Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

Since the death of Concubine Zhou, Bixiao Palace has been locked and completely become a taboo place in the entire palace.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a sprawling ghost building.

Jiang Chi shrank his neck, and stepped cautiously on the ground covered with a thick layer of litter.

The familiar cold eyes from the court seemed to appear again.

Acupuncture generally caused Jiang Chi to involuntarily raise his hairs.

A gust of wind came from nowhere, startled the little emperor, and turned his head subconsciously: "Mu Xin!"

The man following behind held the boy's cold palm and said in a low voice, "I'm here."

Jiang Chi swallowed his saliva, trying to maintain his precarious image of a tough guy: "I'm not lonely because I'm afraid!"

Mu Xin nodded respectfully.

The spoiled little emperor frowned, feeling that Mu Xin was just perfunctory himself, so he raised his voice a little and said in a stern tone: "The stories about ghosts and gods are all lies! Gu never believes in such things!"

Mu Xin nodded, and scratched Jiang Chi's soft palm with his fingertips in a slightly lingering sense. He moved closer to the little emperor's sensitive earlobe, and when he spoke, the warm air made the young man tremble slightly.

"Your Majesty is amazing."

"I really, really admire His Majesty."

This person, this person is too good at picking what he likes to say.

The tips of Jiang Chi's ears were red as if they were about to bleed, the ice-blue gemstone earrings swayed with his movements, the boy reflexively grabbed Mu Xin's hand, and the two fingers intertwined. A hint of ambiguity subtly spread in the miserable sky.

The little emperor turned his gaze and hurriedly took two steps forward:

"I'll talk about the matter of the children later, the most important thing now is to investigate the matter of the orphan mother and concubine."

In two or three steps, he walked to the closed gate of Bixiao Palace. The carved gate, which had peeled off a lot of gold paint, was covered with thick dust, and a heavy iron lock was even covered with cobwebs.

If there is no lock, it seems impossible to open it with human power alone.

Jiang Chi pondered for a second: "Why don't we try to see if we can get in through the window?"

Mu Xin took a step forward, and said softly, "Your Majesty can let me try."

Ok?

Jiang Chi opened his blue eyes wide, watching in horror as the man waved his knife and slashed on the dusty iron lock with a little luck.

With a "click", the iron lock fell to the ground.

Jiang Chi's whole fox exploded into a ball of soft cotton candy, watching with trepidation that the person who is always "Your Majesty is long and Your Majesty is short" still had a gentle smile on his face, and slowly wiped the fly ash off his hands , turned to Jiang Chi with a smile on his face:

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Jiang Chi was silent...

He swallowed hard, and pulled the corners of his lips a little stiffly: "No, it's okay, you have this skill, tell me earlier."

It feels like it's effortless to smash your own neck bones.

The man still wearing a women's womb costume pushed open the dusty door, looked at Jiang Chi and said with a smile, "It would be bad if His Majesty gets his hands dirty."

Jiang Chi walked into the palace shyly: "You are really considerate."

I don't know where this sentence hit Mu Xin, and he turned around and hugged the skinny young boy again, smiling happily: "As long as Your Majesty is willing, I can do whatever I want."

The little emperor patted Mu Xin's face with his soft paws, and pushed hard to reject his embrace, but his pitiful little face was flushed with suffocation: "Go back later, you can do whatever you want."

The place where Concubine Zhou Guifei hanged herself was in her bedroom.

According to legend, the woman who died wearing a red dress with resentment will definitely turn into a ghost after death.

Jiang Chi silently recited this a hundred times in his heart, this is not a book of supernatural powers, this is not a book of supernatural powers, but in the end he was still trembling, panicking like hell, for fear that a ghost would come out of some dark place.

It has been more than ten years since no one has visited this huge palace, and the whole palace exudes a decaying musty smell, mixed with the dust kicked up by footsteps, which made the little emperor sneezed several times.

He covered his face with tears in his eyes, and stood with Mu Xin at the place where Zhou Yanshu died.

From the embroidered bed curtain embroidered with pictures of birds and birds in gold silk and the table and chairs made of huanghuali wood, it can be seen that the previous owner should have lived a good life.

Time seems to have stood still here.

There are still gorgeous jewelry in front of the vanity mirror, and the soft gauze swaying slightly with the cold night wind, if it is not for the musty smell and dust like tarsus maggots, it seems that the place is still waiting for the owner to return at any time.

When Zhou Yanshu died, the former emperor completely sealed Bixiao Palace in the name of mourning, and no one was allowed to enter. Therefore, the contents inside were well preserved, and perhaps some clues could be found from inside.

There is an old yellowing painting on the dressing table.

After such a long time, Jiang Chi was afraid that the paper would break if he touched it with his hands.

He stared silently at the beauty on the drawing paper for a long time.

The person in the painting has smooth eyebrows and gentle smiles, just like a drizzle falling in the south of the Yangtze River in March.

It was Zhou Yanshu.

Jiang Chi stared blankly at the eyebrows and eyes similar to his own for a while, and the tip of his nose suddenly felt sore.

There is a line of poetry written beside the painting silk: "The body has no colorful phoenix and two flying wings, but the heart has a clear understanding."

Signed by Jiang Chen.

It is the first emperor.

This painting is left by the late emperor.

The little emperor stared blankly at the mother in the painting, and sparkling drops of water suddenly condensed on his eyelashes.

Mu Xin stretched out a hand, and rubbed the little emperor's crimson eye sockets with a trace of nostalgia.The little emperor didn't scold him for presumptuousness at this time.

Mu Xin listened to the little emperor suppressing his crying, and said sullenly: "Before my concubine passed away, I thought that I was the happiest person in the world."

"Don't think about anything, don't be afraid of anything, the throne is far away from me."

"At that time, there was no Jiang Yun, and there was no Xi Guanyue. I just wanted to go out of the palace and go sightseeing everywhere when I became an adult."

The little emperor's fingertips were shaking, and when he was held in Mu Xin's palm, it was as cold as a piece of ice.

However, this action seemed to remind the little emperor that he was not alone now. As a qualified emperor, he should not casually show weakness in front of others.

He withdrew his hand, quickly hid the loneliness in his eyes, and took Mu Xin to accompany him to search everywhere for possible clues.

Nothing in the jewelry box, nothing on the bed, and nothing on the beams.

Mu Xin frowned, looked at Jiang Chi helplessly and shook her head.

How can it be!

Jiang Chi intuitively felt that there must be something wrong in this palace.

It took no more than three days from the time Zhou Yanshu's body was found to being put in a coffin and sent to Da Ci'en Temple.

Zhou Yanshu was the best candidate for the Queen's position back then, so there was no reason to commit suicide one month before the Queen's ceremony.

However, the former emperor hurriedly buried Zhou Yanshu as if he was hiding something, and then sealed off the Bixiao Palace. The concubine Zhou Gui, who was most favored in the harem, disappeared completely in the palace overnight.

Even the gaps between the palace people's conversations will not be mentioned.

It seems that the previous Concubine Zhou was just a long-lasting collective hallucination.

Now that I wake up from the dream, people naturally do not exist.

Zhou Yanshu is just a commoner woman, who was valued by the former emperor by virtue of her good looks and jumped from a court lady to a noble concubine. She is only one step away from becoming the most legendary queen in the history of Jiang Kingdom.

Jiang Chi unconsciously bit his finger anxiously, it was impossible, there must be some clue that they had missed.

Painting, that painting.

Jiang Chi jumped in front of the painting and carefully looked at every yellowed old ink. In desperation, he tripped over something on the ground and threw himself on the dressing table.

The painting slid to the ground with the action of external force.

Jiang Chi's heart skipped a beat, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that the scroll hadn't disappeared with his mistake.

He reached out his hand carefully to put away the painting, but found that there seemed to be something behind the painting.

Jiang Chi froze for a moment and turned the painting over.

It is a line of pretty small characters:

May it be the southwest wind, and die forever in your arms.Jun Huailiang is not open, what should a concubine be?

Jiang Chi was stunned for a moment.

Martyrdom, martyrdom?

No, it's impossible. Could it be that the first emperor tricked Concubine Zhou into dying in love with him?

Not like ah?

Jiang Chi was at a loss, thinking it over and over again, as if he still couldn't figure it out for the time being, he stuffed the scroll into his arms and walked out while pulling Mu Xin.

Never mind, let's do it first.

He walked out in a hurry, but a cold light suddenly brushed across his cheek.

Jiang Chi suddenly felt a creepy chill, he subconsciously turned his face to the side, Mu Xin's complexion suddenly changed and he pressed the little emperor into his arms with his backhand, turning around to avoid the oncoming silver light.

There was a "hum" sound on the wooden window frame, and through the cold moonlight, one could see that it was a silver dart that was quenched with cold light.

Someone has been following them!

Jiang Chi's face was pale, and he could vaguely see a tall shadow in the darkness.

The ghost story that monk Huikong told him flashed through Jiang Chi's mind.

Couldn't it be some kind of ghost chasing after the smell?

"Don't be afraid." When Mu Xin became serious, he seemed extraordinarily secure. He casually pulled out the pearl hairpin from his bun, and sneered.

"It's convenient to pretend to be a woman."

Weapons can be inserted in the head openly.

However, the ghost figure failed in one hit and did not plan to add anything. Seeing that the two had become vigilant, they instantly disappeared into the deeper darkness.

This man is a bat!Say fly and fly!

Mu Xin subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but after thinking about the little emperor in her arms who would hurt him in a fight, she had to give up.

Jiang Chi was still holding the scroll in his arms, worried that the painting would be destroyed, but he didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only watch the black shadow disappear into the night.

When returning to the palace, Mu Xin stood a little lost outside the layers of veils, like a stupid dog that was used and thrown away by its owner.

Jiang Chi still liked big dogs very much.

The veil was lifted, and the little emperor's belt hung loosely around his waist, revealing his white collarbone faintly.

Mu Xin rolled her Adam's apple calmly, her eyes were dark green, like a piece of solidified emerald.

The little emperor wrapped his arms around Mu Xin's neck, looked at him from bottom to top and smiled, the ice-blue gemstone earrings reflected the bright and flickering halo.

"Good dog, Gu said that I will reward you well."