Chapter 379: The Last Wish of the Concubine and Her Daughter in the Cold Palace 4

Chapter 379: The Last Wish of the Concubine and Her Daughter in the Cold Palace 4

Chang'an saw that the space around the mausoleum was distorted for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.

"Boom."

The mountain was shaking violently like an earthquake, and broken rocks were falling down. Chang'an and the others were waiting outside the tomb gate.

"The thing inside has woken up."

With such a big commotion in the mountains, the tomb keepers must have been alarmed, and they were rushing back into the mountains as fast as they could.

"Boss, did the tomb robbers use gunpowder?"

"No, gunpowder doesn't make noises like this. Stop guessing and hurry into the mountains."

Gu Laoliu held Chang'an in his arms, and Dayi stood diagonally in front of them. This way he would not block their view and they could take action immediately in case of any emergency.

"Roar!"

The roar came from the mausoleum, but perhaps because the mausoleum was too deep, the sound was a little unreal.

In less than five breaths, the huge stone door of the mausoleum was blown away with a bang, and rocks flew everywhere.

Chang'an and his men were as steady as old dogs. The rocks fell automatically when they approached them, and couldn't even touch the corners of their clothes.

A "person" who looked like dried beef, black and smelly, walked out of the mausoleum.

Changan immediately turned around and buried her face in her father's arms, "So ugly, so smelly."

Gu Laoliu chuckled and wrapped Chang'an tightly with his outer robe. This thing was indeed ugly and drier than old tree bark.

Old Tree Bark, oh no, Han Qingshi saw two adults and one child standing in front of the mausoleum, and asked coldly: "Are you the ones who ruined the feng shui of my resting place?"

Gu Laoliu ignored it. It was not worthy of talking to him. It wanted to be resurrected and live forever after dying. It was going against the will of heaven and would be destroyed.

Dayi attacked Han Qingshi with his sleeves flying, catching him off guard. To be able to become a Zong, he had some strength. It took him three moves to fall to the ground.

Just when Gu Laoliu was about to throw a small ball of fire to turn him into ashes, the tomb keeper came up from the foot of the mountain.

"Who are you? Why are you destroying the imperial mausoleum?"

Although they asked the question, they didn't seem to intend to get an answer. They determined that Gu Laoliu and Dayi were tomb robbers, and a group of seven people attacked Gu Laoliu and Dayi together.

They thought that there were secrets in the tomb that could not be known by anyone. Seeing that the tomb door had been opened, these two people might have known about it, so they had no choice but to kill them to silence them.

Gu Laoliu threw the small ball of fire in his hand at Han Qingshi. He didn't even make a sound and disappeared between heaven and earth without even a trace of ashes.

Dayi waved his wide sleeves lightly, and the seven people flew three meters away. "Puff puff puff!" The seven people's internal organs were displaced, and blood spurted towards me like tap water.

"Xiao Hei, go collect the treasures," Chang'an threw Xiao Hei into the mausoleum, and after it collected the burial objects inside, it destroyed the tomb.

This place is related to the fate of all the members of the Han clan. Destroying this place is equivalent to cutting off their livelihood.

It's not their style to kill them one by one, it's too troublesome, it's more convenient and quicker to kill them with one move.

They were too greedy. If they hadn't used evil magic to force the binding, even if they destroyed the mausoleum, they wouldn't have been able to hurt the Han clan. Who made them greedy? They all wanted to have great luck.

Their so-called luck was gained by burning the lives of their clansmen. They are courting death.

Xiao Hei came out in half a cup of tea. Gu Laoliu drew talismans in the air with his slender and perfect fingers. The golden talisman sank into the tomb and flattened half of the mountain in the blink of an eye.

Han Qingshi's tomb also disappeared in an instant. The seven seriously injured gravekeepers widened their eyes at the sight, and were so excited that they vomited blood even more happily.

Before Chang'an and the others left, Dayi directly sent the seven people to see the King of Hell, and the seven gravekeepers died with their eyes open.

The Han clan members who were far away in Shangjing City all aged at an extremely fast rate the moment the tomb disappeared, and then died and turned into dry bones, even the young children.

On this day, screams of terror and panic were heard one after another in Shangjing City, and even the sky was shrouded in dark clouds.

Those who visited the house where the accident happened had nightmares that night and were left with psychological trauma.

There was no one alive in the Han royal family, and even if the ministers in the court wanted to find an heir, they couldn't find one. For a time, everyone was in a panic, and everyone had their own plans.

A minister who does not want to be emperor is not a good minister. Just as a civil war over imperial power was about to break out, a dark horse suddenly emerged.

Gu Laoliu, Chang'an and Dayi sat on the roof of the imperial palace's council hall, looking at a group of people riding horses towards them in the distance.

“Nangong Heng, the fifth-generation grandson of the former regent, has been living in seclusion in a cold and bitter land, and has never given up the idea of ​​restoring the country.

When Nangong Heng was fifteen years old, he entered the army under the pseudonym Nanheng. He spent ten years controlling half of the military power of Yuanxia. Even if Han Fantong had not died yesterday, Nangong Heng would have raised an army in the next two days."

Nangong Heng was fully prepared. He led his soldiers from outside the city straight to the palace. Those ministers in the court who had ideas in mind were glad that they had not started to act yet, otherwise they would definitely be cut like radishes by Nangong Heng.

Gu Laoliu and the others did not hide, so of course Nangong Heng could not see Gu Laoliu, but he could see the beautiful woman in red and the cute little cub sitting on the roof from afar.

He knew her, Gu Xingyue, the eldest daughter of General Gu's mansion. Originally, considering that General Gu had once helped him, he planned to go to the cold palace to rescue Gu Xingyue, but he did not expect that the intelligence said that she was dead.

He also sent people to look for the bodies of the mother and daughter, but found nothing. It turned out that they were not dead.

Nangong Heng heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at Daiichi Yaoyao before looking away.

The deputy general beside him was a little surprised, "General, isn't that Miss Gu?"

"Well, don't worry about it, just mind our own business," the cold voice gave people a sense of peace of mind. The young general in silver armor was like an unshakable mountain.

Chang'an felt that he might only be suitable to be a general fighting on the battlefield, but might not be suitable to be an emperor. She did not see the destiny of an emperor in him.

Her intuition was right. Half a quarter of an hour later, another group of people came on horseback. The leader was Nangong Heng's brother Nangong Yun. This man had great luck and looked like a natural emperor.

The Nangong family has one civil and one military, one guarding the border and the other governing the world, which complements each other.

Dayi and Changan had no intention of avoiding it and continued to sit on the roof and eat melons. Nangong Yun was a little surprised to see them.

He only heard Nangong Heng mention Miss Gu when she mentioned General Gu, but he had never seen her real face.

"They are...?"

Nangong Heng said coldly: "Gu Xingyue and her daughter are just watching the fun, go and do your business."

"Xiao Heng, I've been traveling for more than a month, please let me have a rest," the future emperor said in a coquettish manner to his younger brother.

"No," Nangong Heng remained unmoved, apparently used to it.

"You are so cruel. What will happen if my brother dies of exhaustion and you are left alone?"

"Brother, that's enough."

Seeing that his brother was about to get angry, Nangong Yun immediately put away his silly look and pretended to be a decent person again.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he heard a baby voice.

[Fuck, isn't Nangong Yun the wronged male second? ]

[Oh, Nangong Heng, don't let your love-brained brother become the emperor, otherwise it will ruin the kingdom you have worked so hard to build. This guy is simply a brainless person. ]

Nangong Yun tripped over the threshold. If Nangong Heng hadn't held him back, he would have fallen flat on his face.