Master Mao stared at Mrs. Qionghua's dance for a long time. His expression gradually changed from suspicion to calmness. His eyes were full of appreciation. He looked at the crowd and slowly explained:
"It is said that the dance of Concubine Yang of Xuanzong came from Hu Xuan. She once hosted a banquet for all nations in the calyx Xianghui Tower of Xingqing Palace, and amazed the envoys of all nations with her dance. In the past, I only read it in ancient books I have read the written records, and now that I have actually seen the dance of colorful clothes and feathers, I really feel that it is extremely beautiful. However, the old man is also surprised that Mrs. Qionghua and Concubine Yang are separated by two hundred years, why do we see the dance of colorful clothes and feathers? Thinking about it carefully, I feel cold on the back of my neck.”
"Master Cat, you feel cold just now. You didn't even look at where we are now. Have you never thought that these people are all ghosts?"
After Yue Erpao finished speaking, he was frightened before he could figure out what happened to Master Mao. His scalp was numb with blood oozing, and he shrank his neck and hid behind Yue Guanchao.
"No, this is not an ordinary hallucination, and we will not see this scene for no reason. I guess this is probably a secret incident that happened in the Haidong Palace on the day Mrs. Qionghua died!"
Song Siyuan's guess was quite novel, and everyone was looking forward to her further explanation so that everyone could feel at ease.
After all, this rich young lady is well-informed. She coughed a few times and said slowly:
"You don't really think that Du Yinzun and Mrs. Qionghua are in love, do you? I feel that this legend is just to cover up Du Yinzun. Deep in the auspiciousness, they ask for a joint burial. Long live the love that lasts for thousands of years. Even this sentence is a reply. The trick Yin Zun used to cover up the mausoleum, how could he regard Qionghua as the love of his life, there are too many twists and turns, I will tell you slowly when I am completely out of trouble."
"Anyway, you remember one thing, Mrs. Qionghua did not die of illness at all, but was given to death by Da Yin Zun so that she could be buried in the imperial mausoleum to prepare for the modification of Dragon Vein Feng Shui. She was also a victim."
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, the joyful and ethereal music around him suddenly changed.
The hook of the pipa suddenly turned sharp and the sound was dull and mournful, just like the king of Qin breaking the formation and rushing towards with thousands of soldiers. The hearts of those who listened were frightened and their eyebrows and eyes were trembling. Autumn leaves were rising all around, and the hall was covered with withered yellow leaves.
The huge yellow leaves slapped their eyes. When they peeled off the leaves, the tower in front of them had changed again, like a faded brocade robe, gradually becoming ferocious and terrifying.
It was still the clam pagoda and the same hall, but what they faced was no longer a bustling palace banquet, but a horrific funeral palace.
"Woooooooooo, I don't want to be buried, I don't want to be buried, I am the king's most beloved wife, I want to see the king, I want to see the king, ah ah ah ah~~~"
Yue Guanchao followed the sound and looked at the living people in the funeral palace. These concubines of Da Yin Zun had long lost the joy of attending the banquet. They were crying so hard that the pear blossoms were raining and the branches were trembling. They were now wearing white clothes and standing on the beam. Behind Bai Ling, she refused to go on the road, life or death.
Also, Da Yinzun was only in his thirties when he died, and his concubines would only be younger than him. They were still young and had to be hanged alive by a piece of white silk. There were thousands of them who were unwilling to do so.
Most of the docile concubines just cried and wanted to see the king. Some of them had violent personalities and wanted to abandon Bai Ling and run away on the spot.
There is a way to heaven but you don’t take it, and there is no way to purgatory but you choose to go there, how can you follow their wishes!
Soldiers have been waiting outside the palace for a long time. Once a concubine escapes, there is only one end, and that is to be thrown into the tower hand and foot.
These soldiers and generals were not as weak as the maids and eunuchs. They actually broke the joints of the hands and feet of these concubines, and forcibly wrapped the white silk around their necks. With a push of their wrists, these concubines only fluttered a few times, and soon rolled their eyes and breathed. Cut off, become a sacrifice for the souls of the dead.
This is not an isolated case. Hanged concubines can be seen everywhere in the funeral palace. They are like animals that have been slaughtered and washed, hanging motionless on the white silk, waiting to be cut off and made into sacrifices. I!
Yue Guanchao listened to this heartbreaking and painful cry, and the despair in the concubine's eyes could be seen clearly. This kind of cry made people's hearts tremble, and no one could bear to continue watching.
He squinted at Song Siyuan and saw that she was staring at the concubines motionlessly, as if she was looking for something. He asked curiously: "Song Qianjin, aren't you afraid of this thing?"
"I'm looking for Mrs. Qionghua. I want to know where she is and why we don't see her here!"
Song Siyuan shuttled around hundreds of white silks, constantly observing these concubines in plain clothes with her eyes. She felt something flowing from the corner of her eyes, and when she reached out to touch them, she was filled with tears~
"No, we are just scared but not sad. Whose tears are these?"
Song Siyuan looked carefully at the wet tears on her hand. These were definitely not hers. So since they were not her tears, whose were the transparent tears on her hands?
She looked at the top of the tower in confusion. The huge lotus lamp was gradually filled with blood-red mist, as if it was covered with scarlet blood. The lamp oil in the lotus disk turned into tears, dripping down, and when she looked around again , Mrs. Qionghua’s figure finally appeared in front of her.
At this time, Mrs. Qionghua was sitting on the rug, and the eunuchs and maids handed over a wooden plate covered with red cloth.
There are only three things on the plate, poisonous wine, dagger, and white silk!
"I understand. Everything we saw is Mrs. Qionghua's real experience. If we want to break the illusion, we must know what Mrs. Qionghua is going to tell us!"
Song Siyuan continued to run forward, and all the eunuchs, maids, concubines, and soldiers around her were like shrinking Western paintings, constantly retreating, but in the blink of an eye, the two of them had already arrived at Mrs. Qionghua's side.
