Michiko

What Gong Yunrui prepared for Xie Xuanyang was still a white robe, but this white robe was plain and had ink graphics on the bottom, and the gauze gown was embroidered with asparagus bamboo, which made Xie Xuanyang less immortal when he wore it. He is more refined and elegant, and has some similarities with the staff in the fifth prince's mansion.

After Xie Xuanyang changed his clothes, he rode Gong Yunrui's carriage to the palace.It was late at night when he and Gong Lingze arrived last night, even though there were lights in the palace, it was not enough to see the whole palace clearly, but this time he came with Gong Yunrui to see clearly.

The imperial palace is worthy of being an imperial palace, no matter how gorgeous the Prince's Mansion is, it can't compare to it.After passing the palace wall, the majestic and majestic palace palace unfolded in front of his eyes.There are glazed mandarin duck tiles on the top of each hall, and red lacquer on the bottom.On the eaves and corners of the main hall in the middle, there are four golden dragon sculptures soaring with their heads high.

Except for the main hall, the other halls in the palace are also decorated with carved beams and painted pillars. Only one place is scorched earth.

When Xie Xuanyang came here, he could see ruins as soon as he saw it. The original gate of the palace had been burned down, and he didn't know where it was.Fortunately, Gong Yunrui grew up in Lanlin Palace, so he could find out the location of the palace gate even with his eyes closed.

I saw Gong Yunrui standing in front of the ruins with his hands behind his back, looking left and right, and after a while, he walked to one side with concentration, pointed to a place, and said, "Come on, push this place away."

The scorched wood and rubble in front of them were removed, and a deformed door appeared in front of everyone.Xie Xuanyang looked inside, it was pitch black, and the daylight could only allow him to see a small part of the hall outside.For unknown reasons, the exterior of 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 murals on the wall of the palace of the concubine in the harem?Xie Xuanyang couldn't help but feel weird. It's not a strange thing to have murals in palaces, but it would be a big problem if they were painted with murals of gods and ghosts. I haven't seen it painted in the bedroom.

What's going on with Lanlin Palace?Xie Xuanyang was puzzled, and was about to ask Gong Yunrui, but saw that he had already led his subordinates in first, so Xie Xuanyang had no choice but to follow quickly.

As soon as he entered the Lanlin Palace, a dull air with an unknown fishy smell rushed towards his face, making Xie Xuanyang's nose itchy and he sneezed hard.The sound of sneezing was extremely loud in the silent palace, and immediately attracted the attention of the people walking in front.

"Xie Daochang, are you okay?" Gong Yunrui asked, and as his words sounded, the subordinates around him handed Xie Xuanyang a handkerchief.

"Sorry, I don't get used to it for a while, but it will be fine in a while." Xie Xuanyang took the veil to cover his nose, and said in a muffled voice.

"The Taoist priest is careful." Gong Yunrui reminded, "It's the same when walking, it will be bad if you destroy the clues."

Xie Xuanyang nodded. He looked around and found that the internal situation of the Lanlin Palace was the same as he had guessed outside. There was almost no damage, so he asked, "Your Highness, I am puzzled by one thing. The exterior of this palace is completely destroyed." , how does this interior look like it has been burned?"

Gong Yunrui said, "Does the Taoist know that Lanlin Palace was caught in a fire 20 years ago?"

Xie Xuanyang nodded.Of course he knew that Gong Lingze had mentioned to him more than once about the fire that took away the two concubines and made the two princes motherless.

Gong Yunrui got the promise and continued, "The fire 20 years ago completely burned down the Lanlin Palace. Now the Lanlin Palace has been rebuilt. Special materials prepared by craftsmen were used inside, so the fire cannot burn it down."

Xie Xuanyang asked, "Then I wonder if there will be a new concubine to live in after the reconstruction?"

Gong Yunrui shook his head and said with a sneer, "How can those lowly women deserve to live here?"

With his hands behind his back, he took the torch from his subordinates, and under the light of the fire, he looked around the inner hall with nostalgic eyes, and said softly, "This is... the palace of the concubine mother."

Xie Xuanyang also saw the wall clearly under the flashing firelight, and a strange feeling surged in his heart again.Previously, he thought that there were gods and ghosts painted on the walls of this temple, but when he walked in, he realized that they were not at all, but were all narrative paintings.The pigments used in this painting are very bright, a lot of maroon and bright blue are outlined with bright yellow.

This is even more strange. Most of the narrative murals are painted in tombs. The maroon color is like dried blood, and the bright yellow has a dark meaning. Only the dead will always use it.Moreover, the characters in this mural are distorted, slender like insects, with hideous faces, like evil ghosts who died with resentment.Not to mention the royal family, it is taboo to put it in any folk family. 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 get a better look. The light here was too dark, and the characters in the murals were too strange. If he was far away, he couldn't tell what was being narrated.

He squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a while, only then realized that what he was talking about was about the previous dynasty.

The emperor is fatuous, there are wine pools and meat forests, 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 himself was having fun.As time goes by, the world is in chaos, eunuchs are in power and treacherous officials are in power, and other countries are ready to move when they see this, internal and external troubles, and the people are in dire straits.

At this time, suddenly two men in Chinese clothes rose up.Xie Xuanyang guessed that the two people in Chinese clothes were referring to the two princes.One of these two led the troops to the border, killed the enemy before him, and killed those people from other countries who tried to invade; the other was stationed in the imperial city, led the courtiers to fight against the party, killed the treacherous officials, and regained the ruling power. .

The mural on the left ends here abruptly.Xie Xuanyang looked to the right again, and the mural on the right changed its style.If the left side talks about the two princes' internal affairs to stabilize the country, foreign wars to protect the country, and complement each other to determine the overall situation, then the right side is a bloody and inhuman massacre.

The protagonist of the mural on the right is also a man in Chinese clothes.Xie Xuanyang compared the two paintings, and found that the person on the right seemed to be the prince in the imperial capital Anguo in the mural on the left.

In this mural, the prince stands beside the high throne on which sits the old emperor.The emperor wore a twelve-pronged crown, but there was no dignity at all. There was a leash around his neck, and several thick chains tied his body, and he was lying on the throne with his eyes closed.And that prince had a weird grin on his face, this smile was exaggerated, directly occupying two-thirds of his face, and the remaining one-third were his bent eyes, looking down at his feet.

There was a bloody field under his feet, the ground was full of stumps, and blood flowed like a river.Countless courtiers were hung upside down with their heads down, and their throats all had openings, from which blood dripped onto the ground, forming a puddle of blood.There were several headless men in armor kneeling by the pool, their heads fell to the ground, their eyes wide open and staring 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 about the events of the previous dynasty, but also contained other meanings.He turned his head and wanted to ask Gong Yunrui.Just as he was moving, his eyes suddenly caught a paragraph of words in the lower corner of the mural.This paragraph is written in scarlet, like a blood book.

On the road:

I hate the monarch who deviates from the front, humiliates and kills his loyal ministers!Destroy my family, bear my name, we will die with peace in our eyes! ——Jiangmen Wang

How could Jiangmen's blood book appear on the wall of the harem concubine's bedroom?Xie Xuanyang felt even more weird in his heart, this Lanlin Palace is too strange, not only was it deliberately rebuilt with fire prevention but the concubine was not allowed to stay again, and there was also a painting on the wall that had nothing to do with the harem, and even had a lot of dissatisfaction with the royal family. Homage to the mural.

Why hasn't Lanlin Palace been destroyed yet?Could it be that the emperor of Xiliang was so broad-minded that he could tolerate everything?As a first-time prince, Gong Yunrui didn't react when he saw this metaphorical mural in his mother's palace?

Xie Xuanyang was full of doubts, his head was in chaos, and all his thoughts seemed to be a messy ball of threads.

"Xie Daoist, 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 discovered something, so he 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, "Your Highness, look here."

Gong Yunrui didn't know what Xie Xuanyang asked him to look at, and there was nothing unusual in what he saw, so he asked, "What's here?"

Xie Xuanyang asked, "Is there a blood letter?"

Gong Yunrui said, "No."

Xie Xuanyang gave a "hmm" in confusion, and pointed to other places on the wall, "Have you seen the murals, Your Highness?"

Gong Yunrui said, "No. Daoist Xie, did you blink your eyes? There have never been murals in my mother's concubine's Lanlin Palace, not before the reconstruction, nor after the reconstruction."

Xie Xuanyang frowned immediately when he heard the words, turned his head back and forth to look at the murals and blood books in front of him several times, and thought to himself, 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 fingers touched the wall, a burst of cold air rushed into his body along with his fingers, and the mural in front of him instantly twisted, turning into a huge vortex centered on his fingers, shrinking smaller and smaller It was as if the cool air had squeezed into his body.

Xie Xuanyang was startled, and quickly withdrew his hand, but found that he couldn't move. He regained control only after 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 is not something that ordinary people can see. Even monks have to have a certain level of cultivation.

Perhaps this mural was just for him to see.Xie Xuanyang thought with a sullen face.

"Thank you, Daoist? Thank you, Daoist?" Gong Yunrui called with some dissatisfaction when he realized that Xie Xuanyang had fallen into silence again.He has been the prince for so many years, no one has ever dared to distract himself in front of him, and Xie Xuanyang was the first.

"Sorry." Xie Xuanyang replied after recovering.

"What is Daoist Xie thinking about so preoccupied?" Gong Yunrui asked, "Could it be a clue?"

"There are no clues...huh?" Xie Xuanyang was talking, when he suddenly found a strange mark on the wall where the blood book was, like a fire pattern.

"This is?" He said, reaching out his hand.But just with a light touch, a slope suddenly appeared under Xie Xuanyang's feet.The slope seemed to be oiled, and before he could react, he slipped and fell.