The long sword, embedded in the white marble steps, was still trembling, emitting a “humming” sound.
Xie Guanzhi’s face turned ashen in an instant. His upper and lower teeth kept clashing, and for a long time, he couldn’t make a sound. His hands and feet were cold and numb, making it difficult to move.
Thirteen years of natural upbringing in Suzhou, and a military career in the north, licking blood off the knife’s edge, imbued this young emperor with a primal, murderous aura akin to a wild beast.
The fear of him in the court was not feigned, but came from instinct.
The young man’s words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly dousing Xie Bufeng’s fiery heart.
Indeed.
Wen Qingci’s corpse was brought back to the Valley of Divine Physicians by Song Junran, saying it was for medical research.
And the way to study medicine was exactly what Xie Guanzhi had just mentioned – “dissection”.
Over the past year or so, Xie Bufeng had never thought about this issue, let alone dared to think about it.
But now, every word from Xie Guanzhi’s mouth was like the pickaxes in the hands of these soldiers, ruthlessly smashing into Xie Bufeng’s heart when he was unprepared.
It only took one heavy blow to crack open that heart, as smooth and hard as a white marble step.
And it forced Xie Bufeng to imagine, if… if Wen Qingci really died, what would he look like now?
On the day they first met, Xie Bufeng saw a white rabbit in the corridor of the Imperial Medical Bureau.
And he heard from the eunuchs that Wen Qingci had raised more than one rabbit. Apart from the one he saw that day, the rest of the rabbits… had long been used by Wen Qingci for experiments.
Dissected alive, brutally dismembered.
Returning to the Valley of Divine Physicians… was Wen Qingci’s idea. He had even spoken about it himself, so Xie Bufeng wouldn’t stop him.
But in the past year or so, Xie Bufeng had never dared to think about that scene.
Xie Bufeng couldn’t imagine at all that there would be a silver knife in this world, slowly cutting open Wen Qingci’s pale skin, separating his flesh and blood.
——That was something he didn’t even dare to touch.
Even Wen Qingci’s… corpse, might have been mutilated as Xie Guanzhi had just said.
This scene was too cruel for him.
Having been on the battlefield and witnessed the clash of cold weapons, the young emperor was not afraid of bloodshed.
He even enjoyed the thrill of killing for a while.
In his eyes, corpses were no different from dead trees.
But Xie Guanzhi’s words dug up all the fear buried in Xie Bufeng’s heart and even threw it under the scorching sun to be exposed.
… How dare Xie Guanzhi?!
Thinking of this, Xie Bufeng’s breath was trembling.
Just now, he really wanted to kill Xie Guanzhi.
But at the moment he threw out the long sword, Xie Bufeng thought of Wen Qingci again.
… Xie Guanzhi’s life was saved by Wen Qingci.
He didn’t want the man in front of him to die.
He couldn’t waste his hard work like this.
The tomb was silent, and even the soldiers digging the grave instinctively stopped their actions, standing still, afraid of accidentally provoking the emperor’s wrath.
Xie Guanzhi fell to the ground and couldn’t get up for a long time.
People around him stood still, not daring to help him up.
It wasn’t until Xie Fuyin, who had been scared silly, came to her senses and started crying loudly that there was some noise here.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty–”
She didn’t even dare to call him “brother” anymore, and changed to calling Xie Bufeng “Your Majesty”.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry… Fuyin, be good,” Consort Lan woke up like a dream and gently patted Xie Fuyin’s back to comfort her, but in fact, her hand was trembling at this time, “We’re not afraid, okay?”
She didn’t know whether she was saying this to her daughter or to herself.
Xie Fuyin, who was sobbing, didn’t take her words to heart at all.
“Let’s go… let’s leave here, okay?”
The young girl didn’t know what was happening here, she just felt fear instinctively and wanted to stay away from her brother.
Xie Bufeng slowly glanced at the person on the ground, as if he hadn’t seen Xie Guanzhi, and walked around him to Xie Fuyin’s side.
Then he gently took her from Consort Lan’s arms.
Xie Fuyin was still for a moment, and even her sobbing stopped.
Over the past year, Xie Bufeng had almost gone to Huixin Palace every day, and he didn’t know how many times he had held Xie Fuyin.
His movements were already very skilled, even gentle.
Usually, as long as he held her, the little princess would calm down.
But this time, Xie Fuyin didn’t relax, on the contrary, she seemed even more nervous than before.
Xie Bufeng didn’t seem to mind.
He smiled slightly, slowly lowered his head, and looked at the little girl in his arms.
Those beautiful light amber eyes were out of focus for a moment.
And because of this, they seemed particularly indifferent.
After a few breaths, Xie Bufeng quietly said to Xie Fuyin in her ear, “Why are you crying? Who said he must be dead?”
His voice was soft, like a dream.
Xie Fuyin was stunned for a moment before she realized that the “he” in her brother’s mouth was Wen Qingci.
The lock outside the old house and the fingerprints in the room were like two pieces of a puzzle.
Xie Bufeng held them tightly in his hands as if he had found a life-saving straw.
Now he has to piece it together with these pieces. If he doesn’t piece together the answer in a day, Xie Bufeng won’t be satisfied in a day.
The fire in his heart was burning.
“Keep digging.” Seeing that the people around him were not moving, Xie Bufeng finally frowned and ordered lightly.
“…Yes, Your Majesty!”
The soldiers who had been standing still on the side as if they had pressed the pause button, once again swung the shovels and pickaxes in their hands, and heavily smashed the already shattered white marble bricks.
In just a moment, the coffin was completely exposed to the air.
The soldiers didn’t pause for a moment, they put down their tools, changed to rope to wrap around the wooden coffin, and pulled it out of the ground bit by bit.
Xie Bufeng’s eyes showed a hint of gentleness and expectation.
And Xie Fuyin, who was held in Xie Bufeng’s arms, was filled with clear fear of her brother today.
Consort Lan, who was standing not far away, finally came to her senses.
“…Go and help up the King of Heng.” She took a deep breath and said.
“Yes, Empress Dowager.”
The “King Heng” she was referring to was Xie Guanzhi.
Xie Bufeng, who had become the emperor, was not stingy with his rewards.
At this time, the long sword had been deeply inserted into the white marble steps and could not be pulled out.
After trying unsuccessfully, the eunuch had to gently separate Xie Guanzhi’s clothes and the blade of the sword, and then helped him up.
Until this time, Xie Guanzhi’s body was still trembling uncontrollably.
The young man in gorgeous clothes wiped the dust off his cheeks with the back of his hand in a somewhat embarrassed manner, and finally staggered to stand firm.
At this time, Consort Lan, who was already the empress dowager, also came to Xie Bufeng’s side.
Consort Lan lowered her eyes, glanced at the coffin in front of her, and then looked up at Xie Bufeng with a determined look on her lips, and said softly, “…Your Majesty, there is something I have always wanted to tell you.”
She seemed calm, but in fact, her fingers hidden under the wide sleeves were already tightly twisted together.
Xie Bufeng calmly looked ahead.
Until he heardConsort Lan’s next sentence.
“And… it’s about Wen Qingci.”
Xie Bufeng finally turned his head and looked at his mother.
“What does the mother want to say?”
After his words fell, he finally agreed to hand Xie Fuyin in his arms to the wet nurse on the side.
It must be admitted that even facing her own son,Consort Lan would still be afraid of Xie Bufeng, especially this time.
Her gaze instinctively dodged and fell into the distance.
“I met Wen Qingci at Guangcheng Temple, Your Majesty should know about this, right?”
After a pause, Xie Bufeng indeed slowly nodded.
He had already found out that Wen Qingci had rushed to the north without stopping after leaving Guangcheng Temple that day.
But what exactly Wen Qingci did in Guangcheng Temple, only he and Consort Lan knew.
Since she had made up her mind to say this,Consort Lan simply said it all at once:
“At that time, personally admitted to me that his purpose of entering the Palace of Taishu was to kill the deposed emperor.
“Hmm.” Xie Bufeng nodded slowly, this was within his expectations.
“At that time, I told him that there was one thing I couldn’t figure out,” Consort Lan’s tone was a little hoarse, and she was obviously lost in her memories, “…That thing is, why did Master Wen send you to the battlefield in the first place?”
“His answer is ‘no choice’. If Master Wen directly pleads for your Majesty, then the extremely suspicious deposed emperor will definitely become suspicious. Not only will he not listen to Master Wen and let your Majesty go, he may even kill you directly.”
Consort Lan’s voice is still so gentle.
Xie Bufeng may have guessed some of what she said today, or heard some of it from the deposed emperor’s inner thoughts.
But now, when someone connected all of this together and said it out in one breath, Xie Bufeng’s heart still felt a dull pain.
“I know…” Xie Bufeng murmured, “I know everything…”
How could Wen Qingci, who secretly sent winter clothes and medicine to the north, would want him to die there?
His gaze softened in an instant.
The wooden coffin that buried Wen Qingci’s clothes and hat was hastily made by Songxiu Prefecture.
For an ordinary family, it is naturally enough.
But in such a mausoleum, it looks particularly thin and shabby.
Not far away, the soldiers had dragged the thin coffin out of the ground.
Seeing this, Consort Lan couldn’t help but speed up her speech: “I asked him again, but on the battlefield, swords have no eyes, how can he guarantee that you will come back alive.”
“…That was the first time I saw Master Wen so serious. He looked into my eyes quietly and told me that he believed that not only would you come back alive, but you would also become a good emperor.”
There was a nasal tone in her words.
The dull pain finally turned into a stinging pain, stabbing Xie Bufeng’s heart.
Wen Qingci had always trusted himself…
Even from that time on, he believed that he would be able to inherit the throne one day.
Pain and joy intertwine at this moment.
Xie Bufeng really wanted to let Wen Qingci know that he did not disappoint him.
The wooden coffin had been dragged to Xie Bufeng’s side.
Xie Bufeng lowered his eyes and glanced at him, then asked calmly, “Don’t you think, mother, that I am not a good emperor?”
Putting aside his personal morality, Xie Bufeng was indeed a good emperor for the common people.
“I am not saying that Your Majesty is not a good emperor when I say this to Your Majesty today. I just want to tell Your Majesty that Master Wen…maybe cares about you more and values you more than you think.”
…even more gentle.
This is why Consort Lan never told this to Xie Bufeng.
After Wen Qingci’s death, Xie Bufeng’s madness was witnessed by all.
She knew very well that getting something and then losing it would drive people crazy more easily than never having it in the first place.
But who would have thought that Xie Bufeng would actually do something like digging up graves and destroying tombs!
… Consort Lan will never forget that it was Wen Qingci who saved her and Xie Fuyin’s lives.
She would not allow such a thing to happen, either emotionally or logically.
Consort Lan knew that Xie Bufeng had lived alone in Suzhou since he was a child, and none of the books he had read taught etiquette.
Even though Xie Bufeng had ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, he still followed his instincts in many things.
…Xie Bufeng may not be clear about what his behavior today means in the eyes of others.
In fact, today’s events happened so suddenly that even Consort Lan didn’t understand why Xie Bufeng wanted to dig up this tomb.
So she patiently said, “What King Heng said just now is not wrong… No matter what you think in your heart, digging up a grave in the eyes of others is something that is only done to enemies, or even to evil people.”
“…Master Wen has treated you so well, you should not want others to doubt and misunderstand Master Wen because of this, right?”
Consort Lan suppressed her nervousness, her words were extremely patient.
She thought that having said so much, Xie Bufeng would definitely reconsider the matter.
But unexpectedly, the young emperor in front of her was completely unmoved.
Xie Bufeng slowly turned around and looked at the Minister of Rites.
The minister in purple shivered, finally gritted his teeth, turned around, and waved to the soldiers behind him.
“Present the gifts–”
The voice of the Minister of Rites echoed throughout the cemetery.
Everything just now was too chaotic, and it wasn’t until this moment that everyone followed the gaze of the Minister of Rites and saw the red silk and wooden box stopped behind him.
Why do these objects look more and more like betrothal gifts?
What does His Majesty want to do?!
…If the look in everyone’s eyes towards Xie Bufeng was just fear, then now it has all turned into terror.
The soldier placed the wooden box in front of the coffin and slowly opened it.
The Minister of Rites took a deep breath, took out a stack of red silk from it, and held it in both hands and walked to Xie Bufeng’s side.
At this time, everyone around was completely frozen in place.
Xie Bufeng gently stroked the red silk with his fingers, then turned around and draped it over the wooden coffin.
His movements were all gentle at this time.
The scattered red silk shone softly under the sun.
If you look closely, you can see that the red silk is embroidered with golden patterns, which is extremely gorgeous.
The stone smashing had already ended, and there was silence in front of the tomb.
The back of the Minister of Rites was already covered with a thin layer of sweat.
He took out another item from the wooden box and offered it with both hands.
That is a gold hairpin, with a dragon and phoenix on the top.
In terms of value, it is something that only the empress can enjoy.
But the shape of this gold hairpin is clearly… for men.
Although Xie Bufeng did not explicitly say what he wanted to do, the answer was already written in everyone’s hearts.
–He wants to take this coffin and marry it back to Yongdu.
Xie Bufeng held the phoenix hairpin and walked back to the front of the coffin.
He gently wiped the coffin that was covered with dust, as if he didn’t feel dirty at all.
After a while, he finally placed the gold hairpin carefully on the top of the coffin.
Xie Bufeng’s movements were very gentle.
…It was as if he was personally putting the gold hairpin on Wen Qingci, afraid that he might accidentally hurt the other party.
Xie Bufeng has always been willful and disdainful of disguise, and “I am the only one” is the bottom line of imperial power.
No one can stop anything he wants to do.
Even if it is…
To take a coffin that has been buried in the ground for a year, marry it back to Yongdu, and make it the empress–
Song Junran had been inquiring for a long time, but he couldn’t find out what Xie Bufeng was doing now.
The two of them had to continue to live here, waiting for the day the city gate opened.
Song Junran has always been a restless person.
When he was in the Valley of Divine Physicians, he might still restrain himself, but as soon as he left the valley, he immediately ran away without a trace.
From that afternoon, he began to wander around the streets and alleys.
Wen Qingci has been staying in the medical hall.
He spends most of his time reading medical books.
Wen Qingci found that with the scattered memories being awakened, there was also knowledge about medicine.
Unlike when he just crossed over, he had to read notes day and night to understand the medical books.
Now when Wen Qingci reads these books again, he feels very familiar.
…
“…Hahaha, look at me!”
“My hair is all wet!”
“It’s already wet, just jump down!”
In the afternoon, Wen Qingci’s ears suddenly became noisy.
He couldn’t help but frown and looked out the window.
The medical hall where Wen Qingci is located is on a back street in Songxiu Prefecture.
The medical hall faces the street on one side and the water on the other.
Although it is only mid-spring, the temperature in Songxiu Prefecture is not low.
At this time, a group of seven or eight-year-old children were playing by the water.
Three or two of them have already gone down the river and are splashing water at their companions on the shore.
The few children above are hesitating whether they should go down or not.
Wen Qingci slowly closed the medical book in his hand.
There are many rivers in Songxiu Prefecture, both naturally formed and artificially diverted.
But whether this river is natural or not, when it flows through the city to this place, the river water has become somewhat turbid.
At this time, these few children were swimming in the river, stirring up a lot of mud and sand.
The originally not very clear river water immediately turned a dark yellow.
Wen Qingci couldn’t help but look up along the river–not far away, there was still a woman washing vegetables here.
Hearing the sound of water, she also raised her head and looked over here.
Obviously, the woman also saw the figures of these children, but she didn’t take them seriously.
She just reminded them loudly in Songxiu Prefecture’s official language when she got up, “Play for a while and go home early, be careful not to choke on water, and don’t catch a cold–” Then she carried the washed vegetables and went back home, leaving the children to continue playing with water here.
And on the other side of the river, there are still people washing clothes here.
This scene inexplicably made Wen Qingci nervous.
It wasn’t until a drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen and hit the paper, leaving a black spot, that Wen Qingci slowly came back to his senses.
“Qingci, what are you thinking?” Song Junran didn’t know when he came back, and waved his hand in front of him, interrupting Wen Qingci’s thoughts.
“…Nothing,” Wen Qingci smiled, completely taking back his gaze.
At this time, Song Junran also noticed the scenery outside the window.
“Hey, you’re watching this again, it’s still the same as before, there’s no change…” Song Junran sighed softly.
He didn’t say anything more, turned around and poured himself a cup of tea, and put the spring bamboo shoots he bought from somewhere aside.
When Wen Qingci first entered the Valley of Divine Physicians, he was very particular about drinking water.
But his particularity is different from most people.
Others are particular about using snow water, dew water, rain water, to match the four seasons, and brew different teas.
And Wen Qingci’s particularity is that apart from boiled mountain spring water, he doesn’t drink any other water.
At that time, Song Junran didn’t know why Wen Qingci was so particular, and he, who was still a child, couldn’t help but tease his junior, telling Wen Qingci that the water in his cup was drawn from the river by himself.
Song Junran just wanted to make a small joke, but he didn’t expect Wen Qingci to react strongly and spit out all the water in his mouth.
As a result, Song Junran was beaten by his father.
And after that, he finally knew that Wen Qingci was so particular about drinking water because all his family members died because of it…
But as Wen Qingci grew older day by day, the memories of the past gradually faded, and he was no longer as particular as he was when he was young.
It’s just that sometimes, he will show that worried expression like just now.
After Song Junran finished drinking tea, he took the spring bamboo shoots to the kitchen and ordered a dish.
Wen Qingci, who was left in place, had a strange feeling in his heart…
Did his appearance just now and the habits he inadvertently revealed, somewhat similar to the original owner?
Wen Qingci couldn’t help but clenched the window frame in his hand.
He slowly closed his eyes, trying to continue to remember.
But after a cup of tea, apart from the scene of corpses all over the place in Shan Yu Jian, Wen Qingci still couldn’t remember anything.
…
The owner of the medical hall finally got the exact news from the government.
Starting tomorrow morning, they can leave the city freely.
Song Junran didn’t want to stay here for a moment, and early the next morning, before the sky was bright, he and Wen Qingci went towards the location of the city gate.
It rained all night yesterday, and the temperature in Songxiu Prefecture fell again.
The morning was wet and cold, and there was a chill everywhere.
Wen Qingci has been in the valley for more than a year, and he is a little uncomfortable with this temperature.
Through the veil, you can’t see the face, but Song Junran, who is leading the horse forward, sees that Wen Qingci’s back of his hand has been frozen to a light blue, and he even stops from time to time to cough lightly.
This won’t work!
“Qingci, don’t worry,” Song Junran stopped him, and then took off the blue cloak he was wearing and handed it to Wen Qingci, “Here, you put this on.”
Although he is out, Song Junran is always a person who pays attention to it.
The big cloak in his hand was washed clean, and it was just dried and taken back this morning, and it even smelled a bit bitter in the pharmacy.
“Hurry up and change,” Song Junran saw Wen Qingci motionless and couldn’t help but urged, “If you get sick from the cold, it will be troublesome.”
Wen Qingci finally slowly raised his hand and took the big cloak that still had the other’s body temperature into his hand.
In the last life in modern times, Wen Qingci also changed school uniforms with his classmates.
So after hearing what Song Junran said, he no longer hesitated and directly put the big cloak on the outermost layer.
Not long after changing clothes, the two arrived at the city gate of Songxiu Prefecture.
Just like the owner of the medical hall said, the city gate was opened early in the morning.
At this time, the people in front of the door come and go, and they are as free as before.
Seeing this, Song Junran took a long breath: “Let’s go quickly and go back early. The next time I want to go out of the valley, I must read the almanac in advance——”
However, as soon as his voice fell, the person suddenly froze in place.
Just now, the city wall blocked their view and they couldn’t see the scenery outside the city.
At this moment, when he walked out of the city gate, Song Junran noticed that the dragon boat going south was parked not far away!
“…What is that?”
Not only Wen Qingci and Song Junran, but also the people outside the city stopped and looked at the canal.
Unlike the previous event to comfort the spirits, there was no notice before today’s event.
A noisy sound came into Wen Qingci’s ears.
“What is that on the boat?”
“…I can’t see clearly, I can only see a red one.”
“Yes! I also saw something red…” The speaker hesitated for a while, and then said uncertainly, “It seems that there are wooden boxes on the back of the boat?”
Red?
Wen Qingci wore a veil and couldn’t see what was on it. He could only see the general outline of the dragon boat, and imagined with the words of the people around him.
Curiosity led everyone to want to go up and take a closer look at the dragon boat, but then they thought about who its owner was, so they stopped.
Song Junran had a bad feeling in his heart, “…Go, go, go!” He lowered his voice and urged, “It’s cold, don’t watch the excitement.” After speaking, he wanted to ride a horse and leave here.
“Brother wait a minute,” the clear voice came through the veil, “It’s a bit conspicuous to leave now.”
Wen Qingci gently raised his hand and stopped Song Junran.
With his movement, the sleeves slowly slipped down, revealing a scarred arm.
Wen Qingci saw that although the city gate was wide open, there were not a few soldiers guarding the city.
At this time, everyone here stopped to watch the dragon boat. If he and his senior brother left on horseback, it would definitely attract the attention of the people around.
The best choice is to blend into the crowd.
“…Then forget it,” Song Junran gritted his teeth and said fiercely, “Let’s watch the excitement for a while.”
More and more people gathered.
Everyone wants to see what is on that boat.
At this moment, a bell rang suddenly from the canal.
Its sound is melodious, and it instantly fills the entire river.
“Wow——”
The huge ship slowly moved forward, and the anchor machine rotated with the iron chain, pulling the huge iron anchor from the bottom of the canal.
The ship is anchored.
As the huge dragon boat approached little by little, the people on the shore saw that the deck of the ship was actually full of bells.
The sound just now was transmitted from the chime.
Then, the pipa sounded.
With this as the lead, the musicians on the deck picked up their instruments one after another and played the music.
Wen Qingci, who crossed to this world, had never heard this song before, and only felt that it was joyful and cheerful, and it was not lost in dignity and solemnity.
But the people around have already heard it.
“Hey, why play this song?”
“Luan Feng Yin? Who is getting married…”
“How is it possible! That’s a dragon boat, who can use a dragon boat to get married?”
The breeze passed through the canal and blew towards Wen Qingci, gently lifting a corner of the veil.
He finally saw——that dragon boat, indeed as everyone said, was red and didn’t know what was in it——
The boat is not slow, and it will appear directly opposite Wen Qingci in three or two minutes.
His vision was blocked by the veil, and everything he saw was blurry and not very clear.
Unconsciously… Wen Qingci thought of Taishu Palace again.
The corners of the palace are full of incense, and the smoke is rolling like fog, covering everything around in a grayish white.
——Just like now.
“Cough cough…” Wen Qingci couldn’t help but cough, and his head was also faintly painful as if it was cold.
At this moment, he seemed to be back in Taishu Palace, and the originally fresh air around him suddenly became sweet and choking.
“What’s wrong?” Song Junran came over and asked in a low voice.
“Cough cough cough… It’s a bit cold in the morning.”
Although he said so in his mouth, he couldn’t help but raise his right hand, gently lifted a corner of the veil, and looked at the Yinchuan Grand Canal.
The dragon boat passed in front of him at this time.
The crowd who had just whispered suddenly became quiet, and after a few seconds, a scream and a gasp of cold air sounded in Wen Qingci’s ears.
At the same time, he also heard Song Junran cursing in a low voice in his ears.
Without the veil to block.
Wen Qingci clearly saw——the huge dragon boat was decorated with red silk.
The deck is full of musicians, playing the wedding song Luan Feng Yin.
The flute sound pierced the morning mist and drifted to Songxiu Prefecture.
The dragon boat is like a tall building, leaning towards the position of Wen Qingci.
It’s like a giant red dragon lying on the canal, and the next second it will open its mouth and swallow him.
He clenched his fists and retreated subconsciously.
Until the ankle hit the broken brick on the ground, a pain came, and Wen Qingci woke up.
He realized that he was extremely nervous at this time.
The corners of the dragon boat are full of wooden boxes, and even close, you can see that the cabin doors of each cabin are covered with red curtains.
The wind blows, and the red silk dances.
Without the obstruction of the dragon boat, the people on the shore saw that there were countless ships hidden behind it.
The ships are full of loads, and they are wrapped in red silk.
Some are carrying furniture, some are carrying musical instruments, and some are full of books, even the special products of Songxiu Prefecture…
This scene is clearly only when you get married!
The crowd was silent, and the river bank suddenly became quiet.
Such silence unexpectedly set off a bit of weirdness in the originally lively and festive Luan Feng Yin.
Not to mention the musicians on the boat, their faces are not only without a trace of joy, but even all of them are gray.
Don’t say it’s a wedding, if it weren’t for those scarlet silks, this scene would clearly be…more like a funeral.
Wen Qingci’s hand didn’t know when it was placed on his heart, and he clenched the clothes here.
He was so breathless by this dragon boat.
Wen Qingci wanted to turn around and leave, but he seemed to be tied in place and could not move.
“Ah——”
A scream came from the ear.
They didn’t know who was the first to break the silence, and tremblingly pointed forward: “Coffin…coffin…there is a coffin there!”
There is fear in his voice.
Wen Qingci subconsciously looked in the direction he was pointing.
The waterway of the Yinchuan Grand Canal bends slightly here.
Therefore, the dragon boat also turned the corner accordingly.
Through the morning mist, the people outside Songxiu Prefecture saw——
At the forefront of the dragon boat deck, there is actually a coffin!
That coffin is full of red silk.
From a distance, it looks like it is wrapped in wedding robes, lying there quietly.
Not only that, even from several feet away, one could still see the golden hairpin that was carefully placed right above the coffin.
Its light penetrated the green mist and pierced into Wen Qingci’s eyes.
He also fell into the huge shadow of the dragon boat.
“…Then, that’s His Majesty?”
It turned out that there was another person standing on the other side of the coffin.
It’s Xie Bufeng.
He was the only person on the ship who was not wearing red.
The cold wind blew his long black hair, and Xie Bufeng walked slowly towards him.
He gently placed his hand on the wooden coffin, and after a long pause, he slowly and carefully stroked the coffin.
Xie Bufeng’s expression was extremely gentle. After stroking the coffin, he leaned over and said something to the coffin.
If there really was a living person wearing a wedding dress, then this scene would surely be a beautiful scene of harmony in the eyes of everyone.
But what was placed there was a coffin.
The green mist on the Yinchuan Grand Canal became thicker at this moment.
The three big characters “Songxiu Prefecture” on the city gate behind him seemed to gradually twist into “Yongdu”.
Xie Bufeng planned to take this boatload of stuff, pass through most of the Wei Dynasty’s territory, and return to Yongdu along the Yinchuan Grand Canal?
This scene is too ridiculous.
Wen Qingci’s heart seemed to be held in someone’s hand.
The beating stopped at a certain moment.
The moment Xie Bufeng raised his head and stood up, he quickly lowered the gauze curtain.
But in that last second, Wen Qingci was able to see clearly that what Xie Bufeng was wearing was not the usual black formal robes.
It was a dark blue cloak.
…The cloak was embroidered with the familiar magnolia pattern in dark thread.
This is the one he gave him.
Wen Qingci’s heart trembled slightly, and finally resumed beating.
At the same time, he lowered his head and hid his body behind the horse.
On the Yinchuan Grand Canal.
Xie Bufeng’s fingers stroked the coffin.
He was patiently feeling every bump and dent on the coffin, tapping it lightly from time to time.
The coffin was hastily made and the wood used was not of the best quality.
After being buried deep underground for a year, it has begun to rot.
The smell was not pleasant, but Xie Bufeng didn’t care at all.
He slowly put his face next to the wooden coffin and lowered his voice, whispering, “It’s been more than a year… How about opening the coffin to let some fresh air in?”
“Qingci, if you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as your agreement.”
Xie Bufeng laughed slowly.
He spoke through the coffin to Wen Qingci, who was somewhere unknown.
There was silence all around, only the sound of the Phoenix Guitar was still echoing on the canal again and again.
Wherever the dragon boat passed, it raised huge waves, which rushed against the gravel, making a loud noise.
The sound finally woke up the crowd.
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.
…Is today’s event a funeral or a wedding?
Who is the person in the coffin?
Just as the dragon boat was about to sail away, something suddenly fell from the boat like raindrops.
Then it fell heavily to the shore.
Wen Qingci looked down and saw that what was scattered from the boat was actually Liao Hua Tang…
In the Songxiu Prefecture area, there has been a tradition of sending brides on cruise ships since ancient times.
And wherever the wedding boat passes, sugar will be thrown.
In the past, when encountering such a situation, everyone would rush forward and pick up all the sugar on the ground.
But today, the people on the shore fled in all directions as if they were avoiding the plague.
But in the blink of an eye, Wen Qingci and Song Junran were the only ones left on the open space by the river.
The horse took a few steps on the spot, making a slight noise.
After a moment’s silence, Wen Qingci, wearing a cloak, slowly squatted down and carefully picked up the Liao Hua Tang that was wrapped in oilcloth and dropped at his feet.
Song Junran, who was standing next to him, finally widened his eyes, gritted his teeth and cursed in the official language of Songxiu Prefecture.
——Others may not know what is on the boat.
However, when he went to Yongdu and personally brought Wen Qingci back to Songxiu Prefecture, he would not admit his mistake.
That was Wen Qingci’s coffin, which should have contained his clothes and was buried deep underground!
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