After searching for several days, no one was found, and an investigation at noon confirmed that the charred corpse was that of a woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old.
It was an ironclad fact that the princess died in the fire.
Tong'er fainted on the spot after receiving the news of the princess's death.
Jin'er and Xiu'er also knelt in front of the Buddha statue for three days and nights, praying that the princess would come back safely.
However, no miracle happened.
The princess just lay there, and everyone in Prince Wu's mansion I fell into a state of grief.
Such a good princess and such a kind master passed away like this.
"No, she's not dead."
Li Ke still didn't want to believe it.
Li Guang advised: "Your Highness, please express your condolences and report it to the Emperor."
Li Ke didn't reply.
He was immersed in his own world and refused to step out.
Li Guang couldn't get a reply and had to go to Quan Wanji to discuss reporting the matter.
More than ten days passed, and Li Ke was in a daze looking at the corpse every day.
Even if the corpse was dry, it was still a little rotten in this hot weather.
He didn't want to admit that this was melodious, but he ordered people to walk on carpets outside the city.
After searching, even an ant was found, but apart from the body, there was no news at all.
It would be really dangerous for this woman to disappear out of thin air.
Li Ke asked the corpse: "Is this Youyang really you?"
Li Guang couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw the always proud prince turning into what he was now.
However, this was a fact that could not be changed.
The princess was really dead.
He advised: "Your Highness, I beg you to show your condolences.
It is better to die early."
Let’s bury the princess.”
Li Ke's dim eyes suddenly filled with coldness, and he shouted almost crazily: "Youyang is not dead, how can you make me believe it with just a dry corpse?"
When she was taking off her clothes in the garden, when she was arguing with him over a hosta, when she was smiling, when she was being reasonable, when she was wearing men's clothes, when she was getting married almost a year ago, everything...
It all seemed like it happened yesterday.
Such a lovely woman disappeared without even saying hello.
This was unbearable and unbelievable for him.
Princess Wu died unexpectedly, His Highness King Wu collapsed, and the entire Prince Wu's palace fell into gray.
August 15, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty issued an edict, ordering Li Ke to bury Youyang on Prince's Mountain in Anzhou.
Princess Wu's funeral was very beautiful, with condolences and farewells lined the whole street, and two carriages were pulled with the funeral items, all of which were rare treasures. , the world all lamented King Wu's love for Princess Wu.
At night, on Prince's Mountain, a full moon hangs high in the sky.
The moonlight is so bright that it makes the stars lose their light, showing the loneliness of the world.
This day is a festival of reunion.
Everyone gathers around their families, and Li Ke stands on Prince Mountain, seeming to emit an inviolable and distant light like the moon at this moment.
His palms are constantly rubbing the words carved on the tombstone.
Wu The tomb of the royal concubine Yang.
"You and I got married on August 15th last year, but where will you be on August 15th this year?"
I don't know when Yun Xuan stood behind Li Ke, holding a large jar of wine and advising: "As the saying goes, it is difficult for a person to be full when the moon is full.
You still need to express your condolences.
I will drink with you."
Li Ke took the wine jar and sprinkled some wine next to the tombstone as a tribute to the person in the tomb.
After taking a sip, he pulled out the sword on his body.
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He suddenly lit the sword and stood up.
The sword light surged, and the sword energy was like lightning.
"Huh, Huh" hit the tombstone, and sparks popped out where the sword collided with the tombstone.
For a moment, he sheathed the sword and stopped breathing, but the handwriting on the tombstone had been worn away and could not be distinguished clearly.
Yunxuan looked at the tombstone and wondered why, and exclaimed: "Why are you doing this?"
"People are not dead yet, why are there still alive people buried in this tomb?"
Li Ke said and took another sip of the wine in the altar.
Although the charred corpse could not be distinguished clearly, he had an intuition that this was not his melodious body.
"Hi" Yunxuan naturally thought that he was too sad, sighed, and patted Li Ke on the shoulder to express comfort.
On August 21st, Princess Wu burned for seven days, but somehow the princess's tomb was stolen.
The guards went to investigate and found that except for the princess's coffin, all the other burial objects were untouched.
The guards were greatly shocked. exclaimed.
Li Ke blocked the news and secretly sealed the tomb.
In this way, Princess Wu was buried on Prince Mountain and was forgotten by the world as time went by.
"The fire is so big, it hurts my skin so much," he muttered melodiously.
"Amitabha, Amitabha" kept chanting to the melodious ears.
She moved her stiff fingers and slowly opened her eyes. where is this
Has the fire gone out?
Why is there the sound of chanting?
It turned out that she had ascended to the Western Paradise, and this time she really died.
She closed her eyes melodiously and slowly.
Suddenly a voice came.
"Why sleep in death when you are alive?
You will sleep forever after death.
Now that you are awake, get up."
Who said such classic words?
Are such philosophical words popular nowadays?
Another voice spoke.
"Amitabha is good and good" Youyang opened her eyes again, and what she saw was a plainly decorated room and a plain bed.
She looked around, and in the distance, a young novice monk with his back to her and an old monk were meditating and chanting on the ground.
Youyang looked at the old monk, but the distance was too far for her to see clearly.
She only felt familiar.
She moved her chapped lips, swallowed a gulp of saliva to moisten her dry throat, and asked hoarsely: "You guys saved me."
Youyang suddenly remembered that the female killer used her back to support her when the beam fell.
Is she okay?
Youyang asked again: "Where is the person blocking me?
Is she okay?"
"When the old monk Amitabha arrived, only the donor was left alive."
After the old monk finished speaking, he knocked on the wooden fish.
"She's dead" Youyang murmured, she was shocked but also sad at the same time.
Tears fell down, but why was the place where the tears flowed so painful.
Youyang wanted to wipe the tears on her face.
When she raised her hand, she found that her hand was slightly burned.
She was startled.
This must be the scar left by the fire.
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She didn't know where else it was burned.
But Youyang couldn't care about herself at this time.
She knew that Li Keru would be anxious if he couldn't find her, so she asked: "Master, where is this?"
The little novice started talking again.
“This is a temple” Youyang rolled her eyes, cursing in her mind that this little novice monk was talking nonsense, but the voice seemed familiar.
"This is Yongyangfang in the southwest corner of Chang'an City."
The old monk said the specific location.
"Chang'an City" Youyang didn't understand why he appeared in Chang'an, which was only ten days away from Anzhou at the fastest.
The old monk seemed to understand Youyang's doubts, and walked towards Youyang while explaining the cause of the matter.
"The poor monk traveled far and wide.
He passed by Anzhou twenty days ago.
He planned to stay in a temple for a night, but unexpectedly he encountered a fire.
With the blessing of the Buddha, the poor monk and his disciples rescued you, and then took you back to Chang'an.
You have been in a coma for more than 20 days.
With the blessing of the Buddha, you finally wake up.
Amitabha, it’s good, it’s good.”
What the old monk said shocked Youyang.
She clearly felt that the fire was still burning around her just now, but she didn't expect that she had been unconscious for so long.
Wouldn't Li Ke be anxious to death after such a long time?
Youyang looked at the old monk who had walked in front of her.
He had a ruddy face and kind eyes.
Isn't this the same monk who told her fortune that day?
Youyang said in surprise: "You are a fortune teller."
The old monk clasped his hands together.
"The poor monk's Dharma name is Daoyue" Although Youyang's whole body was sore, she reluctantly stood up and bowed with her hands together.
"Amitabha" Master Daoyue said with a smile: "The donor and the poor monk are also destined.
The poor monk once said that the poor monk will appear in front of the donor when he is in need."
Youyang quickly stood up and thanked: "Thank you, Master, for the rescue."
Master Daoyue hurriedly stopped him.
"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.
Donors don't need to be polite.
Since the benefactor is awake, just let the scoundrels diagnose and treat the benefactor."
"Master Youlao" bowed melodiously again, sighing that this temple is really nice and there are doctors
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