It was already very late when we returned to Yong'an, Dui Wang went to hand over the criminals first, and Xuan Ji took Sheng Lingyuan back to his home.
Yong'an is different from warm places like Dongchuan and Yuyang. To the north, it has already entered the middle of winter, and the sky is getting dark very early. In the night, the streets are full of misty smoke—the smoke of cars, the fog of people, There is also the intertwined smell of food emerging from the windows of small shops along the street.
The colder it is, the more vital the fireworks are, as if eager to fight against the severe cold.
Xuan Ji didn't take the main road, but walked through small alleys all the way. He hasn't been home for a long time, so he needs to buy something that can fill up the refrigerator. He can dig out any small shop in the corner, buy two catties of snacks from this one, and order a little fruit from that one. After a while, there are a bunch of bags hanging on his arms, buying all the way and chatting all the way. After chatting, I can always give you some extra gifts, and I seem to know everyone well.
"More human than human." Sheng Lingyuan thought to himself as he watched his back.
But he didn't believe that this would be Xuanji's nature, because Chiyuan is not a place where sunflowers can grow.
Born in the depths of Chiyuan, as soon as he opened his eyes, he was forced to accept the long inheritance of his ancestors. Knowing that he was destined to live and die with this ghost place, he could live every day without any distractions. Is it time to die calmly
So maybe it can't be a Bodhisattva who saves all living beings
Something that deviates too much from the norm, whether it's too dark or too good, is not normal.
Sheng Lingyuan is suspicious and suspicious. Generally speaking, if he senses something abnormal, he should immediately turn his head to Chiyuan, turn over the place where the Zhuque bone was sealed, and touch Xuanji's ancestral grave. Qing Cai will do.
But the strange thing is that he didn't, and somehow accepted the identity of the sword spirit, and followed the little demon back to Yong'an.
Sheng Lingyuan has never been a person who just passes by. When he looked at himself, he felt like a person who had been wandering around for several days and nights and hadn't found a place to stay. Maybe he was so tired that his heart was dying. When he saw an eaves, he wanted to go in and fall asleep. It doesn't matter if it's a black shop or not... Otherwise, he can't explain his tired drifting.
"The building in front is the house I rented. It's a bit small, but the location is okay." After Xuan Ji finished speaking, she realized that she had said something stupid. For an ancient man who doesn't go to work and doesn't clock in, what is the "location"?
As the home approached, Xuan Ji couldn't help but panic, as if Sheng Lingyuan would give his home a grade - since the homework handed in by the previous classmate was the magnificent Duling Palace, there is a high probability that he will fail.
Sheng Lingyuan nodded: "I have visited."
"Oh... that's right," Xuan Ji remembered that Sheng Lingyuan had been to his house when he was in the sword body. When he thought of this, he panicked even more, desperately trying to remember if he had done anything degrading that time. Things, such as running around naked and picking your feet... There was a thin layer of sweat on the back, and I accidentally said, "There are not more than 3,800 acres. I have wronged you."
Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "How do you know that the Duling Palace is 3,800 acres? Why, it's been so many years since the dynasty changed, and the Duling Palace hasn't been stripped yet?"
Xuan Ji almost bit her tongue, turned her back to him, collected herself forcefully, and said nonsense, "...historical data."
Sheng Lingyuan is not a person who cares about his fame before and after his life. He is not even interested in knowing about the rise and fall of his family and the succession of dynasties. Anyway, when he was alive, he did everything he should do. At most, he would be dumbfounded for a while after hearing about his romantic affair, he was a little annoyed, but not angry.
After hearing this answer, Sheng Lingyuan didn't ask any more questions. He asked a more heart-wrenching question.
Sheng Lingyuan asked: "Your family has been passed down from generation to generation for three thousand years, except for Chiyuan's mess, didn't you even leave any property to you?"
Why let the younger generation rent a house in the world? Poor.
Xuan Ji: "..."
It can be said.
Sheng Lingyuan said with emotion again: "Thirty generations of people, this temperament... is really quite similar."
How can there be no reliable one? It's not that the family does not enter the house.
Xuan Ji pretended not to understand what he meant, and tried to forcibly win the respect: "The rented house is also very good, you can move anytime you want, you are free. This place is newly built, the sound insulation is okay, and the bedroom is enough to live in. Now The airtightness of the residence is very good, it should be quite suitable for you, it is not a rule that no living things are kept in the bedroom…”
Grandma, you slipped your tongue again!
"It's also historical data." Before Sheng Lingyuan asked him how he knew the rules of his bedroom, Xuan Ji abruptly changed the subject, "Your Majesty, do you want to drink pearl milk tea?"
Let's both say a few words less!
This time he remembered to choose a light and sugar-free one. Sure enough, His Majesty took a sip and said nothing. It seemed that he could drink it. Five minutes later, the two of them went upstairs holding a cup of milk tea.
"The house... so what, it's a bit messy, there's no one at home for a while." Xuan Ji, who was used to Huowing's back, hadn't sweated that night. After entering the house, she hurriedly cleaned it up for Sheng Lingyuan A place to sit, look around, and don't know where to start cleaning.
In all fairness, Xuan Ji is not a sloppy person, the cleanliness of his house is probably higher than 90% of single young people, including men and women, but it is definitely not comparable to the palace where a large group of people take turns cleaning every day.
He was like a poor ghost who accidentally picked up a gem, and he didn't know how to hide it. He searched all over his body, feeling that no matter which pocket he put it in, it was a blasphemy of the treasure, and he was at a loss. Putting the snacks bought on the road into a pile in front of Sheng Lingyuan, Xuan Ji walked around the room as if she was busy with nothing, and mixed garlic with the sweeping robot several times.
After a while, I felt that the room was so quiet that it made people panic, especially when I turned around, I could always meet Sheng Lingyuan's appreciating gaze.
"I'll tidy up and make dinner, it'll be ready right away." Xuan Ji turned on the TV, trying to pull the pins and needles gaze away from her, "If you're bored, you can..."
An old professor's drawn-out voice came from the TV: "The relationship between Emperor Wu Sheng Xiao and Empress Chen..."
Xuan Ji was almost sprained by the old man's yell, and looked back - Qi Fengyun, the grandest of the historical forums.
Xuan Ji: "..."
What a bad show!
"Hey, don't turn it off, it's okay," the TV lived up to expectations, and it really caught Sheng Lingyuan's attention, "I'll listen to what he has to say."
"This is... an entertainment program, nonserious, nonsense," Xuan Ji thought about whether his credit card balance this month would be enough to buy a new TV, and put his hands behind his back, intending to euthanize the TV brother. "Nothing to see..."
Before he could make a move, Sheng Lingyuan waved at him, Xuan Ji didn't pay attention, felt a sudden pull on the front of his front, staggered two steps forward, and moved away from the TV screen.
"We're all renting a house, let's save some things." Sheng Lingyuan waved his hand again, loosened Xuan Ji's front, and sent him away, "Go on your way."
The old experts on TV are spitting and spitting out the mainstream views in the academic world.
It is said that when Emperor Wu was born with dystocia, Empress Chen didn't like him at all, and because of complicated political reasons, the eldest son missed the throne, Empress Chen became more and more inclined to the eldest son, which led to the brothers turning against each other and the mother and child being at odds—the inspiration may come from "Zheng Boke Duan Yu Yan".
It is also said that Queen Chen's desire for power is too great, she has been trying to control her young son, and she went to the court for a hearing, and the young emperor grew up during the battle, and his wings gradually plumped up, which caused the mother and son to turn against each other.
The most unreliable theory is that Empress Chen has a rich private life, she raises faces everywhere, and has an affair with Emperor Shi Danli. Emperor Wu wanted to bring down Danli, but her mother was in the way, so she had to get rid of her together.
Sheng Lingyuan was dumbfounded, and quickly took a sip of milk tea to suppress his shock.
Empress Chen... When the queen mother was young, she had a daunting face, a horse face, fourteen to forty, as if she had never smiled in her life, and she regarded the ten directions as dung. After the death of Emperor Ping, she traveled around as a widow with an orphan to gather the power of the human race again. It would have been too difficult without the help of a "heroic true color" appearance.
By the first year of Qizheng, the Empress Dowager was already sixty-five years old. Although the horse's face had shrunk slightly, the bun line also followed the camp and retreated. The territory did not shrink, and it was still very majestic.
It was also the first time Sheng Lingyuan heard that the Queen Mother was so lustful in private.
Veteran expert: "In the early years, there was a speculation that Emperor Wu was not the empress's own at all..."
Sheng Lingyuan paused.
The old expert shook his head and said, "This is mainly influenced by some joking TV dramas, but there is no historical evidence."
Xuan Ji heard the tendons in his calf from the side. He didn't have a complete memory and died early. When he was in the Demon Sword, he was trapped by Sheng Lingyuan's perspective, so he couldn't tell if Empress Chen was his real mother.
She was a very tall woman, always dressed in splendid attire, very hard starched, with intricate inlays and embroidery on it, like iron plates on armor, and strangers should not get close. When Sheng Lingyuan was young, she always treated this lost and found son in a business-like manner—let him stand one meter away to talk, never hugged him, and even refused to touch his head. The daily greetings between mother and child are like the joints of underground workers. For twenty years, the words and punctuation have not changed.
Both mother and son had cold and hard personalities, and it was true that they disagreed with each other in the later period. Seizing power and putting them under house arrest, he remembered that Sheng Lingyuan did it.
But... He also remembered Sheng Lingyuan's fear and longing for her.
In the end, why did it take a step beyond control
The TV was replaced by loud noises, Xuan Ji came back to his senses, and found that Sheng Lingyuan had somehow learned the skill of changing channels, and switched to a folk show. The old man who is noisy and lively, it is appropriate to watch other people's prosperity through the screen, so he watched it with relish.
Xuan Ji walked into the kitchen absent-mindedly to check the shelf life of the "inventory" in the refrigerator. The air-conditioning came rushing towards his face. For a moment, he vaguely remembered that Duling Palace also had such a cool place... Where did it come from
By the way, it was Empress Chen - it was already the Empress Dowager's Changming Palace at that time.
It is said that the Empress Dowager is afraid of the heat. There is an ice cellar under the Changming Hall. The hall is always cold and gloomy, with a stale smell from nowhere, like a coffin.
At that time, the Heavenly Demon Sword had been shattered, and Xuan Ji, who could not see anyone, was forced to follow Sheng Lingyuan, watching him rush directly into the Changming Hall with a heavy face.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty stay here, the Empress Dowager is changing clothes, it is inconvenient to see you..."
"Get out!" Sheng Lingyuan flicked his sleeves without raising his head, and the old woman flew out and hit the beam directly.
It was rare for Xuan Ji to see him so rough, and then he heard a rush of footsteps, and a group of guards with knives ran in after him, black mist rose from under Sheng Lingyuan's feet, and the stone bricks of the hall were crushed by him with a click :"Search!"
The old mother fell to the ground and cursed loudly: "This is the empress dowager's bedroom, how can you be so lawless! Your Majesty, do you want to kill your relatives?"
"Your Majesty, there is no one in the bedroom."
"Your Majesty, there is no study room."
Sheng Lingyuan frowned. Although Xuan Ji didn't understand what Sheng Lingyuan was looking for, he suddenly felt something faint under his feet, but it was of the same origin as himself. He hurriedly said, "Down! Is it in that ice cellar?"
Sheng Lingyuan didn't know whether he heard it vaguely, or he had a tacit understanding with him. As soon as Xuan Ji finished speaking, his eyes fell on the floor tiles: "Search the Ice Hall."
The guard was stunned for a moment, and the old woman's voice changed: "Sheng Xiao, how dare you! What kind of beast are you? Could it be that the devil came to the world from that day and has no heart!"
"I said, search, ice, hall," Sheng Lingyuan walked towards the entrance of the ice hall without raising his head, "it's very noisy, tell her to shut up."
The guard with the knife covered the old mother's mouth, raised the knife and wiped her neck, which seemed to be the prelude to the bloodshed in the Changming Palace—the coldness in the Ice Palace is deceiving, the complete works of the guards in the Changming Palace In this place, a human wall was formed. Sheng Lingyuan said, "Those who stand in the way will die", and the silent queen dowager's bedroom immediately became a Shura field.
It wasn't until Xuan Ji saw the layout of the ice hall that Xuan Ji realized that it was not an ordinary ice cellar. The inside was arranged like a mourning hall, with a coffin in the middle and a spiritual tablet - King Ning Shengwei hanging on it.
He is Sheng Xiao's elder brother with the same father and mother.
Xuan Ji shivered, Empress Chen put the eldest son's coffin in the ice cellar of her bedroom!
In such a huge Duling Palace, are there any normal people
An old woman in a fine attire bent her waist, stood in front of the coffin, and slowly turned around: "What are you doing?"
Sheng Lingyuan finally changed the set of greetings that remained unchanged: "Where's the child?"
The Empress Dowager Chen turned around slowly, as if she had been in the ice cellar for too long, her face was already frozen, and she showed a stiff and blue sneer: "That bastard? He's dead."
"Your Majesty," a guard ran over and whispered, "There is no ice palace."
Sheng Lingyuan: "Look again—I put a drop of my heart on Tong'er, it's not so easy to move him."
"Your Majesty, Queen Mother..."
At this moment, Xuan Ji caught the familiar atmosphere again: "It seems to be in a coffin..."
Before he finished speaking, Sheng Lingyuan had already stepped forward.
"Sheng Xiao, what are you doing? This is your elder brother's immortal body! How dare you disrespect the dead!"
"You killed his flesh and blood in front of his coffin." Sheng Lingyuan turned his head, "If he knows, guess who he wants to strangle to death."
After finishing speaking, Sheng Lingyuan directly instructed the guards to take down Queen Mother Chen, and then "invited" King Ning's body out with one hand.
There was actually a small mechanism under the pillow of the corpse. After unscrewing it, the coffin opened from the middle, revealing a secret passage underneath, and hot air gushed out immediately, mixed with the miserable cry of a child.
Sheng Lingyuan took a step back first, then rushed in directly.
The black mist wrapped around him like a suit of armor, and was scorched by the flames and regenerated again. The color of the flames was almost white, and the degree was close to that of Suzaku Lihuo, with a baby roasting in the middle.
The child was covered with a protective film, which was almost torn apart by the flames. Sheng Lingyuan hugged him, and the secret room magnified Queen Mother Chen's screams countless times: "Evil seed! He is an evil seed just like you! You guys If the things that pollute the blood of the human race are not destroyed, the fire of Chiyuan will never be extinguished!"