After landing on the ground, Nuanyang, nestled in Jiusi's arms, slowly opened his eyes and was stunned by what he saw.
There was a piece of open space that was not considered open, and there were piles of earth bags piled on it.
Some of the earth bags were very old, but some of them were clearly soil that had been newly cultivated in recent days.
It's just that no matter whether they are old or old, they are all arranged in a messy manner, even one on top of the other due to lack of space.
Occasionally, there are a few pieces of rotten wood stuck in front of the mound, with some small characters written on them, conveying some information to the people who occasionally pass by.
There are several old locust trees growing in the gaps between the mounds, and a few black crows are perched on the twisted branches.
The occasional crows are annoying.
The outstretched body of the old locust tree that lacks vitality feels eerie and eerie even under the clear sky and daylight.
Nuanyang opened and closed his mouth, his big clear eyes looking at Jiusi, filled with confusion.
Of course she knew where this place was, but what the master brought her to the mass grave for was not to see the evil retribution of Wei Xiao, the evil man.
Jiu Si smiled and said nothing, but stretched out his index finger to point her to look at a new grave that was dug in front of her.
Nuanyang took a few steps forward.
When he saw clearly what was in the coffin in the tomb, he exclaimed and collapsed on the ground.
Jiusi was stunned, and hurriedly stepped forward to hug her, patted her back gently, and called her in a low voice: "Nuan Yang Nuan Yang" Nuanyang looked at Jiusi with a pale face, and after coming back to his senses, he immediately buried himself completely in his arms.
Seeing her like this, Jiusi felt guilty.
He raised his hand, stored a white light in his palm, and then pressed the soft white light into Nuanyang's forehead.
After the light disappeared, Nuan Yang finally calmed down.
She grabbed Jiusi's collar, and a muffled voice came from his chest: "Master, there is acacia inside."
"Yes."
Jiusi replied gently, holding her tightly with one hand and gently stroking her hair with the other.
"There is also Xiao Kun inside."
"Um."
Taking a deep breath, Nuanyang raised his head and looked at Jiusi, his eyes already red.
"Master, did Xiao Kun commit suicide?"
"Um."
"Is it because I brought him to meet Hehuan?"
"No, it's because he loves Acacia."
"Master, when did he die?"
"This morning."
Nuanyang was silent and looked inside the coffin again.
Although she was sad, it was no longer so difficult to accept.
Even though the climate in Dongyang Kingdom is cooler than other places, the weather in midsummer is still sultry, and the corpse of Albizia Julibrissin has long been rotten by insects, and is now exuding an unpleasant smell.
Covering her body was another corpse, that of Xiao Kun.
He was still wearing the official uniform from the palace banquet that day, but the body under the official uniform had long since lost its vitality.
In the narrow coffin, two corpses overlapped face to face.
The bright red blood covering the bottom of the coffin must have flowed from Xiao Kun's wrist, because there was a sharp piece of copper inserted there, and the wounds deep into the bones were visible and the flesh was turning outwards.
But not a drop of blood was seen.
Nuanyang looked at it and thought depressedly that the blood must have dried up.
Her eyes wandered between the two of them until a familiar object appeared in her sight.
The palm-sized bronze mirror held tightly in Xiao Kun's right hand.
She had carried this bronze mirror close to her body for half a month, and there was once a poor woman trapped inside who could not leave because of her obsession.
The tears in Nuanyang's eyes flowed down her cheeks when she saw this bronze mirror.
She raised her hand to wipe them away and made herself smile, because the poor woman once told herself that her eyes were swollen from crying and looked ugly. .
Now in front of her, even if it's just a corpse, Nuanyang doesn't want to make herself ugly.
Jiusi took pity on her and comforted her: "If Hehuan knew that Xiao Kun loved her so much, he would definitely be satisfied."
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Nuanyang nodded without answering, but in his heart he understood a little bit what love was.
The two of them stopped here for a long time, until a noisy sound slowly approached the mass grave from a distance.
Jiusi pulled Nuanyang up, retreated to the shade of an old locust tree, and used an illusion to make the two of them invisible.
The visitor gradually approached, and his face became clearer.
After seeing the facial features of the first person clearly, Nuanyang took a breath and unconsciously clenched his palms under his sleeves.
Jiusi noticed it and hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold hers tightly, fearing that she would pinch herself with her nails if she exerted too much force.
Nuanyang relaxed under his touch, but her eyes were still staring at the man's face.
This was the first time in her life that she hated others so much.
But as he watched, Nuanyang realized something was wrong.
The woman who killed Hehuan looked crazy at this moment.
She ran to Hehuan's grave while laughing and crying.
The servants behind her could not hold her back.
The noble and dignified young lady disappeared a few days ago.
At this time, Wei Xiao's hair was disheveled, and her clothes were wrinkled.
Her face was covered with tears but she still had a smile on her face.
She seemed to have gone crazy. generally.
I saw her stumbling to the edge of the grave.
After seeing the two people overlapping in the grave, she suddenly seemed to have lost all her strength and fell to her knees with a "pop".
The smile on her face disappeared and she was stunned.
He was stunned, as if his soul had been taken away, leaving only a body.
The servants who had been following her were panicked when they saw her like this.
They hurriedly came up to pull her and tried to persuade her, but she remained unmoved until an old woman cried and shouted in her ear, "This How can a man be worthy of such an infatuated lady?"
She came back to her senses, but the first thing she did after she came to her senses was to push the old woman to the ground.
She was so angry that her eyes were almost split open.
She pointed at the old woman lying on the ground with trembling fingers and scolded her sternly: "Shut your bitch.
What kind of dog-like status are you?
How dare you disrespect the number one scholar in the dynasty and say nonsense."
If you don't tell me, I'll cut off your tongue."
As she cursed and cursed, her voice gradually choked up, and finally she started crying.
Although she was short of breath from crying, she kept talking, but the content of her words was no longer directed at the mother-in-law who fell on the ground.
"You, you, leave a letter, come here and die, what does that mean?"
"If you want to die in the same cave with her, then I am your wife."
"You said you knew it was me who killed her, you said you don't blame me, haha, but I beg you to blame me."
"You never want to leave me.
You said you would stay with me my whole life.
Even if you die, you will still be mine."
Seeing that Wei Xiao was becoming increasingly confused, the helpless servants finally had the courage to step forward and cut the back of her head with the palm of their hand.
She fell down as soon as she went limp, and was caught by the servants with all their hands.
Carry away.
She was obviously unconscious, but tears still flowed from the corners of her eyes.
She muttered something from time to time.
The servants who were busy carrying her back to the house couldn't hear her, but Nuan Yang, who had been staring at her, could tell.
Got it.
She was just saying one thing over and over again, something that He Huan seemed to have said too.
Xiao Lang, don’t leave me :