The emperor ordered a thorough investigation, and King Yu's conspiracy fell apart instantly.

Despite the concubine's pleas, King Yu was still demoted to a commoner and imprisoned for life, and everyone in the palace was thrown into the sky prison.

The entire capital was silent, heads fell to the ground every day at Caishikou, and the smell of blood filled the sky above the entire capital. All the people involved in King Yu's incident had their homes confiscated, the men were immediately beheaded, and the women and children were consigned to slavery. They were not allowed to study or serve as officials for eight generations. , can only do low-level work.

The Shen family was also investigated, and Mr. Qian produced the confession of the maid who served the Qu family, proving that Lu'er had nothing to do with the Shen family.

Xihe did not go to see what happened to Lu'er. He only heard that he cried extremely miserably the day he was taken away. He shouted that she was Master Shen Er's daughter, and was slapped in the mouth by an officer who was too noisy. Her mouth was full of blood.

Come to think of it, the princess's dream didn't come true, and she ended up becoming a slave, even worse than before.

Xihe saved Butler Li's life, but she didn't care how much suffering he suffered. Lu'er was his daughter, and she had to bear the consequences of her own actions.

The capital city was in chaos for many days, and it gradually subsided. However, dark clouds were surging underneath, and it was not peaceful.

Now that he is over fifty, his princes have all grown up. King Yu paid the price for his betrayal by his own princess, but it does not mean that the other princes have no ideas!

The battle for the inheritance has officially begun.

At this time, Xihe and his wife had already set off for southern Xinjiang with Miss Yue.

The day before leaving, they met Princess Yu in a teahouse. At that time, she had returned to the Sun Mansion with Prince Yu and Li. She put on a blue dress and looked relaxed, but she came to thank her.

Xihe shook his head: "Everyone takes what they need."

Princess Yu was stunned for a moment, then became even more relaxed: "Then I wish Miss Shen a safe journey."

The road going south was much more difficult than expected. It was bumpy all the way and it took a month to reach southern Xinjiang. After entering the pass, a cold and moist atmosphere enveloped everyone.

Miss Yue breathed a sigh of relief: "We're just ahead."

The carriage climbed over a high mountain and entered an ancient village in the evening.

The village is very large, with many old people, children, men and women wearing ethnic costumes standing there, curiously looking at these strange faces, and when they see Yue girl, they smile and call "Yue girl".

Xihe and others followed Miss Yue in, met the elders of the village, and settled down.

Song Qianru was very curious about this place, so he suggested going to treat the patient. After he was cured, he started observing the entire village.

He was looking at others, and others peeked at him out of curiosity, especially children and women.

Most of the Miao men had dark skin, and a very few had fair skin. They were very curious about this tall and fair man from the Central Plains, and they shy away after being glanced at.

Xihe was still looking at those patients with a strange expression.

Miss Yue couldn't help but said: "Miss Shen Er, what's wrong?"

Xihe looked from the mysterious lines on their faces to their bulging temples, shook his head, turned around and went out: "Take us to the place where the incident occurred tomorrow."

"good!"

The village elders were always enthusiastic towards them.

Unfortunately, there were not many people in the village who could speak Mandarin, so there was not much communication between the two parties. After dinner, they went back to sleep.

The next day, after cleaning up, Miss Yue took Xihe and the two of them through the mountains and forests, and stopped in front of another village.

Xihe and the others couldn't understand what the two sides were talking about, and there must have been a quarrel. Finally, the gatekeeper glared at Xihe and the others unwillingly, turned around and went in to report.

Girl Yue explained: "Our village has never had a good relationship with them, so it's not easy to enter."

Xihe nodded to express understanding.

Not long after, a man with a scarf on his head came over and took everyone in. The entire village was plain white, with white cloth hanging everywhere. Only then did they realize that someone had died here.

Xihe and Song Qianru looked at each other, their eyes becoming more and more curious.

Arriving at a hall, a young man sat boldly inside, with earrings on his ears and deep eye sockets. He said, "You can go in, and hand over the method of rescue!"

Xihe and the other two were startled. They didn't expect that there would be people here who could speak the Central Plains dialect.

Song Qianru said directly: "Okay."

The number of casualties in this village was obviously much higher than that of the village where Miss Yue lived. More than a dozen people had died. The traces of people who were still alive had spread all over their bodies. They were lying on the bed wailing and rolling in pain.

Song Qianru said nothing and stepped forward for treatment. In the end, his body couldn't help but swayed.

Xihe held on, worried: "Is it okay?"

Song Qianru took a breath: "I'm fine, I just used up a little too much spiritual power."

Several people stayed in the village that night and rested the next day before going to the scene of the incident. It was a courtyard with a locust tree planted in the corner. It was obviously July or August, but the locust trees were still blooming.

Strings of white flowers sway like wind chimes, exuding a sweet fragrance.

There is a well under the locust tree. The small courtyard is covered with fallen leaves. Weeds and wild flowers are struggling to bloom from the gaps in the stone slabs. The closer to the old locust tree, the more prosperous they bloom.

Xihe: "..."

No matter how weird it looks.

Song Qianru walked in directly.

The young village leader immediately said: "Be careful! Anyone who enters the courtyard will suffer." It's okay if you pass by, but most of those who walk in will die.

Xihe said it was okay, followed Song Qianru, and closed the door smoothly.

For a moment, everyone outside the house looked at each other.

As soon as he entered this place, Xihe noticed that it was unusual. It was quiet, so quiet. The sound of wind and insects disappeared from his ears, and there was only the sound of shoes on the ground.

She couldn't help but shake Song Qianru's hand, but her hand was empty.

Xihe:???

She was startled and asked Gouzi: "What's going on?"

The dog got up in a daze, opened his eyelids, took a look, and yawned: "The old tree has become a spirit."

Xihe was speechless: "You still want to say this?"

Is that what she asked?

Gouzi spread his hands: "Then I don't know."

Xihe:...waste.

She walked straight towards the big tree. It was an old tree, with a thick waist that could be surrounded by five adults hugging each other. Its branches were lush and leafy, covering the entire sky, but strangely there was no bird's nest on the tree.

She looked up and saw a scorched branch.

Xihe was stunned. Could it be that he failed to withstand the thunder and finally turned black? He started hurting people?

She couldn't help but reach out her hand, wanting to touch the tree trunk. Who knew the next second, the world was spinning and she lost consciousness...

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"Madam? Madam?"

Someone tapped her face.

Xihe opened her eyes in a daze, and the next second, she covered her head. She had a splitting headache and her head seemed to explode. She couldn't help but the pain overflowing from her mouth.

"Come, drink some water, you drank too much yesterday."

The hand gently supported her, and then there was a cool feeling in her mouth, and gurgling water flowed into her mouth.

Xihe felt extremely thirsty in her throat. She held the bowl and drank heavily. When her throat felt comfortable, she opened her eyes and her pupils shrank in the next moment. Who is this handsome and charming husband? Where is her silly fox?

The man patted her back with a gentle smile: "Are you feeling comfortable now?"

Xihe said nothing and looked around. This was an antique room with azure windows and the sound of birds outside. It was like a beautiful paradise.

She cast her gaze on the man: "Who are you?"

Dressed in white, he looks like a banished immortal, clear and gentle, like a young master from an aristocratic family.

The man smiled and raised his hand to touch her head. When Xihe avoided her, the man reluctantly put down his hand and smiled indulgently: "Madam, it's so funny. We have been married for two years and you have forgotten who I am? Could it be that you drank yesterday?"

Too much wine?"

He stood up and poured another cup of tea. The sleeves were embroidered with exquisite branches and leaves.

Xihe frowned, could this guy be the old tree?

"My husband shouldn't let you drink so much. I'll have to watch you more next time." His voice was full of endearment, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

Xihe: "..."

He opened the quilt, stood up, and walked straight to the door.

This is indeed a paradise, with peach blossoms growing all over the mountains and plains, green mountains and green waters, it is extremely beautiful.

A piece of clothing was draped around her body, and the man put his hands on her shoulders: "Madam, do you like it? Delicate and pure, just like you."

Xihe shook off his hand, turned his head and stared into his eyes, frowning slightly.

The man tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

Xihe said nothing, turned around and walked out without saying a word. The maids and boys passing by were working stiffly. When she came up to ask questions, they seemed not to have heard her. They were still working mechanically, and everything seemed strange.

The man followed leisurely, looking at Xihe and asking people around.

Xihe's brows became tighter and tighter, what the hell is this place?
To be continued...