The long sky of Qingming

When mentioning mass graves, the words that can be associated with them are gloomy and desolate, but when mentioning imperial tombs, they will always have a solemn and solemn color, which most ordinary people will forget. The treasures in the mausoleum are buried with them, and the essence of the imperial mausoleum is just a cemetery, and there are also dense bones buried in it.

Some people are born noble, even after death, they have not forgotten that they are superior to others.

Although Fuyao is a small country, its history spans hundreds of years. Generations of Yao ancestors are buried in the majestic mausoleum that is out of reach in the eyes of the common people. However, in Yi Yao's eyes, what this place represents is Only cold and dark.

There is a cold stone wall behind, and the cold air is piercing into the bones of people as if desperately, the faint smell of blood comes from the crowded and dark space, and Yi Yao's consciousness has gradually blurred.

He has been a prince since he was born, and his broken knee is a big injury. The whole palace has to circle around him. He has never eaten any bones, but this place is small and cold, and the hard stone slabs make people's bones ache. , but he couldn't even turn over, the darkness was like a giant beast, swallowing all the light and shadow, only Yiyao's breathing was infinitely amplified, and the passage of time was even more unbearable.

Yiyao doesn't know how long he has been trapped here, his voice is hoarse, and his ten fingers hurt so badly that he can't even cry. Now he just feels tight in his chest and can't breathe. Might be smothered to death...

But he was still very scared. After such a long time, why no one came to save him?

This place can't even straighten his hands and feet, who... can come and save him?

The gradually thinning air made Yi Yao's consciousness gradually blurred. He opened his eyes with some fear, but he still couldn't see anything. The hunger and pain gradually faded away, and he felt that he was about to die...

in case……

If he hadn't finished thinking about this, Yi Yao cut off the thought sadly, his father, emperor and mother didn't come to save him, no one would come...

There was a rustling sound in the darkness, I don't know what it was coming from, and Yi Yao had no strength to guess, curled up and waited for his own death, and then... a soft light came in, and there was a figure, Shrouded in the halo of the ever-burning lamp, I can't see the shape clearly, but the sound is very pleasant, like the spring water in Liquan.

"Hey kid, are you still alive?"

Yi Yao originally thought he was dead, but the air that suddenly rushed into his lungs made him gasp violently: "You cough, cough, cough..."

"Wow, it's really not dead, hey, hey, you come out first."

Lin Tao pushed all the sarcophagus away, put his hands under Yi Yao's armpit and carried him out, only to find that the child's ten fingers were all worn out, and there were countless messy blood marks on the sarcophagus lid, shocking.

"Damn, what's the matter with this place? How can you put a child in a coffin? It's too inhuman?! Such a heavy resentment deserves to be plagued by ghosts."

Lin Tao was cursing, looking at Yiyao's messy clothes and hair, his brows were almost knotted: "Child, where is your adult? Why are you here?"

Yi Yao retrieved a life from the gate of ghosts. He was young and frightened, but he has not reacted yet. He only felt that there was a voice saying something from a long distance away, and subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound. In the past, the little face was full of tears and the lips were white.

He opened his eyes wide in confusion, trying to see who was talking to him, but he opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Forget it, let me take you out of here first," Lin Tao scratched his head irritably, put Yi Yao under his arm, and walked out with the sword.

He also has no experience in raising children, so he doesn't think there is anything wrong with this posture, and at the same time he complained cursingly: "What the hell is it, it's so gloomy, any child will be so scared that he can't speak , The layout of this place is too weird, it is magnificent, why is it so dark..."

Yiyao didn't know anything. It was really uncomfortable for him to be held by Lin Tao with one hand. In addition, Lin Tao walked very unruly, jumping and running for a while. The nurses are very different, but the boy's body temperature is transmitted through the thin fabric, like a ball of flames in the ice and snow, deadly warmth.

The royal cemetery was guarded, and there were many troops surrounding it, but this did not hinder Lin Tao. After leaving the tomb, he directly used his sword. He left the cemetery area after a while, and found the nearest inn before falling down.

"Xiao Er, hurry up, open a room for me, bring a bucket of hot water and food, by the way, do you have children's clothes here?"

As Lin Tao glanced at Yiyao, he noticed one thing. Although this kid is in a mess now, his clothes are layered on top of each other. At first glance, it looks like that kind of special solemn and gorgeous material. I'm afraid she even put on makeup, but it's a pity that she was all overwhelmed by tears and looked very pitiful.

"Tsk tsk, what kind of evil is done in this place, it scares children."

Even though he had already fallen to the ground, Yiyao still grabbed Lin Tao's clothes tightly, buried his head in Lin Tao's waist and refused to lift it up, and didn't say a word the whole time, obviously overly frightened.

This inn seems to be a key place for transit. Although the conditions are not good, hot water is always prepared. Xiaoer led Lin Tao to the room and quickly delivered a bucket of hot water.

"Hey, you can take a shower yourself, I don't have the habit of serving others, hello, brat?"

Lin Tao felt that it was a bit troublesome, because this kid would hug people like an octopus and would not let go. If it weren't for the fact that he just pulled this kid out of the coffin, Lin Tao might have already lifted people away.

But he is a sympathetic and good boy, so he squeezed out a little patience and said kindly: "My child, let me go first, then go to take a bath, take a rest, and tell me what you know." Tell me, I still have to take care of this matter, I won't run away, look how dirty you are now, if... uh, you..."

Lin Tao's voice stopped abruptly, not only because Yiyao finally let go of him, but to be precise, it was because the child finally couldn't hold on anymore, and his body softened and passed out.Lin Tao quickly caught him. The child's body is soft and harmless to humans and animals. How could others have the heart to bury him alive?

If it hadn't been for him to hide in the tomb by chance, if he hadn't noticed that there was still a faint vitality here, the child would really have died...

Lin Tao glanced at the wet marks on his clothes, and reluctantly decided not to bother with this brat. After all, this brat didn’t cry from the moment the coffin was opened, and he couldn’t bear the kind of noisy wailing.

After comforting himself in this way, Lin Tao really felt better, and began to resign himself to undressing Yi Yao, but he was stumped by the complicated straps, and suddenly became extremely irritable, and he pulled out his sword and chopped off all the straps. Then he pulled out the white and tender Yi Yao like peeling an egg: "Tsk, like tofu, this kid is still from a rich family."

Lin Tao, who was so poor that he didn't even give any subsidies to go out and experience the sect, pouted, and fished Yi Yao out after a while. The whole process didn't take more than a stick of incense, which was very perfunctory.

Just as Lin Tao was wrapped up by Yi Yao with a quilt, there was a knock on the door, it was the waiter from the shop just now.

"Guest officer, there are no children here on weekdays in the wilderness. I have a set of coarse clothes I bought for my son. I haven't worn them yet. They are very clean. Do you think they are suitable?"

The little one was very embarrassed when he said this, after all, the clothes Yiyao wore when he came here were obviously either rich or expensive, and he probably didn't like the clothes of poor people like them.

Lin Tao didn't say anything, took the things over politely, and wanted to give the little silver, but he refused in fear.

"Oh, what are you doing, guest officer? These things are really not worth the money. The fee you gave just now is enough."

There was no way, Lin Tao could only take it, and asked again: "Thank you, how can I get to the nearest town from here?"

The little girl showed the way, and Lin Tao asked him to take care of Yiyao, and then went out with the sword.

A journey of twenty or thirty miles is a long way for ordinary people, but Lin Tao walked with his sword, and he walked back and forth in half an hour, and sent a set of newly bought clothes to the waiter in the shop. This time, he simply didn't talk to anyone. Greeted directly, put the things in the room of the second child, and then went to see Yiyao's situation.

Yi Yao was terrified in the coffin, exhausted, and has not woken up until now, so Lin Tao didn't care too much, and simply meditated and practiced. On the other side of the room, the adult Yi Yao stood beside the bed with a look of nostalgia, Looking at the replaced satin clothes, I feel complicated.

He has always been curious about where such good-fabric clothes come from in this kind of wilderness.Lin Tao has never been considered a careful person. His principle of life is just "revenge for revenge, repay kindness for kindness", but he did this to a mortal who met a stranger.

I don't know whether this illusion is to make up for the regrets in people's hearts or whether this matter really happened.

Yiyao walked up to the young Lin Tao, his appearance was not much different from what he is now, but more energetic and flamboyant, Yiyao stretched out his hand with some nostalgia, but he couldn't touch Lin Tao's face at all, and couldn't help but smile wryly for a moment.

The reason why the illusion confuses people's hearts is that it can confuse the real with the fake. Fuyao Imperial Mausoleum carries his nightmare. In his illusion, it should be in a narrow and dark coffin, or the Fuyao Palace where there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Tao's existence allowed him to cut off these shadows from the very beginning.

From the moment he was in the darkness, the familiar sense of fear pulled him back a hundred years ago, and when Lin Tao pushed away the sarcophagus, the light of the ever-burning lamp instantly pulled him back to reality. Not the poor little one who was sacrificed and the country was destroyed.

For Yiyao, such an illusion is not difficult to break. He popped out of his childhood body and returned to his adult appearance, but he was nostalgic for every expression of the young Lin Tao. Looking at the boy he admired unscrupulously.

The author has something to say: The meeting between Lin Tao and Yi Yao is definitely a fateful encounter, everything is arranged!

In the next chapter, from Lin Tao’s perspective, I will tell you why our irascible senior brother has nothing to do with the junior junior brother, and why the noble little prince becomes a crying (xin) bag (ji)