Don't touch my tomb!

A bunch of happy little flowers were blooming in Qin Xiaocong's heart, and he could only feel the spring breeze blowing around him, making his whole body comfortable.

The golden dragon chain tightly connected them together, perhaps sensing the master's intentions, a hot current surged back and forth on the golden dragon chain.

He Lang admitted that he likes me!I am not a stand-in for the person in the painting!Qin Xiaocong was delighted in his heart, and he was never good at hiding his true emotions, so the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, smiling happily.

He Lang scratched the tip of his nose, "You are not allowed to run around in the future, if it weren't for the golden dragon chain, I could hardly find you."

Qin Xiaocong nodded again and again, what He Lang said was right now.

"Let's go back."

"Ok!"

"Wait!" Qin Xiaocong stopped, focusing on dating and almost forgot about business, "He Lang, there are at least three tomb spirits here. It's all your fault for pestering me, otherwise at least one would have been caught!"

He Lang let him scold him and didn't answer back.Everyone has been caught, and the tomb spirit will just find it slowly.

However, the three tomb spirits fled extremely fast and disappeared long ago, leaving no useful information behind. Qin Xiaocong searched the vicinity for a long time but found nothing, so he finally gave up temporarily, "I'm so sleepy, let's go back first." .”

"it is good."

Qin Xiaocong left a footprint in this cemetery as an imprint, and yawned, "Come back tomorrow."

On the way back, He Lang said, "I'll ask my second brother to help me pay attention to the changes around here."

Qin Xiaocong was so sleepy that he lay on He Lang's back and yawned again and again, "I'd better go and see your altar tomorrow before coming back."

"it is good."

He Lang carried Qin Xiaocong back to Chang'an Palace, and when he put him back on the bed, he found that his body was translucent again.

Qin Xiaocong had already fallen asleep completely, or, he fell asleep due to exhaustion.

He Lang gently turned him over, took off his shirt, and carefully looked at the scars on his back.Looking at it this way, He Lang found that the scar had actually expanded!

Originally, the scar stretched from his left shoulder to the central spine, and the widest part was a finger's width.Now, the scar has spread to the right side of his spine, and the widest part has two fingers!

The scars were as black as ink, and bones could be seen faintly.

He Lang's hand slid over the scar, and his fingers slowly tightened.Qin Xiaocong is usually lively and unrestrained, always full of energy, almost making him forget that he is an injured patient!

These few times when he got close to him, Qin Xiaocong took a good face and refused to let him see this scar, it has spread to this extent!

Surging spiritual power overflowed from He Lang's palm, scrambling to enter Qin Xiaocong's body from that scar.

After a long time, He Lang stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Qin Xiaocong turned over, mumbling something.He Lang leaned over to listen, only to hear him say: "I want to be on top..."

He Lang: ...just keep dreaming.

In the middle of the night, Qin Xiaocong woke up rejuvenated, only to feel that his whole body was full of spiritual power, and the previous exhaustion was swept away.

Qin Xiaocong sat up, looked at himself, and realized that He Lang had infused him with spiritual power again.

He Lang was sleeping beside him, Qin Xiaocong looked down for a while, couldn't help but raised his hand to touch his handsome eyebrows, pinched his face, could not help but be immersed in his beauty and couldn't extricate himself.

Oh my god, how could He Lang be so beautiful, with perfect and impeccable facial features and amazing bones.

Although He Zhang is also very beautiful, Qin Xiaocong thinks that He Lang is actually better.It's just that He Lang's dress is orthodox and upright, and he is a bit mature, and his behavior is even more dignified, not as bright and charming as He Zhang.

After all, He Zhang is an old hand in Fengyue, and he always releases his masculine charm consciously or unconsciously, so it is no wonder that Qingyao is jealous.

Obviously He Lang is the most beautiful, but Qing Luan's eyes are really bad!

Qin Xiaocong's eyes fell on He Lang's lips, and his Adam's apple rolled down eagerly.Knowing that there was no one else in the room, he still looked up and quickly kissed He Lang on the lips like a thief.

When He Lang moved his hand, Qin Xiaocong was startled, thinking he was awake.

He Lang didn't wake up, but frowned, as if he was having a nightmare.

He Lang suddenly sat up with his eyes closed, which startled Qin Xiaocong.

"He Lang?"

He Lang didn't respond, he lifted the quilt and got off the ground barefoot.

Is this... is this what he looks like when he has a disease?Qin Xiaocong jumped out of the bed, stopped He Lang, and found that he had opened his eyes, but his eyes were no longer clear, instead they were like black clouds accumulated when a thunderstorm was approaching, and they were chaotic.

What He Lang said was true, he would really lose his mind.Qin Xiaocong held his hand, "I'll get you what you want."

Come on, draw whatever you want.I'm not jealous, I'm not angry... Qin Xiaocong forced himself to comfort himself.

As soon as he touched Qin Xiaocong, He Lang stopped moving. He stopped on the spot for a while, and suddenly held him tightly, "Don't go!"

He had never been so rude before, Qin Xiaocong's hand was about to be crushed by him.

"Where am I leaving, you don't leave, come back and sleep well!"

Unexpectedly, He Lang really walked back to the bed obediently.

When Qin Xiaocong saw it, he closed his eyes again, and quickly helped him to lie down again.During the whole process, Qin Xiaocong's hand was tightly held by him, and he refused to relax at all.

Qin Xiaocong had no choice but to let him hold it like this, and lay down next to him again.Come on, I wanted to kiss other places, so it's better not to provoke him.

The next day, when Qin Xiaocong opened his eyes, he found that He Lang had already woken up, and he was sitting on the head of the bed, frowning in thought.

"What do you think is wrong?"

He Lang shook his head, "It's okay. It's just... I... last night..."

"I wanted to commit a disease, but I didn't succeed." Thinking of He Lang's reaction last night, Qin Xiaocong felt a little proud. He must have felt the calling of his love, so he stopped drawing that person.

Probably He Lang was used to him getting sick from time to time, so he didn't bother much, but it was Qin Xiaocong's injury that made him care more.Through his shirt, he raised his hand to caress Qin Xiaocong's back, "How do you feel now?"

Qin Xiaocong's body trembled, "It's numb and itchy, don't touch me like that."

"Is there really no way to heal it?" He Lang asked, "Bai Hezi's and Jiao Jiaoyue's injuries are slowly getting better."

Qin Xiaocong wept, "He Lang, you don't know how terrifying those lightning strikes are. I was struck straight, and they were only affected incidentally."

To be precise, those thunders were all heading towards the owner of the tomb.They came very suddenly, the tomb was blown up by sky thunder, and it was in a mess. In the chaos, Qin Xiaocong threw himself on the owner of the tomb without caring much.

Even so, the golden jade garment on the tomb owner's body was chopped into ashes.Sometimes, Qin Xiaocong would think dejectedly that the reason why he couldn't find him was because he was struck by lightning and vanished into thin air at that time.

However, the land god also said that the owner of the tomb just disappeared.

In fact, Qin Xiaocong also understands that the owner of the tomb is definitely not an ordinary person who can make all the tomb spirits surrender and occupy such a large mountain as a cemetery.It's just that it's too difficult to find him, so at least leave a clue!

"Are you going through calamity? The thunder of heaven struck you?" He Lang asked.

"I don't quite know how those thunders came from, the land god said it was because of me." Qin Xiaocong painfully recalled the scene at that time, "I don't remember too well, I stayed in the tomb with the owner of the tomb at that time, those thunders Hacking randomly, I had no choice but to hug him, thinking that I could block some or some..."

While talking, Qin Xiaocong noticed that He Lang's face was pulled down, and his voice became smaller and smaller.Oops, he seems to be angry again.

"So, you risked your life to save the owner of your tomb?" He Lang said angrily, "You really have a deep love between father and son."

Qin Xiaocong: ...

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Liufu's voice came in, "Your Highness, the altar envoy is already waiting outside."

This is to wake them up.

He Lang raised his voice, "Let him wait a while."

He Lang wanted to take Qin Xiaocong to see his family's genealogy, so he wanted to enter the underground palace of the altar.There are many rules in the royal altar, and it is not open on weekdays, even the prince cannot enter it casually.To open an altar, special altar envoys had to lead them in. Before entering, they had to burn incense and bathe, and they were not allowed to eat.

After going through tedious etiquette, Qin Xiaocong finally entered the altar of the He clan.

He Lang first took Qin Xiaocong into the main hall on the first floor.In the main hall are tablets of the ancestors of the He family. He Lang didn't pay much attention to these people, and his eyes stayed on a tablet in the lower left corner.

He Lang took three sticks of incense, lit them, inserted them into the incense burner in front of the tablet, knelt down respectfully, and kowtowed three times.

Qin Xiaocong saw that the tablet said "Empress Xiushi..." This is the spiritual tablet of He Lang's mother.

Qin Xiaocong followed He Lang's lead and took three sticks of incense. After offering them respectfully, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

After he got up, He Lang stood side by side with him, "Mother, this is Qin Xiaocong, he is my beloved."

Qin Xiaocong was a little nervous, so he couldn't help standing up straighter.

He Lang didn't say anything more, and said to Qin Xiaocong, "Let's go."

The two entered the underground palace together, starting from the generation of He's grandparents.

The more Qin Xiaocong looked at He's genealogy and personal biography, the more he discovered that the He family had a close relationship with Yupo.The ancestor of the He clan was named He Gui, and he was a skilled jade carving craftsman. He could have lived his life peacefully by relying on his craftsmanship.It's a pity that we were born in troubled times, and in order to survive, we had to rise up against the pole.

The emperors in the world pay attention to the natural imperial power. Every dynasty and generation of emperors have to write some anecdotes related to gods to show their own extraordinaryness, and He Gui is no exception.

According to the genealogy records, when He Gui fought fiercely with the army of the previous dynasty, he was assisted by the gods.When the gods descended, He Gui's ability to defeat the previous dynasty and open up a new dynasty was due to destiny.

After He Gui ascended the throne, he never forgot the kindness of the god, made a portrait of the god with his own hands, and issued an edict to build a golden body and erect a temple for the god.

Qin Xiaocong found an old scroll in the file, he opened it carefully, "I sincerely pray to God of Heaven to protect and prosper my dynasty", a line of vigorous and powerful words appeared on the upper left of the scroll.

Continue to unfold, and the whole person in the painting is presented in front of Qin Xiaocong.

"He Lang." Qin Xiaocong said.

"Huh?" He Lang was flipping through another personal journal, "Did you find anything?"

"He Lang, come and see, is this person you?"

He Lang walked over quickly and watched the painting carefully with Qin Xiaocong.

In the painting is a warrior dressed in white, holding a sword in his hand, stepping on auspicious clouds, his clothes fluttering, and the rolling mountains behind him.This person looks like a dragon and a phoenix, making one unable to take one's eyes away just by looking at it.

To say that this person is He Lang is not objective.Because He Gui didn't draw the real face of this person, but only clicked a pair of eyes.But these eyes are very expressive, the transparent indigo color, after hundreds of years, is still lifelike.

When Qin Xiaocong saw the person in the painting, his first reaction was that it was He Lang.The person He Gui painted, his figure, demeanor, just look at those eyes, is really exactly the same as He Lang.

However, He Lang was by his side, and after thinking about it, he knew it couldn't be him.It's just, it's so similar!

Qin Xiaocong looked left and right, the more he looked, the more he looked like He Lang, "Do you look like it?"

He Lang stood in the pose of the person in the painting, Qin Xiaocong's eyes lit up, "You really seem to have stepped out of the painting!"

He Lang took the scroll and looked at it, then asked Qin Xiaocong, "Is it possible that the person in this painting is the owner of the tomb? What else is written on the back?"

Qin Xiaocong hurriedly continued to look at He Gui's life, "The following... is full of praises, wait, look here..."

He Lang leaned over to watch with him, "Before the death of Taizu, regardless of his physical weakness, he insisted on going to Kunlun Mountain to worship the gods, and all the ministers tried their best to dissuade..."

"Kunlun Mountain is where the tomb is located. He Lang, what the Taizu emperor saw may really be the owner of my tomb!" Qin Xiaocong was very excited, "I guessed right, you really have a connection with the tomb owner."

He Lang nodded, and handed him the book he was reading just now, "Look at this passage, the descendants of the He family all have blue eyes and inherit the blessings of the gods."

In other words, the color of the eyes of He Gui's descendants has changed to the same indigo color as the owner of the tomb.

Finally, there is a little clue related to the owner of the tomb, Qin Xiaocong said with enthusiasm, "Look for other records!"

The two continued to look through the classics, Qin Xiaocong read them in chronological order for a while, but found nothing new, and became impatient, so he simply skipped to the last few decades.

There is a diary carefully written all in small letters with hairpin flowers, which records a strange event.

"When Xiu's daughter was outing in spring, a thunderstorm fell from the sky. Several people with her were injured by thunder and fire, but Duxiu's daughter was fine. Xiu's daughter was rescued by the gods and saved from disaster."

Qin Xiaocong turned to the next article, and another painting appeared in front of his eyes.At first glance, Qin Xiaocong thought he saw He Lang again.The person in the painting is still unable to discern the real face, only a pair of blue-black eyes are extremely agile.

Qin Xiaocong flipped forward again, and found that the diary he was reading was written by He Lang's mother!

This Kunlun Mountain God, who has a close relationship with the He family, reappeared after hundreds of years.Qin Xiaocong looked at He Lang, and then at the painting, his heart beat wildly.That's right, why didn't he think of it before, he even thought that He Zhang might be the owner of the tomb, why didn't he think that He Lang might be the owner of the tomb?

What on earth was he thinking, He Lang really resembled the owner of the tomb.Temperament, eyes, unfathomable spiritual power, body shape, they are all alike!

If He Lang is really the owner of the tomb, then he and him... Qin Xiaocong is about to vomit blood in embarrassment, no, no, no, it shouldn't be such a coincidence.

However, any slight possibility cannot be let go, what if he really is?