When Fu Xiaoguan picked up the paper and took a look at it, even his hands were shaking!
"The world is a big dream,
Life has its own new coolness.
The wind and leaves are rustling in the corridor at night.
Look at the eyebrows and temples.
When wine is cheap, there are often few guests; when the moon is bright, it is often blocked by clouds.
Who will share my lonely light with me tonight?
Holding the cup, I gazed sadly to the north.
This is the poem “Xijiangyue, A Big Dream” which he wrote at the Wuchao Literary Meeting last year!!!
But now, it appeared in a letter in the forty-ninth year of Taihe!
It has been more than thirteen years since then!
“Hello, my son!
When you see this poem, are you surprised or surprised?
I hesitated for a long time before leaving this letter, because I don't like you. You will die and then come back to life, and you will no longer be my son.
Mother dare not love you!
But after a long talk with your grandfather all night, or perhaps after being enlightened by the Buddhist scriptures, mother suddenly realized that no matter what, since you occupy my son's body, you are my son.
It’s a pity that I couldn’t grow up with you, couldn’t see you die and be replaced by a new soul, even though I knew that this new soul was very powerful and amazing.
But there is a hurdle in my heart that I can't overcome - you are a devil!
If you hadn't come, how could my son leave?
If I don't leave, I'm afraid I'll kill you with my own hands!
Maybe one day in the future my mother will get over this hurdle, but by then... I don’t know when that will be.
Mother left, waving her sleeves and leaving without a single cloud.
You came quietly, but mother could not sing for you. Mother quietly played the farewell flute and said to my son: Goodbye!
In fact, my mother really wants to know where Cambridge is.
On the night of the third day of the twelfth month of the forty-ninth year of Taihe, Xu Yunqing.
…
So... this mother who Xu Huaishu said was mentally ill, was indeed mentally ill - she was a reborn person!
She has experienced this history!
She knew that she would come into this world, and that she would borrow the body of her son!
She also knew that the poems she had written, even the one "A Farewell to Cambridge", were probably left on her tombstone when she was in Linjiang a few days ago.
wrong!
Fu Xiaoguan was shocked when he thought about it. The poem "Farewell Cambridge" was left on the tombstone, but the reborn Xu Yunqing knew...
She is not dead!
Fu Xiaoguan stood up suddenly. Since she was reborn, she should know the direction of all history. Even if she died early in her previous life, she would certainly avoid the misfortunes of her previous life if she experienced it again in this life.
Xu Huaishu said that she didn't like Emperor Wen and even deliberately avoided him... Could it be that Xu Yunqing married Emperor Wen in her previous life, but her future was not bright?
Then in the previous life of this body, he was their son, but Xu Yunqing knew everything about him, which meant that he had also been to this world, but this world did not leave any trace of his visit - only Xu Yunqing knew those traces of his presence!
So...Xu Yunqing experienced a parallel time and space?
Then the poem "A Farewell to Cambridge" that she saw was not on the tombstone, because this does not explain one problem:
She was reborn with her memories, so she knew the treasure under the Confucius Temple, so the fat man had the opportunity to get the golden mountain, and the poem "A Farewell to Cambridge" was engraved under the golden mountain, so she knew about this poem before the fat man got the golden mountain.
I also once lived in that parallel time and space, and left behind the poem "A Farewell to Cambridge" early on.
But I have no impression of it.
Then she was reborn in this period of history, which was extremely similar to that parallel time and space, and she traveled to this world again, still borrowing the body of Xu Yunqing's son.
Is this a coincidence?
Or is it fate?
If Xu Yunqing hadn't died, why didn't she issue an early warning of the avalanche in the Great Snow Mountain?
Or maybe... she was looking forward to the avalanche, which would destroy herself, the demon that occupied her son's soul, and also destroy Emperor Wen, whom she disliked.
Now comes the question:
Is Xu Yunqing dead or not?
If she hadn't died, where would she have gone?
That grave located by the river...could it be empty?
Fu Xiaoguan suddenly wanted to run back to Linjiang to dig up the grave and take a look. By the way, the fat man must know whether Xu Yunqing is dead or alive!
But for so many years, he has never revealed a word, this fat man!
Just as Fu Xiaoguan's mind was in a mess, like seeing flowers in the fog, and he was lost in thought, three people were sitting on the ground in front of Xu Yunqing's tomb on the back mountain of Xishui Lane, which was far away near the river.
They are Ji Yungui, Huqin and Su Yangyang, the seventh junior fellow from the Taoist academy.
A deadly lantern lights up in front of this tomb.
Ji Yungui carefully looked at the poem engraved on the back of the tombstone. He looked at it for a long time before he slowly said, "History... has indeed changed!"
Huqin took a sip of wine and tightened her clothes. "The tomb is empty. She is not dead!"
Su Yangyang dusted herself off. "What are you talking about? What history has changed?"
No one answered him. He curled his lips and muttered, "Just because a tomb is empty doesn't mean no one was buried there. There's no mechanism in this tomb at all, but the soil shows signs of having been excavated. Judging by how dry the soil is, it must have been there only a year or two."
Ji Yungui frowned suddenly, "What did you say?"
"I said, someone had already dug up this tomb about a year or two ago."
"A year or two ago... the avalanche occurred on the ninth day of the fourth month of last year, exactly one year and nine months ago... Are you sure this tomb was excavated a year or two ago?"
Su Yangyang squinted at Ji Yungui and said with great disdain, "Even my master wouldn't doubt my ability!"
"Let's go."
"Where are you going?"
"Go to Wu Dynasty."
Su Diandian was stunned. "Grave digging? Don't ask me for such unskilled work."
"It's not an ordinary tomb, it's... the Emperor's Mausoleum!"
“…That’ll cost extra.”
"You name a price."
"Ten thousand taels of silver!"
"Deal, let's go!"
…
…
The three of them left, but the infuriating lantern remained where it was.
After half an incense stick of time, Cai Xi, the old shopkeeper of Yu Fu Ji, came down from the top of the mountain. He looked at the grave that had been dug up again with his cloudy eyes and shook his head. He stretched out his withered hands and slowly smeared the scattered soil:
"Hey...Miss, you said the young master would come and dig up this grave. He did come, but he didn't dig it up. Instead, two groups of people came to dig up the grave. They already suspect you. You must hide well to avoid being found by them!"
The scarlet light of the Qisifeng Lantern reflected on Cai Xi's face full of wrinkles. If someone saw it at this moment, they would probably be scared to death.
However, he built the grave neatly again as if nothing had happened, then took out a bottle of Xishan Tianchun from his waist, sat alone in front of the grave, and drank it in solitude.
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