The night is sad and bleak.

In the dark woods, there was a figure carrying a woman on her shoulders, jumping lightly among the dense branches and leaves, like an agile cat.

After a few leaps, I stopped in front of a bonfire.

"Master!"

Dora stood up and greeted her excitedly.

Elder Zhuque took a deep breath, put down Qingli who was carrying it on his shoulder, and said, "The blood you mentioned can resist the hundred Gu, is she?"

Dora nodded and said, "The Gu insect I refined was so scared that I hid back when I encountered her blood. Some of them were accidentally stained with her blood and died immediately."

Elder Zhuque did not say a word and signaled Dora to help him help Qingli.

The belt was pulled apart, and the green summer shirt slowly slid down the snow-white shoulders. Under the dim night, a blue butterfly on her back looked particularly abrupt.

Dora sniffed in the air conditioner.

"Master, why is there a blue butterfly mark behind her? What's going on?"

Elder Zhuque's face turned gloomy, took a deep breath, put on Qingli without saying a word, and then sat next to the fire, his green eyes became deep, and he stared at the blazing flames in a steady state.

It took her unknown how long she spoke lightly and said, "The previous generation of Butterfly God has four daughters..."

"Four?" Dora frowned in confusion, "Isn't there only three? His Highness Nora, His Highness Nefer, and the current Butterfly God, His Highness Sharoman."

Elder Zhuque said: "There are four. Another one was raised outside the Gu King Hall since childhood. Because the young master's father was from the Western Jin Dynasty, he was always rejected by the Gu King Hall. Later, the young master left the southern border himself, and not many people paid attention to it..."

Dora guessed: "Master means... the Empress of the Western Jin Dynasty is the daughter of the Young Master who left the Southern Xinjiang?"

Elder Zhuque nodded, looked at the sleeping Qingli, and said, "Look at her face carefully... Haven't you noticed it? Although she does not have any characteristics of a southern Xinjiang, her distant eyebrows and almond eyes are very similar to His Royal Highness Sharoman."

"Master means that she is the real His Highness of Butterfly God?" Dora found her voice trembling, "Where is His Highness Sharoman?"

Elder Zhuque's face turned distorted, his eyes were too long, and he sneered: "She is fake!"

Dora exclaimed in an exclaim "Ah".

"This, how is this possible..."

How could the Butterfly God who was enshrined in the Gu King's Hall, the one they believed in in the southern border, be fake?

"What's impossible?" Elder Zhuque sneered, "Every generation of Butterfly God's crowning ceremony requires blood to recognize the master with the Gu King. However, when His Highness Sharoman was crowned, he used excuses to fool him! Now it seems that it is because she is a fake, so she dare not recognize the master with the Gu King!"

Dora was so scared that she didn't dare to let out.

The bonfire was burning, and the dry firewood was burned red, with occasional crackling sounds.

After a long time, Dora asked tentatively: "Master, what should we do now?"

"What should I do? Since the real Butterfly God has been found, of course we have to take her back to southern Xinjiang!" Elder Zhuque calmly made a judgment, "Your Highness is the empress of the Western Jin Dynasty. If the queen is missing, the emperor will definitely send someone to investigate. Dora, you go and contact our forces in the Western Jin Dynasty. No matter how much the cost is, we will bring Your Highness back to southern Xinjiang!"

“Yes, Master!”

As Elder Zhuque expected, from the next day, martial law began to begin in the capital city, and a team of imperial guards were sent to the city gates all around to conduct strict inspections of the people and merchants leaving the city.

It is noon when the guards turn over.

A faint joy of depressedness came from afar, mixed with the sound of crying.

Paper fell like snowflakes.

A carriage slowly drove towards the south gate of Beijing. The coffin of the deceased was parked on the carriage. The huge black coffin reflects dazzling light under the scorching sun, which is so cold that it is so cold.

Next to the carriage, a group of family members wearing mourning clothes and crying spirits were followed.

The guards at the city gate cursed with disgrace, but they were patient and ordered their subordinates to carefully check all the people escorting the coffin.

"Open the coffin and let me check it!"

"Official, the dead are the most important. Since the coffin is closed, how can it be opened again?" The man who spoke was wearing a mourning clothes, with a beard on his face, and secretly stuffed a ingot of silver to the guard commander. "Official, see, can you please be able to make peace?"

The guard commander took the bribe without hesitation and said arrogantly: "Don't want to open the coffin? Okay, then you can carry the coffin back, don't think about leaving the city gate!"

The family of the deceased looked embarrassed. After everyone discussed it privately, they had no choice but to open the coffin and let the guards investigate.

"It's hot in summer, and it's easy to turn corpses. The corpses are already a little stinky. Master, please bear it."

Several young men pried open the coffin nails and worked together to pry up the coffin lid.

The guard was stretching his neck and looking in. As soon as the lid of the coffin opened, a foul stinking came to his face, choking him to cough and vomit desperately while holding the city wall. He almost vomited his intestines.

The guards and the people in the distance smelled the stinky smell and covered their mouths and noses.

It's really too smelly!

Even so, the guard commander endured his disgust and glanced into the coffin, and found that there was a rotten female corpse lying inside. There was no problem, so he opened the door and let it go.

"Let it go!" While instructing his subordinates to open the city gate, he urged the family of the deceased to "Close the lid of the coffin as soon as possible!"

The family of the deceased bowed and thanked the guards again. Then they closed the lid of the coffin and walked out of the city gate with the coffin.

The crying spirit man started crying and singing again.

"Commander, there are suddenly so many imperial guards in the city gate today. What happened?"

"Who knows?" said the guard commander impatiently, "But, the people above said that it seemed that some treasure was lost in the palace. It was suspected that it was a spy from the Yi Kingdom, so we must check it carefully."

"What treasure did you lose? You have to mobilize all your troops like this..."

Amid the guards' discussion, the coffin went further and further away, gradually moving away from the capital.

The suburbs along the road have pleasant scenery, beautiful scenery and greenery.

"Master, these guards from the Western Jin Dynasty are really stupid!" Dora was in a happy mood. "But when will we carry your highness out? The effect of the sweating medicine is probably over. Now, your highness should wake up. The coffin is really smelly!"

"Should you wait a little longer, it's not safe here."

As Dora expected, Qingli had woken up at this moment.

The sight was pitch black, and there was no sight. There was a stinking stinking stinking at the tip of her nose, almost making her vomit.

She suddenly thought of the scene before she fell into a coma.

In Weiyang Palace, all the palace servants fainted on the ground. As soon as she sensed the danger, her eyes turned dark and she fell into a coma.

Then where is she now?

Qingli was anxious to get up, but suddenly raised his head, but bumped into a hard object.

A "bang" sounded, making her head buzz.

She suddenly felt something was wrong and reached out to touch the surroundings... After stroking for a while, she found that there were barriers on all sides, square... and vaguely heard the crying sounds from outside... the coffin!?

She was locked in a coffin?

Why was she locked in a coffin? Could it be that someone wanted to kill her and bury her alive?

Thinking of this possibility, Qingli's blood was cold all over.

"Archer, Archer..."

At such a critical and helpless moment, all she could think of was Murong Che.

However, no matter how she cried or struggled, the people outside the coffin did not react at all and were still moving forward slowly.

Qingli's heart was even more desperate.

The people outside could not have heard such a big noise in the coffin, but even though they knew that the coffin contained a living person, no one opened the coffin and let her come out.

Did you really make up your mind to bury her alive?

But who is it that he has such a deep hatred with her and wants to bury her alive?

Cai Jinzhi is already dead, and Concubine Hui has been sent to Tianning Temple to practice. No one should have framed her like this. Who is it?

Qing Li couldn't even think of it even though he wanted to break his head.

As time passed, her heart became more and more sad.

She was about to die soon, buried under a pile of yellow earth, suffocated to death, no one knew...

Death made her frightened, but when she thought of Murong Che, her heart hurt even more.

It seemed like someone was stuck in his throat and could not breathe.

She disappeared silently. Archer must be extremely anxious when he saw that she was kidnapped, right? What should he do if she really dies?

Without her, will he live alone in his old age, or will he fall in love with another woman again and spend his whole life together?

Rationally, Qingli hoped that after he died, there would be other women who would take good care of him. However, emotionally, she could not tolerate him giving all the love and tenderness he had given to her to other women.

No matter which possibility, it made her heart ache.

Qingli was lying in the coffin, crying helplessly, her temples on both sides were wet with tears.

Suddenly, a ray of light was shining in front of me.

"Your Highness, are you awake?"

Qingli frowned, adapted to the light before opening his eyes.
Chapter completed!