Early in the morning, the sky is still bright.
Two people quietly slipped out of the Qingyang County Yajiao Gate and disappeared very quickly into the mist on the long street.
Both of them were wearing very ordinary clothes, but it could be seen that they were a man and a woman, one tall and one short. The two of them didn't talk. They just walked through the long street and walked out of Qingyang County. Their destination was very obvious - Qingyang Slope.
It wasn't until the sky was completely bright and the two of them took a rest on the gentle slope of Qingyang Slope that they started talking quietly.
"Are you really sure there is something wrong with that big tomb?" Sima Ying wiped the sweat from her forehead. She originally wanted to unbutton her clothes, but her hands hesitated.
Yang Xianrong sat on a dead wood pile, beat his thigh, and whispered: "Not sure."
"So?" Sima Ying asked, "Why did you come here?"
"I just want to take a look again. There is always something fishy about this matter, but I can't figure it out for a while." Yang Xianrong sighed, "My lord, you have brought too many people, and you have a strong aura. If it is true, If someone wants to say something to you, they may not be able to get close to you, right?"
"You said there would be that kind of drama where you stop a horse and cry out for injustice?"
"It's not impossible, right?" Yang Xianrong laughed, "Do you think the poor can really get real fairness through the county government?"
"What do you mean?" Sima Ying was even more puzzled.
"So, why didn't Zhang Liangxue dare to file a lawsuit? He was so seriously injured that day. He knew who the person who hurt him was, but why didn't he say anything?"
"...So, you want to do it again incognito, because you don't believe in Xiao Ruobai?" The light in Sima Ying's eyes kept flickering, as if she was thinking quickly about Yang Xianrong's words. He is a prince, a high-ranking member of the royal family. Although he has a certain amount of experience, he is still in the upper class, so naturally he cannot understand the situation and difficulties of the lower class.
"Your Majesty, if you look carefully at their expressions, you will know." Yang Xianrong sighed, "County Magistrate Xiao grew up here, so naturally many people know him. Perhaps, when he was in the county Before Ling, he was just a young boy and a weak scholar. But now that he is in charge of power, everyone always has a lot of awe in their eyes when they see him. In other words, if I didn't have the status of queen, you Will you talk to me like this?"
Yang Xianrong's words were straightforward. She looked at Sima Ying with serious emotions in her eyes.
"...Yes." In the end, Sima Ying admitted that what Yang Xianrong said made sense.
"Actually, I also want to thank you for always believing in me and helping me." Yang Xianrong got slightly closer to Sima Ying, "So, let's make a bet this time, okay? I bet there is something wrong with this tomb?"
"Why is this?" Sima Ying asked in surprise, "Isn't it just a tomb?"
"Betting or not?" Yang Xianrong did not answer him directly, but just looked at him with a smile.
"Bet." Sima Ying's handsome face was distorted, and now he felt that he was being led away by Yang Xianrong more and more.
The two followed yesterday's route and found the location of the big tomb. There are still many people busy, but it has also entered the later stage. All the frameworks have been completed, and now it is time to cap the tomb. Many people are carrying baskets of soil and setting up bonfires to cook rice soup.
Because the use of rice soup and soil can make the sealing soil hard and strong, it will not allow rainwater to leak and there will be no danger of landslides. This is a time-consuming and laborious project, and it also costs a lot of money to build a tomb.
Yang Xianrong and Sima Ying slowly went up the mountain. She picked a lot of foxtail grass casually, like a couple who came here for fun. They got lost and came here. When they saw someone making rice soup, they came to ask for a bowl.
Naturally, these working villagers and craftsmen would not be cold-hearted to a beautiful and cute girl, so they kindly gave her an empty bowl and let her drink as much as she wanted.
Sima Ying was afraid of burning her, so she took the initiative to serve a bowl of hot rice soup. After Yang Xianrong took a sip, he handed it to him with a smile. Sima Ying hesitated for a moment, then took the broken bowl and took a sip.
The two men squatted here and watched them sealing the big tomb with mud, and talked in low voices to study the structure of the tomb. After all, these two people were a prince and a queen, and both came from famous families. This was the first time for them to see such a thing up close.
Near noon, many people came up the mountain cursing. As soon as they got close to the tomb, one person took advantage of the fact that no one else could react and poured a large bucket of dog blood on the stone tablet in front of the tomb. The craftsman who was carving was so frightened that he screamed and ran away immediately.
"Who are you?" All the people who built the tomb roared, mixed with local curse words.
The person carrying the bucket of dog blood was not polite at all. He started scolding them and shouted: "Who is Xu Daming?! He is a thief and has been a thief all his life! Why should he build such a big tomb here? ?”
"We have nothing to do with this matter. If someone pays us, we are here to do things. You can't disgust us." The carving craftsman was very unhappy because his body and face were stained with dog blood. In this kind of situation In front of the tomb in the barren mountains and ridges, it looked quite scary.
The problem is that when this man was dodging, he ran up to Yang Xianrong. She was so frightened that her face turned pale and her whole body trembled. She held Sima Ying's hand tightly and asked in a trembling voice: "Brother, what are you doing? what are you doing?"
"Nvwa, who are you Xu Daming?" There were seven or eight people carrying the bucket of dog blood. One of them asked Yang Xianrong, "Isn't he a destitute? How come there is such a beautiful girl?"
"My brother and I were passing by here, asking for a bowl of rice soup." Yang Xianrong became even more nervous and leaned closer to Sima Ying.
Sima Ying just wanted to speak and scold these people, but she felt that Yang Xianrong was grabbing his big hand. For a moment, he suddenly thought, was she pretending?
"Go quickly and don't cause trouble here."
"Oh, then which way down the mountain?"
The delicate vibrato can really make people feel pity. The man carrying the bucket of dog blood pointed to the slope on the side, "Go this way, the path, directly to the bottom of the mountain."
"Oh oh oh, okay." Yang Xianrong took Sima Ying forward two steps, then turned around and asked, "Why do you want to spill the blood?"
These people were stunned for a moment. They probably didn't expect that they should leave the scene first at such a moment, but they didn't expect the female doll to ask such a question.
"Stranger?"
"Yes." Yang Xianrong hid away from Sima Ying again in fear, "Brother, let's go. Don't ask about bloody things. We don't know if we don't know. After all, it should be what it is. Injustice, right? Actually, it’s only right to speak out if you have grievances.”
"Okay, little girl, let me let you know what the people in this big tomb did?" The man actually threw the dog blood bucket at the stone monument with great force, and the dog blood bucket and the stone monument collided together. The bucket of dog blood was crushed.
Only then did Yang Xianrong notice that the words "Xu Daming" had indeed been engraved on the stone tablet, but the lower left corner of his name was white.
