Chapter five hundred and fiftieth chapters where do not meet in the end of the world
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Set the time back to the afternoon when Zhao Rong stopped in a certain back hall and dropped a sword and a map written in blood in front of eighteen poor concubines.
"Wait a moment... No matter what's going on outside, don't open the door..."
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"boom!"
In the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum, the stone door of the apse fell heavily at this moment.
Completely blocking the back of a certain one-armed Confucian scholar who turned back decisively to face the old monster in the Golden Core Realm.
His instructions before leaving seemed to still be echoing in the empty back hall.
The seventeen masked young women kneeling in the hall looked away from the stone door, and then invariably shifted their gaze to the tall masked woman in front of the door who seemed to be the leader.
The latter did not speak, and turned his back to the crowd as if he was thinking about something.
So no one in the hall spoke.
You can hear the needle drop for a while.
The tall, masked woman was silent for a while, but in the end, she still did not choose to open the stone door and chase the embarrassed scholar with a broken arm.
She held the sword, white jade and sachet in her hands. She lowered her head first and looked at the blood book at her feet.
Then he turned sideways, letting the luminous pearl above his head shine more on the blood book.
The tall, masked woman lowered her head and looked at it for a moment.
In the blood book, there is a very detailed map of the imperial tomb.
There were also vigorous and powerful bloody words at the corresponding locations on the map... For some reason, the two bloody fingers of the man who had just been lying on the ground flashed through her mind.
The woman quickly came back to her senses, her eyes returned to focus, and she continued to look at the blood book map.
It introduces in detail the specific mechanism techniques in specific places... In addition, there are also various brief introductions to help them escape from the imperial mausoleum...
It can be said to be simple and easy to understand.
But the tall, slender, masked woman's gaze instantly passed over these and then moved downwards.
On the other side of the blood letter, the one-armed Confucian scholar ‘wrote’ two ways to survive:
One is to wait quietly here, and maybe... someone will eventually come to this imperial mausoleum to save them. Maybe those people don't know they are here, but they will save them easily.
Another way to survive is to wait a few hours later, at a specific time in the early morning when the imperial mausoleum mechanism can be activated. When there is no movement outside, they can take the initiative to come out and escape according to the map.
But the premise of all this is... that they can survive the next hour after he leaves.
So no matter what kind of noise comes from outside later, they should not come out or make a sound...
The above is the brief meaning of most of what the man left in the blood letter.
And besides that.
At the end of this bloody letter.
He also has a small request.
If they can get out alive, if they have the chance, if they have the ability to leave Dali and travel thousands of miles away, the one-armed Confucian scholar implores them to help deliver this white jade medal and the small sachet to Duyou City on the coast of the North Sea.
To the two girls in Taiqing Mansion in Dongcheng...
"Zhao Lingfei...Su Xiaoxiao...are these your two favorite girls...well, are they also the reason why you chose to stay in Duyou City at the end of the world and not travel far away to see interesting scenery with the little girl? Zhao
Young Master?"
Luo Xiu took off the white gauze covering her face.
While muttering to herself, she glanced at the white jade and sachet in her hand.
"Sister Xiu'er."
Among the crowd of 'concubines' at the back of the palace, the little girl whose figure seemed to have not yet grown up called out affectionately.
The little girl stood up and came to Luo Xiu with curious eyes and said crisply: "That young master just now... seems a bit familiar."
Luo Xiu glanced at Xiaoyu, without replying, and handed the sword in his hand to her.
Luo Xiu bent down to pick up the blood book on the ground, put it into her sleeve, and did not look at it again.
Because she may be more familiar with the layout and secrets of this imperial mausoleum than the craftsmen of the imperial mausoleum who drew the map for Zhao Rong...
After freeing her hand, Luo Xiu carefully looked at the white jade tablet and small sachet in her hand.
The white jade is hot, as if it is psychic and does not want to leave its master.
There is half a poem engraved on the jade body.
It should come from a pair of love jade pendants, like the custom in Nanxiaoyaozhou, and the other one should be with a woman in the distance at this moment.
Luo Xiu pursed her lips and looked at the exquisitely crafted sachet. It could be seen that it must have been knitted by some infatuated girl...
On the side, Xiaoyu took the Wenjian with both hands and looked down.
Then she couldn't help but look at Sister Xiu'er who seemed to be hesitating whether to open the sachet and take a peek.
The little fish blinked.
She tilted her head and said, "Sister Xiu'er... tell me, how did he find here... how did Mr. Zhao know that we are here?"
Xiaoyu wasn't sure if it was the young master before, but now he saw that Sister Xiu'er, who used to be indifferent, now looked more curious than a cat.
She was sure.
It should undoubtedly be Mr. Zhao who was followed by my benefactor...
As if she noticed the snickering look of this sensitive and smart little girl, Luo Xiu frowned and said in a somewhat annoyed tone: "How do I know?"
As she said that, she stopped what she was doing and did not continue to open the sachet to see what he had written for his beloved woman.
Luo Xiu casually threw the white jade tablet and the small sachet to Xiaoyu.
The little girl hurriedly took it and said with a confused face: "What are you doing for me, sister..."
Luo Xiu turned her head and said calmly: "These two things may be related to the girl you want to repay your kindness to. You can return them to her when you see her later."
Xiaoyu immediately became honest and did not ask, "Well, why weren't you the one to return the favor?"
The little girl smiled brightly, revealing her missing front teeth. She put the two things away, thinking that if this was the case, she would have a suitable topic to talk to when she met her benefactor named Zhao Qian'er in the future.
For example, ask Zhao Qian'er, "Sister benefactor, sister benefactor, are these sachets and white jade tokens yours? These are tokens of love between your young master and his beloved woman..."
My benefactor sister must be very happy.
Xiaoyu nodded vigorously, smiling with leaky teeth, but soon, she saw the white clothes on her body and the women around her who were wearing the same clothes as her.
The little girl's mood suddenly dropped again like a barometer.
It's a pity that she will soon follow a certain nobleman with Sister Xiu'er and the others to a high and distant place...
Xiaoyu took out the pink snack handkerchief, wrapped the white jade brand and the small sachet in it, and put it away carefully.
She looked at Shimen, wondering if she would have a chance to meet the benefactor sister before leaving. Speaking of which... the young master is here, so the benefactor sister should be nearby, right?
Xiaoyu was shocked and turned around to ask Sister Xiu'er, but the latter was also looking at Shimen in a daze, and her brows were slightly furrowed.
"Sister Xiu'er."
Luo Xiu took three breaths before she came back to her senses and ignored the little girl.
She put on the white veil again, turned around, took Xiaoyu with her, and returned to the seat at the back of the hall. Then, she led other masked women in white to continue praying.