Hearing Luo Qingshuang point out Yunzhu, Zhao Anxin's head twitched and he hurriedly said: "Is it wrong? The Palace Master of Fuyun Mountain has no grudge against you, why did he take action?"
"How could the Ai family know what the Jianghu people want to do? But the Ai family is definitely her. She lives in Xincheng. The Ai family will give you time to capture her."
"Your Majesty, you can't bully an honest person. How can a slave be her opponent?"
Zhao An knelt down, hugged Luo Qingshuang's legs and vomited bitterly. She said displeased: "The Ai family has told you who the real murderer is, and you are still passing the blame? Or are you, Mr. Zhao, going to Fuyun Mountain? Did you bring that woman in just to assassinate the Ai family?"
Luo Qingshuang directly blamed him. How could Zhao An admit it? His head shook like a rattle.
"That's enough! The Ai family will give you seven days. No matter what method you use, you must catch that woman! Otherwise, the Ai family will really kill you!"
Luo Qingshuang flicked her sleeves and gave a death order.
Zhao An groaned secretly.
Teacher, teacher, why don't you hide your hand more when you assassinate? Don't you have a chest strap? She should really learn more about corseting from the Empress.
Now that he was forced to put it on the shelves, Zhao An could only bite the bullet and agree first. Anyway, someone would deal with the old witch next.
That night, Zhao An stayed in Cining Palace and stayed in front of the phoenix couch.
Luo Qingshuang's sleeping face was extremely enchanting, like a born fox, her whole body exuded an extremely seductive aura. Even when she was asleep, her perfect lip line showed a sultry arc.
It's a pity that there is such a dark heart hidden under such beauty.
Thinking of this, Zhao An suddenly came up with a bold idea.
The empress had previously said that there was a secret dungeon under the Cining Palace, which contained the only remaining bones and blood of the late emperor.
Whether this statement is true or not needs to be verified with your own eyes.
Zhao An took out a small bottle from his sleeve, opened the cork and slowly brought it to Luo Qingshuang's nose.
The specially made drug has a very light smell, and one whiff can make you fall into a deep sleep.
"Queen Mother..."
Zhao An called softly.
Luo Qingshuang didn't make any movement and seemed to be really asleep.
Zhao An immediately put away the small bottle and quietly observed Cining Palace, looking for the secret passage.
The empress said that it was a tunnel controlled by antique bottles, and the strata could be opened to enter.
After a while, Zhao An found an exquisite gilt vase on the bookshelf of the side hall. With a little force, he saw that the floor in the corner opened silently.
Before entering, Zhao An took another sneak look at the sleeping Luo Qingshuang, then grabbed a lamp and quietly entered the dark passage.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but this long, narrow and deep corridor seems familiar. It's like a scene seen in a dream, almost replicating the corridor under the East China Sea Palace.
When the original owner and his sister went out to play, they used the rockery to sneak into the secret passage and then sneak out of the city.
Zhao An walked slowly through the corridor with a lamp. The ground was a little damp, and there were many forked roads nearby. He didn't know if he was going the right way. To be on the safe side, he had to remember the route to prevent him from getting lost here.
The corridors extend in all directions and are quite large.
Logically speaking, how could there be such a grand project at the foot of the imperial city? Could it be a mausoleum!
At the foot of the emperor is the place where dragon energy gathers. There is a mausoleum that is incredible, and whose mausoleum is it?
The late emperor's?
The deeper Zhao An went, the more frightened he became. There was an invisible feeling of gloominess, like maggots attached to the bones. However, when he looked back, there was nothing. It was so dark that he felt like he was on the road to hell.
"There is no record of this mausoleum in ancient history. It is impossible for such a large project not to be known to outsiders. What is going on?"
Zhao An suddenly saw the mural on the wall of the corridor and slowly stopped to take a closer look.
The picture showed the backs of a girl and a boy, and they made an oath by hooking up.
This is……
Zhao An's eyes widened in shock. This was the scene of disaster in the palace that day in his memory!
The original owner and his sister returned to the palace through the corridor, and were intercepted by the maid, who told them that a gangster was killing people in the palace!
Sure enough, the mural next to it showed a maid covered in blood and holding on to the wall. Then she saw the brother and sister.
The mural further forward shows the girl and the maid leaving the corridor to escape. They took shelter in a bamboo building on the outskirts of the city and were captured by the army. The maid's head was cut off and the girl was captured.
What followed was a familiar scene. The girl was brought back to the palace by the young King of Chu and stepped on the floor. She cried and asked for help from her brother and parents.
When Zhao An saw these familiar scenes, tons of goosebumps fell from his body.
He quickened his pace and continued to look. Sure enough, a peerless woman took action. The little brother and sister were hiding somewhere in the tunnel, like two little mice. Then the boy left, leaving only the girl standing in the corridor and watching alone. Looking at his back.
Seeing this part of the mural, Zhao An felt his heart beat faster.
There is no doubt that the girl is the sister of the original owner!
So, what happened to her next? Why did you become a madman?
The murals further ahead are all in depressing black tones, with only the figure of a girl huddled in the darkness.
Zhao An started to run forward, but the murals were the same. The loneliness and depression were like the same murals, endless, almost spreading out from the murals.
Zhao An's breathing almost stopped, and there was a pain growing in his heart. This was the original owner's emotions throbbing.
However, the mural disappeared at the corner of the corridor.
"Where's the rest!"
What happened to the original owner’s sister in the end!
wrong……
Zhao An suddenly stopped and said, "How could these things be reproduced in the tomb passages under the capital!"
Could it be said that this tomb was built by the sister of the original owner? Are the owners of the tomb the parents?
Zhao An's mind gradually became confused, and he suddenly saw a familiar corridor. It was the same road where the original owner and his sister met the maid in his memory when they came back.
It’s really a one-to-one imitation!
Zhao An walked over in shock, worried that the next second, the maid covered in blood would pounce on her, but luckily she didn't.
So where was the late emperor's son imprisoned?
After thinking for a moment, Zhao An had a thought in his mind. If nothing else happened, the person should be imprisoned under the rockery exit of the palace.
Sure enough, after running all the way, I saw an empty tomb in almost a moment. There were many bright lanterns on the surrounding walls, all made of small black bodies. I opened my head and lit the sky lantern.
The faint flames swayed, like little resentful ghosts lying on the wall watching the uninvited guests.
In the center of the tomb, there was a large vat hanging from four chains. The wooden cover revealed a dirty human head. It was a young man with a shaved head. He had no facial features and was filled with gouged wounds. The hole was dark and terrifying to the extreme.
"Ahhhh——"
Hearing the footsteps, the young man opened his mouth and whimpered crazily.
Even though Zhao Anrao knew that he had been made into a human pig, he was still frightened.
It's so depressing here, like a hell of trial, with an inexplicable sense of solemnity and great terror stirring.
Zhao An clenched his fists and slowly walked towards the vat.
