Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The long corridor finally came to an end.

The corridor was originally low and narrow, but it suddenly opened up at the end and connected to a larger room.The dome here is higher than other places, and the ground is wider, shaped like an inverted cone, embedded in the cave.

Xia Qiyuan and King Chang walked into the room together and stopped near the center. The former said, "By the way, I heard that the old emperor has passed away. Is this news true?"

King Yuchang was slightly stunned, nodded and said: "The important matter of the monarchy, how can there be falsehood, the imperial doctor has issued a medical certificate, my father is really relieved this time."

His tone was respectful, but his expression was still as cold as usual.

Xia Qiyuan asked: "You don't seem too sad."

King Chang chuckled, and said: "Born in an emperor's family, how can he expect the family happiness of ordinary people? The estrangement of flesh and blood, and the killing of parents and children are common things in the palace. He is old and weak, and his mind is not clear. I've treated him for many years, so it's considered my filial piety, but in the end, he still doesn't see me in his eyes."

Xia Qiyuan also sighed: "That's true, otherwise he wouldn't have kept the secret from you, but only told the trusted prince."

The prince's topic made his complexion darken, "I really didn't know there was such a secret place in the underground of the imperial city. I wonder if Mr. Xia can mention something."

"This is where the Nine Cauldrons are stored. It's not the counterfeit ones I made, but the real state-defending weapon."

Unable to help, King Yuchang raised his head and looked at the faint hollow above his head.

"Why would you create a fake one, but hide the real one here."

Xia Qiyuan looked at the prince in brocade robes opposite him, and the corners of his pale mouth curled up slightly: "It's a long story, and many of the words of the ancestor gods are lies. If you talk too much, you will blaspheme your ancestors. His Royal Highness Chang really wants to hear it." .”

King Chang said: "I also ask Mr. Xia to enlighten me."

Xia Qiyuan was silent for a moment, then said: "Then let me tell the truth, the Si clan of Yu Kingdom's royal family is not a true descendant of Dayu, and gods and humans have different origins, so naturally they cannot be combined through ordinary methods."

King Chang was startled: "In this case, why did you bring Si Yutong here? Isn't it because only the royal family can open the door of the secret passage?"

"It is possible, but the reason is not so high-sounding. The ancestors of the Si family were just ordered by the ancestor gods to guard this altar and protect the secrets of Jiuding."

King Chang couldn't help showing surprise.

He raised his eyes and looked around, only to see dense patterns engraved on the surrounding stone walls, including all the famous mountains and rivers of Yu Kingdom and Shenzhou, rare and exotic objects, all the way to the top of the dome. Although the brushwork is complicated, it presents an amazing order.

It's just that the mysterious crystal stones on the four walls are too dark, and such a magnificent and majestic picture scroll was wasted for no reason.

He suddenly remembered that when sorting out the old accounts left by Emperor Jian, he had read the records of confiscating black crystal stones from the coast of Qingzhou. Ornaments are used to decorate the Sannomiya Sixth Courtyard.Thinking about it now, the black crystal stone should be used for the lighting in the tunnel, but Emperor Jian became more and more confused. would be so bleak.

The power and glory of King Lin Tianxia seemed like a lie that could be easily broken in this dim light, which caused an indescribable anxiety in his heart.

Fortunately, not all good news awaits him.

There was a restless drumming sound from the top of the head, and it went straight to the ground through the thick soil. At this moment, the soldiers forged in the soil had probably reached the bottom of the city, and the "prince" who was loyal to the rebel army was still sleeping on his shoulder.

Seeing the years of calculations come true step by step, he finally felt a little full in his chest, so he turned to Xia Qiyuan and said: "People in the world are stupid, so they regard lies as the standard. I wonder if Mr. Xia can let me see the real miracle. .”

Xia Qiyuan said lightly: "Okay, we have arrived at the entrance."

"Entrance?"

"That's right there," Xia Qiyuan raised his hand and pointed, "Please put the Princess on it."

There is a raised stone platform in the center of the ground, carved from white jade, in sharp contrast with the surrounding soil-gray ground.

The white jade is thick and smooth, and the translucent milky stone surface is carved with countless patterns, as if there is a period of lingering clouds in the sky, layered and rolled, revealing unspeakable vicissitudes.Even the oldest palace in the imperial city is just a baby in front of it.If it is compiled into a book, it will definitely be able to write thousands of words in eloquence.

However, its standing posture is still stable and elegant, perfect as before.

King Chang walked over and put the woman on his shoulders on the stone platform. As soon as he bent down, he felt a burst of coolness on the milky white stone surface. His fingers just brushed lightly, and he felt a bone-piercing coldness, like a The invisible snake bit the fingertips, and licked the skin with its slippery tongue, making people shudder.

He immediately retracted his fingers and stepped back.Si Yutong's body lost its support and fell on the stone platform, with a muffled sound from the back of her head.

Her brows were furrowed and her lips trembled, as if she was in severe pain.

King Chang saw it, and felt a chill behind his back.

Xia Qiyuan's voice sounded from behind: "Look, with your body as a spoon and your blood as a sacrifice, who would treat his descendants like this?"

King Chang couldn't help frowning: "It's still hard for me to believe that there is such a miracle in the world."

Xia Qiyuan sneered: "Of course there are. Since all living beings are shaped by the gods, there is no difficulty in applying them. It's just that your gods have passed away long ago and took the miracles with them. Only a few residues of spiritual power are left, and the world can't wait to learn from it, respecting it as the way of martial arts, as a standard, and flocking to it. However, the real mystery is slandered as a barbarian sorcery, and they are afraid to avoid it. Alas, people in this world , really, as His Highness said, extremely stupid."

King Chang once again turned his attention to Xia Qiyuan. After miraculously brought back to life, his appearance has completely lost the handsomeness of the past, his temples are grizzled, his joints are withered, like a dying tree in a secluded swamp.However, his posture is still calm and unhurried, and the thoughts in his eyes are hidden deeper,

King Chang bowed to him and said, "It seems that joining forces with you is the right thing to do."

"His Highness Prince Chang is wise," Xia Qiyuan made a modest gesture, pointing his fingertips at the woman on the stone platform: "Hurry up and do it."

King Chang took out a cold knife from the bottom of his sleeve.

It was just an ordinary short knife, simple and unadorned, but its sharpness was colder than that of white jade.

Because it is in the hands of the assailant, and it is about to reach out to his relatives.

Si Yutong's body was paralyzed on the cold stone platform, powerless to resist, as weak as a fallen leaf in late autumn.

King Chang couldn't help curling his lips.

Xia Qiyuan's urging voice came from behind him: "Your Highness, you must have lost your compassion."

"how come."

How could he have any remorse, he had already murdered his elder brother and forced his father to death, compared to that, killing his niece was really not difficult.

He whispered: "In order to achieve an unprecedented great cause, the emperor can only sacrifice you."

After finishing speaking, the dagger cut Si Yutong's neck.

The blood dripped from the neck and penetrated into the white jade-colored veins. The woman on the stone platform suddenly started up, struggling with her thin shoulders, trying to avoid his blade.

He took a step forward, with the weight of his body on his arms, his five fingers grabbed the pale neck, and pushed her back onto the stone platform.

Si Yutong raised her hands and pulled his wrist desperately. In the violent movement, her clothes were opened, and the cuffs fell to the elbows, revealing a section of her arm.

Although the arms are thin and weak, but the joints are thick, and the veins on the outer wrist are raised, it really doesn't look like a woman's muscles and bones.

King Chang was startled, and couldn't help observing her face carefully, only to realize that a thin layer of powder was applied on her face, carefully covering the sharp edges and corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

"You...you are a fake!" He exclaimed.

The person trapped under him let out a groan, which undoubtedly belonged to a man's voice.

In the dim cold light, King Yuchang finally recognized his face: "You are the second son of the Bai family?! How dare you lie to me!"

Bai Xiuchuan opened his eyes and stared at him, his hateful voice leaked from his lips covered in makeup: "I, I won't let you hurt Sister Atong—"

His thin body was wrapped in a loose skirt, with most of his legs exposed, his temple hair was messy, his lips were fluttering, and his neck was red from being pinched. That description was actually worse than that of a prostitute.

King Chang was furious, not only because Bai Xiuchuan had deceived him, but also because he used such inferior means, but he was completely unaware.His great career was thwarted by a buffoon.

He let out a low growl from the depths of his throat: "A majestic man, reduced to such an ugly state, what face does he have to live in this world, why not die!"

He strangled Bai Xiuchuan's neck with one hand, and raised the dagger high with the other.