In the 30th year of Chengqing's reign, Prince Xiahou Zhi died at the age of twenty-four.
The queen was so distraught that she accidentally knocked down the candlestick and burned the body to ashes.
I never thought that when he was alive, he was so ruthless and powerful that many officials were frightened. After he died, he could not even keep his whole body.
According to the ancestral system of the Great Xia Kingdom, after burial, relatives should keep vigil and pray for three days before the deceased can be reincarnated.
Even if you are alone, there will always be friends or clan leaders to help you.
However, Xia Houzhi's tomb was deserted, with only twos and threes of wild beasts coming to eat the sacrifices.
At midnight, a ghost sat cross-legged on the coffin board, picked up a pebble and flicked it——
Snap!
The little white bird, which was pecking happily, was surprised. It flapped its wings and flew away, and the wind it brought made the ever-burning lantern sway.
Seeing that it was about to be destroyed, a big hand cut through the darkness and stretched out, carefully protecting it.
After a moment, the flames stopped beating and continued to shine brightly.
The ghost looked at the visitor quite unexpectedly - his mortal enemy in life.
There are very few people in this world who can be called his enemies, and this person is the most special one.
Ghost thought, most likely he came here to vent his anger.
It's a pity that there are no corpses for the opponent to whip.
Just as he was holding his chin and sighing, he saw the man in black suddenly lifted the hem of his robe and knelt down in front of the tomb.
Ghost was stunned for a moment, and the carelessness in raising the corners of his lips froze slightly.
The man took out the "Rebirth Mantra" from his arms and recited it in a low voice.
This thought lasted three days and three nights.
At dawn on the fourth day, the man lifted up his exhausted body and strode away.
From beginning to end, not a word was said.
The morning light showed slightly, and the translucent soul gradually dissipated. He looked at the retreating figure and murmured: "Duan Chuiwen..."
It was late spring in the twenty-sixth year of Chengqing's reign.
"Dali Temple is investigating the case, there are many people waiting, please get out of here quickly!"
Li Si led a group of brothers, turned the first floor upside down, and walked quickly towards the man standing in the center of the lobby.
"Sir, we didn't find it."
"Go upstairs."
The speaker is tall, wearing an ocher official uniform with wild geese embroidered on the chest and sleeves. A leather belt is tied around his waist, and a sword about three feet long is hung.
His facial features are deep and angular, his brows are filled with a stern look that shows no anger and self-importance, and his whole body exudes a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness.
"You can't go up!" The boss of Fuchun Tower suddenly jumped over, stretched out his arms and blocked the stairs, and said sincerely, trembling his legs, "Sir, there are distinguished guests upstairs, please don't disturb us!"
"Dignified guest?" Duan Chuiwen snorted coldly, "I would like to see which noble person dares to harbor a Jiangyang thief!"
Boom!
With bursts of wailing, the door panel was knocked wide open.
The two men in green clothes in the room froze, and were about to draw their swords at each other, when a clear and pleasant voice came.
"Leopard tail, fish gills, don't be rude!"
Upon hearing this title, Li Si's expression changed. He quickly grabbed his master and whispered: "Two of the four 'demon envoys' are here. The one among them must be His Highness the Crown Prince. Let's withdraw first."
However, instead of restraining himself, Lord Shaoqing raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword and slowly pushed out the two-inch sharp blade with his thumb.
At this time, the gauze curtains were rolled up on both sides, revealing the scene of the cabinet.
On the mahogany carved soft couch, there is a young man lying on his side, wearing a dark blue brocade soft robe that outlines his slender figure.
She has a hibiscus face that is indistinguishable from male to female, her eyebrows are trimmed into her temples, her bright eyes are good at gazing, and the tail of her eyes is slightly upturned. There is a sense of natural disdain in her laziness.
He rested his forehead with one hand and put the other hand on his bent knee. Following the soft singing of the pipa girl, his white fingertips kept tapping time.
In front of the couch, a famous lady was kneeling, peeling off the red fruit in early spring. The crystal clear pulp was handed to the young man's mouth, which made his lips red and white, his teeth as white as a jade.