Princess Sets Poison Again

Lan Yanyu's eyes lit up, looking at the thin slit on the ground: "This should be able to open."

"I'm coming." Zhuo Qingyun and Mu Rongzhen approached together, and they pulled the slit together to reveal a staircase.

"It really is a room in a room!"

Lan Yuyu was about to go down joyfully, but was pulled by Zhuo Qingyun, "I go down first."

Zhuo Qingyun took out the night pearl and went down the stairs first, followed by Lan Yuyu.

Murong Yu and Yun Shaoning also followed.

Unlike the previous secret passage, there is no light at all below, but fortunately, Zhuo Qingyun brought the night pearl, otherwise nothing will really be seen.

The four went down, but there was only one stone room.

"What does this mean?" Lan Yanyu touched the stone wall, some puzzled.

Originally I thought that there would be a palace and the like below, so how could there be nothing?

Yun Shaoning stared at the Shimen in front of him for a long time and frowned, "This may be a tomb!"

"Grave chamber!" Lan Yanyu stared in surprise, blinking from the wall to Zhuo Qingyun's side.

"It should be the layout, shall we still watch it?" Yun Shaoning looked at them and asked.

Murong Yan raised his eyebrows indifferently.

Zhuo Qingyun looked at Lan Yuyu and followed his advice.

Lan Yanyu swallowed the waterway, "Here are all here, so take a look."

Lan Yanyu said with a bravery and added, "So many of us should be fine!"

Yun Shaoning didn't answer. Since he wanted to watch, he pressed the organ on the stone gate.

"boom!"

The thick stone gate moved up instantly.

Lan Yanyu stared straight at the Shimen, both afraid and excited.

Soon, the stone door opened, and Lan Yanyu carefully entered them, but was instantly stunned by the scene in front of them.

Although when Yun Shaoning said about the tomb, he was already mentally prepared, but now he really sees it, it is still scary.

As Yun Shaoning said, there is a cemetery inside, and a large stone room is full of sarcophagi, which are neatly arranged in two rows.

Feeling countless winds blowing, Lan Yanyu shrank her neck unconsciously.

How many people have died this way, and the anger is too heavy.

Just when Lan Yanyu was scared, Murong Yu and Zhuo Qingyun had already gone inside.

"Well, wait for me!" Lan Yanyu hurried to catch up.

An echo from the yin came, and Lan Yanyu shrank her neck in fear again, afraid to speak loudly. He could only lower his voice and said, "It's a little weird here, is there really a ghost?"

Yun Shaoning gave him a white look and went to look at the sarcophagi.

Zhuo Qingyun patted his hand comfortably, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

"Come and see."

After hearing Murong Wong's voice, everyone followed.

Murong Yu stood in front of a large stone monument and said it was a stone monument. In fact, it should be called a tombstone, because many people's names are engraved on it.

"This should be the tomb of the descendants of the royal family of Nanqi." Murong Yan said, staring at the name on the big tombstone.

Yun Shaoning nodded. "It should be."

Lan Yanyu turned and looked at the rows of sarcophagi, frowning, "Will the mother of Bei Mochen be here?"

Murong frowned. "This is not clear."

It stands to reason that Mo Beichen's mother should be buried at the tomb of the Mo family, but before her portrait was hung outside the tomb. This stone tablet also has her name, maybe she really may be here.

Yun Shaoning looked around the tomb and frowned, "Let's go, don't disturb them."

The deceased has died. These were supposed to be buried in the Emperor's Tomb of Nanqi, but now they can only live in this humble burial chamber. It is truly unpredictable.

"Let's go." Lan Yanyu nodded, and led Zhuo Qingyun to run out.

I don't know if it's overcast, he always felt like it was an ice cellar and couldn't stand it.

Yun Shaoning and Murong Ye also went out together.

Several people closed the door of the tomb, went out of the back room together, and returned to the guest room.

Lan Yanyu held the portrait and raised her eyebrows: "I didn't expect Nanfeng Qi and Mo Beichen to be brothers or relatives. No wonder they are all so strange."

Zhuo Qingyun looked at the portrait and said, "If Nanfeng Qi is really the Nanqi royal family, then he should work with us to deal with Xi Gongchi."

Yun Shaoning's eyes flickered softly. "Talk to him tomorrow. If he doesn't want to, we can think of other ways."

Everyone nodded and went back to their rooms to rest.

After Lan Yuyu hid her portrait, she wanted to go to bed, but was choked by Zhuo Qingyun.

"You haven't explained the woman to me yet?"

"Which woman?" Lan Yanyu pretended to be very sleepy, confused.

Zhuo Qingyun held his face and stared straight at him, "Don't want to get confused, what is the relationship between Nan Fengqi's sister and you?"

Lan Yanyu waved Zhuo Qingyun's hand, "What's the matter? I said I didn't know each other."

Zhuo Qingyun frowned, suddenly looking at him seriously, "Did you marry her?"

"No." Lan Yanyu retorted subconsciously, but instantly realized what, looking at Zhuo Qingyun's dark face, helplessly: "Okay, okay, let me say."

Zhuo Qingyun sat in front of him, waiting for his honest explanation.

Lan Yanyu glanced at Zhuo Qingyun's solemn look and poked: "Ten years ago, Qi Shuya, is Nan Fengqi's sister, and I just learned she was Nan Fengqi's sister."

Zhuo Qingyun frowned impatiently. "Speak the point."

Lan Yuyu pulled her head down. "The point is that I saved her life, and then she had to repay her. My father and mother saw that she was lonely and helpless and gentle and beautiful, so she made me my uncle."

Zhuo Qing's eyes widened, "You ..."

"I haven't touched her and I don't like her." When Zhuo Qingyun was angry, Lan Yanyu quickly explained.

"Really?" Zhuo Qingyun looked at him suspiciously, looking dubious.

Lan Yanyu immediately raised two fingers, "Really, I swear!"

Looking at Lan Yanyu's nervous little eyes, Zhuo Qingyun sighed helplessly, "OK, I believe you."

Lan Yuyu was relieved and sat down in Zhuo Qingyun's arms, holding his handsome face and saying, "I'm not angry."

"You, there are flowers everywhere!" Zhuo Qingyun said sourly against his forehead.

He felt that he was too miserable to guard both women and men, too tired!

Lan Yanyu pouted dissatisfiedly. "How can I get rid of flowers and grass? I didn't meet you before? Besides, she was forced by my father and mother to accept them, and I didn't mean to her."

If he had fallen in love with him earlier, he would not have been stunned by his death.

"I'm going to learn from you today and see if you dare to touch the flowers again." Zhuo Qingyun turned over and pressed Lan Yanyu underneath, engulfing all his voice of resistance.