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Ming Huang got off his horse and knelt down: "My son deserves to die for his crimes, please return to the palace and rest earlier."

Leaning on the gun, the emperor gasped heavily, and said for a long time, "Show me your car, go back to the palace."

Ming Huang stood up and scolded the chief guard: "What are you doing in a daze, drive back to the palace!"

A group of people rushed to help the emperor up, boarded back to the golden chariot, and slowly flew out of the Qiushou paddock.Ming Huang watched the golden chariot go away, then turned his head and smiled at King Huai: "Brother Emperor, why don't you set off yet? If you don't set off again, the prey will be robbed."

King Huai looked unhappy, turned his head and left.

As soon as King Huai left, Ming Huang relaxed a lot and called, "Qingyang."

"Ok?"

"It's nothing to do anyway, let's take a look around." Ming Huang narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Qiushou paddock has a vast area, with mountains, rivers and valleys, streams, rivers and lakes.Walking into the deep forest, red leaves are better than fire everywhere, wild fruits are sweet and fragrant, the hunting team is not in a hurry, Ming Huang chatted with Zhang Qingyang about the problem of cultivation.

Zhang Qingyang was a little uneasy at first, and Ming Huang seemed to have no intention of hunting at all, but judging from his expression, his worry seemed to be nothing at all, so he didn't care.

Three years of kendo sparring with He Yifei, and Chun Guanlan's suggestion, Zhang Qingyang's knowledge in kendo is no less than that of any Yuanying Daxiu.And Ming Huang was usually very busy, and his practice was more or less lagging behind, and his thinking was a little dull. Regarding the practice of swordsmanship, he talked with each other very happily.

As the hunting party was walking, Ming Huang gave him a kiss while no one was looking.

Zhang Qingyang was startled: "Someone..."

Ming Huang grinned, "Here are all my people, what are you afraid of!"

Zhang Qingyang's face flushed red.

Ming Huang's hunting team is all well-educated people, scattered in the jungle, hunting symbolically, not paying too much attention to what is going on with the master.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a beautiful place." Ming Huang clamped his horse's belly and galloped.Zhang Qingyang raised the rein of the horse: "Run."

The horse ran very smartly, and Zhang Qingyang was very satisfied.

Ming Huang didn't run fast either, he crossed the thorny jungle, dodged left and right, the dense forest was full of green shadows, Zhang Qingyang almost lost him a few times.

"Ah, we're here!" Ming Huang turned around and greeted Zhang Qingyang, "Come here quickly!"

Zhang Qingyang hurried over and pushed aside the branches and leaves. He was stunned by the scene in front of him.

There is a big lake, with light green and sparkling ripples nearby, blue water in the distance, a few agate-colored maple leaves floating on the lake, the water is so clear that the maple leaves seem to be floating in mid-air, it is so beautiful.

"What time is this evening, the boat is in the middle of the boat. When is the day today, I have to be in the same boat with the prince. I am ashamed and treated, and I don't want to be shamed. I am troubled and endless, and I know the prince. There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees. , Your heart pleases you, do you know?" Ming Huang sang softly and slowly, his eyes full of bright starlight.

It took Zhang Qingyang a long time to open his mouth: "How...how did you find it?"

"The former dynasty mentioned in "Song on the Boat" is Hong Ling's former dynasty, can't you imagine it?" Ming Huang smiled, "I saw this song a long time ago, but I didn't know how to sing it at that time. What do you mean, I subconsciously thought that the person on the boat was a woman..." He blushed, prettier than the maple leaves floating on the lake.

The two jumped off their horses and approached the great lake. They felt more and more shockingly beautiful. The power of nature's good fortune was vividly reflected here.

"The first time I participated in autumn hunting when I was seven years old, I found this place. I also found a thatched cottage across the lake." Ming Huang blinked at him, "Go and see?"

The thatched cottage on the edge of the great lake probably belonged to the alluring beauty in "Song on a Boat".Zhang Qingyang nodded: "OK."

The two stepped onto the flying sword hand in hand, the flying sword was pressed extremely low, less than an inch away from the lake surface, the light wind raised by the flying sword wrinkled the crystal surface, which did not hinder the view of the muddy bottom of the lake at all, it was astonishingly clear.

The thatched cottage on the other side of the lake is hidden in a piece of lush greenery, and it is hard to find without looking carefully.

There are four or five thatched houses, and two vegetable fields are opened in front of the main house, and the weeds grow wildly.Swallows built nests under the eaves, and spiders weaved webs. When the wooden door was pushed open, the dust that was stirred up was as much as a cloud of fog.Ming Huang coughed from the choking, and reminded Zhang Qingyang: "Don't make wind tricks! The thatched hut has been abandoned for hundreds of years, and it hasn't been blown."

When the dust settled, all the furnishings in the house seemed to look like they had been occupied before, such as tables, chairs, benches, water tanks and gourds, a row of nails on the wooden frame on the wall, an oiled paper umbrella hanging on it, and two rotten ones like spider webs. Cloth.

All thatched huts are connected to each other. Ming Huang strolls east and west, full of curiosity like a child.

"Didn't you come here?"

"It's here. At that time I didn't dare to go in because I was afraid of ghosts." Ming Huang smiled a little embarrassedly.

He found the kitchen, opened the cupboard, two stacks of china bowls, a stack of china plates.There are only two stacks of bowls, which should be for eating, and four or five bowls in one stack, maybe for steaming vegetables and eggs?

The chopsticks are missing, maybe they are all rotten?

No matter what, Ming Huang strengthened his mind, pointed to the two stacked bowls and said, "They must be together, and they have lived together for a long time!"

Zhang Qingyang took it over and looked at it. It was very ordinary porcelain, the carcass was not evenly made, the glaze color was not complete, and the patterns were very rough. It is hard to imagine that an emperor who had enjoyed the glory and wealth in the first half of his life would abandon everything and be willing to live in the forest. Eat bran pharynx deep in the depths.

"Their tombs are also nearby. Come on, I'll take you to see them." Like an excited child, Ming Huang took Zhang Qingyang's hand and strode out of the thatched hut, turning to the back of the thatched hut.The thatched house was backed by a hill, and Ming Huang climbed up to the hill by stepping on a branch of a big tree. He pointed to a protruding grass that looked like a graveyard and said, "That's their tomb! When I came here, there were still tombstones. Now It's fallen."

Looking at the grass-covered tomb, Zhang Qingyang felt that something was wrong.

His thoughts turned quickly: "Is this a person's tomb or a joint burial?"

Ming Huang was a little surprised, but gradually turned into doubts. He understood the words behind Zhang Qingyang's words.

If one of them died first, where did the other go?And there are no traces of worship in front of the grave.Assuming it is a joint burial, who will fill it?This seems a little weird.

He stared at the fallen tombstone, stepped forward and turned it over, brushed off the weeds and dust, and carefully read a line of small crooked words on it: "Ashamed...ashamed of my wife?"

The reality under the beautiful legend seems not so wonderful.

He looked up: "Open the coffin to see?"

Zhang Qingyang hesitated: "The dead are the most important, this is not good."

On the contrary, Ming Huang strengthened his determination: "Open the coffin!"

The two of them worked together, and first burned the weeds with a fire.Without a shovel, it was blasted with spells, and the explosion was controlled to the lowest range. After a while, the grave was leveled, revealing a black coffin head, and a hole had rotted out of the sharp corner.

Zhang Qingyang swept the wooden sword, and the wind of the sword cut obliquely against the angle of the coffin, flying a large layer of earth and rock, and billowing smoke and dust.

The wooden sword was inserted into the gap of the coffin, and the sword consciousness suddenly came to life. He was furious and protested loudly. Zhang Qingyang turned a deaf ear to it, and pried it up vigorously. More than half of the fragile coffin board cracked and fell into the coffin.

There was only one skeleton in the coffin.

This was not the first time Ming Huang had seen a corpse. He hovered over the coffin with a flying sword, blowing away the pieces of wood, dust, and pieces of clothes little by little, finally revealing the withered and yellow bones, lying down in a very correct posture.

However, the seven cervical vertebrae are disconnected.

The forearm bone, three ribs, and femur bone have calluses that have healed after obvious fractures, and the patella has damage marks, indicating that he was injured and beaten many times during his lifetime.

Ming Huang touched the skull, the bones were beautiful.He closed his eyes and imagined, the eyes of the people on the boat should be typical almond eyes, the face is relatively round, the chin is pointed, which is cute, and the smile is clean, like the clear water of a big lake.Looking back and smiling, it is extremely amazing, no matter whether you look left, right or side view, it is amazing beauty.

"The history books of the previous dynasty record that the last emperor had a surly temper and was riddled with bad habits. There were tens of thousands of palace maids and eunuchs, who worked like cattle and horses, and ate like pigs and dogs. The punishment was abused, and the palace was miserable. At most, 660 six people were killed in one day. The maid of the palace of menstruation speaks falsely about eliminating disasters and avoiding difficulties, and getting rid of bad luck." Ming Huang gave a wry smile.

"I should have thought about it, how could such a bastard change his nature."

"But... why don't you run?" He almost choked up.

"How does a person who is not familiar with the world know that his nature is so bad and hard to change?" Zhang Qingyang sighed, and hugged Ming Huang, "Okay, since he is willing to bury the body, doesn't it mean that he has a guilty conscience. The people on the boat There is also a place of burial, he may not be sure, it is also retribution." He comforted softly, "Don't cry, you rest on the side, I will bury it."

Cutting trees and cutting boards, Zhang Qingyang started carpentry for the first time. The experience of everyone in Liucang is still useful. He remembers how to plan boards and fix lines, but he doesn't have an ink fountain.After working on it for a long time, no matter how much sword knowledge scolded, it was useless, so he simply shut up and passed out, secretly vowing not to sleep for hundreds of years to be sorry for his identity.

Covered with wooden boards, the coffin was reburied, filled with soil, and piled up with fresh grave bags.When Zhang Qingyang was filling the soil, he almost tripped over a stone. Looking back, he saw that it was the tombstone that Ming Huang had dug out just now.

The words engraved on the tombstone are unexpectedly beautiful: "I love the tomb of the empty lake."

It turns out that the person on the boat is called Konghu.

It's a pity that such a good handwriting, if Konghu knew it underground, wouldn't it be disgusting to have such a tombstone standing on his own grave?

Ming Huang's mood was still depressed, Zhang Qingyang looked at him, and quietly chopped the tombstone into pieces with his sword.

According to the legend, the last emperor failed to find Dahu in his whole life, and finally died of love.

There are also rumors that he found the Great Lake, and from then on he wandered all over the world with his beloved, and the lover finally got married.

Since the ending is so cruel, it might as well not come.

The author has something to say: Announcement content: This article will be published on Monday, December 31rd.Chapter V is from 57-[-]. Readers who have read it should not buy it again.Thank you for your continued support, and please continue to support us in the future.

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