retreated timidly.
It seems that they should have fought each other before, and the Taoist priests on the side of Master Shangshan are almost an army, which should not allow those water bandits to take advantage of it.
So, they are afraid of him.
Thinking about it this way, Nan Yan suddenly thought that she had pretended to be a commoner in front of Master Shangshan, and said that Zhu Feng was a businessman...
I am afraid that Master Shang Shan has already guessed who they are.
Just, don't expose your own lies.
Nan Yan blushed with shame.
Seeing her frustrated expression, Zhu Feng said, "What's wrong?"
"No, nothing?"
Nan Yan only felt that she was a little ashamed to face others.
Lying in front of monks is not good in the first place, what's more, the situation is even worse when people know it early on.
Zhu Feng seemed to understand, and a smile flashed across his eyes.
He pinched her chin lightly.
"fine."
"..."
"Actually, I only know roughly what kind of islands there are in this place, and who are the people on the islands."
"..."
"Even if I come here, my eyes will be black."
Hearing what he said, Nan Yan asked with some doubts: "Your Majesty, didn't Emperor Gao give you the map here?"
"..."
Zhu Feng's face darkened slightly.
He said in a deep voice, "He, don't give it to me."
"..."
Hearing his words, Nan Yan's heart skipped a beat.
"Not to me" and "not to me" are two different things.
"Not given" means that it may be too late, I didn't expect it, so I didn't give it.
But "don't give it" is obviously a bit deliberate.
Nan Yan suddenly understood.
Emperor Gao has always been on guard against him.
As Ye Zheng said before, Emperor Gao never wanted to see his son, and even preferred to pass on the throne to the not-so-competent grandson of the emperor, rather than promote his son.
But-
Here is the imperial mausoleum!
Not even telling him the exact location of the imperial mausoleum would be a bit...
Nan Yan looked up at Zhu Feng, only to see that his face was slightly gloomy. In fact, sometimes, even if the world is in his hands, a little lack of heart will make people feel great pain. Whitespace.
No matter how much you get, it's hard to make up for it.
So, it's not that Zhu Feng can't find the imperial tomb. After becoming emperor, he has many ways.
But he didn't look for it.
There is a kind of stubbornness of "If you don't give it to me, I don't want it".
If it wasn't for this time, because he came here with him, I'm afraid that he would never come to his imperial ancestor's mausoleum for the rest of his life.
Nan Yan could imagine that what Emperor Gao did to his son cast a deep shadow in Zhu Feng's heart.
It's just that she doesn't know why.
Obviously, he is also his son, isn't he
Feeling Zhu Feng's whole body, his breath cooled down.
Nan Yan said softly: "Your Majesty."
"..."
"Since you're here, let's find some time to pay homage to the imperial mausoleum."
"..."
"Concubine, I want to go too."
Zhu Feng looked down at her.
Seeing this soft, sweet little face, and her gentle eyes, made the indescribable heat in his heart slightly fade away.
He nodded: "Yes."
"..."
"I told them before."
"..."
"Wait until tomorrow, let them lead the way, I will go with you."
"Why!"
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The next day, they got up early in the morning.
Breakfast was delivered to the room, and Nanyan ate it with Zhu Feng, changed his clothes, cleaned up, and Master Shangshan came.
Take them to the Mausoleum of the Emperor's Ancestor.
Ye Zheng and Ran Xiaoyu originally wanted to follow, but Zhu Feng thought about it and said to Ye Zheng, "Stay here and find out the whereabouts of those people."
Upon hearing this, Ye Zheng immediately said: "Yes."
Zhu Feng said again: "Xiaoyu, you stay and help him."
"… yes."
Looking at Ran Xiaoyu's disgusted eyes, she knew that she was a million times unwilling, but when the emperor asked, she couldn't refuse.
Turning around, he glared at Ye Zheng.
Then, the two left.
Nan Yan and Zhu Feng followed Master Shangshan out of the imperial mausoleum.
They went down the mountain.
Nan Yan originally thought that the Mausoleum of the Emperor's Ancestor should be on this mountain, but after walking for a while, she realized it was not.
Master Shangshan led them to the back mountain. When Nanyan raised her head, she saw the back of this island, which was very close to another island. There was only a narrow waterway in the middle.
They boarded a bamboo raft and sailed slowly towards the island.
Because of the experience of the night before, Nan Yan still had some lingering fears about sitting on the bamboo raft, so she sat cautiously, with both hands on the side of the bamboo raft.
But Zhu Feng stood on the bamboo raft with his hands behind his back.
His eyes looked a little pale, looking at the quiet island in front of him.
Although, he usually feels very powerful, even if you close your eyes and don't look at him, you can feel his strong sense of existence.
But at this time, he was standing on the misty lake, and the mist was steaming.
Nanyan suddenly felt a strange feeling.
He seemed to be disappearing in the mist.
She subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Feeling his clothes sinking, Zhu Feng lowered his head and saw his imperial concubine sitting at his feet, looking at him with wide eyes.
Like a homeless cat.
His heart suddenly softened.
Yes, even those things are not available to him, but at least he still has her.
She is real.
Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he sat beside Nan Yan, shoulder to shoulder with her.
Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned on his shoulder.
In less than a stick of incense, they arrived.