Chapter 335 Female Ghost
"It's crazy! It's absolutely crazy!"
He Yan heard about this from Murong Wan the next morning and was so shocked that her whole body trembled.
"Your grandfather must have gone crazy. He forced you to agree, didn't he?"
"I'll go find him!"
He Yan said as she was about to walk out.
Murong Wan was behind her and said in a strangely calm voice:
"Mom, grandpa didn't force me. I did it on my own accord."
He Yan was so anxious that she grabbed Murong Wan's shoulders tightly, digging her nails into her clothes:
"Wan'er, do you know what you are saying?"
"Do you know that the Hu people are capricious and kill people like crazy?"
"Wan'er, since you were little, I have always given you the best things, the best clothes and the best jewelry. I even hired the best tutors in Chang'an to teach you music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. I hoped you would marry the best man in Chang'an... but you..."
He Yan was disappointed with the result:
"Why would you want to be involved with the Hu people?"
Murong Wan looked directly into her mother's eyes:
"Yes, mother has always tried her best to give me the best, but what I got was not the best of Dayu. The best jewelry and the best masters are all in the palace."
"I am smarter than all the princesses. I am better at music, chess, calligraphy and painting than all the royal heirs. But I can only bow my head in front of them and avoid the limelight everywhere."
Many small things in life will inexplicably leave a deep impression on our minds.
Murong Wan clearly remembered that when she first went to Lihe Hall to study with the other clan members, she had an argument with Princess Ning'an.
It's easy for children to argue with each other, and some quarrels are normal.
Murong Wan came back and told He Yan, and He Yan asked Murong Wan to take her favorite jewelry to apologize to Princess Ning'an.
Murong Wan no longer remembers what pattern the jewelry was made of, but she remembers how she felt when she bowed her head in front of Ning An and gave him something she loved.
The feeling of being forced to do things against one's will and being oppressed by imperial power.
"Wan'er, you..." He Yan was stunned when she heard her daughter say this.
Murong Wan continued:
"Chang'an is no longer the capital of Dayu. The military power is held by the Hu people, and the people living in the palace are also Hu people. Our lives and deaths are in the hands of the Hu people. Who can we rely on?"
"Do you rely on our father who has already escaped? Do you rely on our useless brother? Or do you only rely on our grandfather?"
"Why can't I fight for it myself? The man I want to marry is not a Hu person, but Helian Borji, the only son of Helian Shuchi and the future emperor of Chang'an."
Murong Wan said all this in one breath, facing her ambition so frankly for the first time.
His expression was a little excited, and his tone was ups and downs.
He Yan looked at her daughter with a pale face, looking at a girl who was completely different from herself back then.
He Yan understood at this moment that she was blinded by love when she was young, but her daughter didn't care who she married, she only wanted power.
He Yan froze for a long while before uttering:
"The Hu people are barbaric, they may not treat you well."
Murong Wan: "Everything depends on human effort. I will find a way to deal with it."
Outside the door, autumn leaves swirled and fell.
Chunyue, standing at the door with her head down, saw a leaf fall to her feet.
She raised her foot and stepped on the leaf, crushing it to pieces.
As she moved her feet away, she felt like the rotten leaf on the ground.
A princess is a princess, and she can decide her own marriage even at this time.
Slaves are slaves, and their marriages and funerals all depend on the words of their masters.
…
Huh~
A gust of night wind blew, and the dead leaves on the treetops fell one after another, turning into mud in the darkness.
Night, cemetery outside Beijing.
Many ghostly black shadows were moving around.
From time to time, cold light flashed in the gaps between the black shadows.
"Hey yo hey~ Hey yo hey~"
"Hey yo hey~ Hey yo hey~"
Under the autumn moon, Old Man Qin's shadow became a walking dead branch.
"Here, here, dig a little wider and go around here..."
Old man Qin kept giving orders.
The long tunnel was divided into several sections, and construction started simultaneously in each section.
The Black Mountain soldiers dug faster, and they made more progress in one day than Old Man Qin and Murong Di did in a month.
Once they had widened all the tunnels, they could send small numbers of elite soldiers into the city, a dozen or so at a time. They would ambush the city and create chaos when an incident occurred...
But that will have to wait until they finish digging.
Now they are going to dig an important area, which will pass through the cemetery outside Beijing.
Qin Xiao and Wei Dashuan are both here. They have many relatives and friends buried here, so of course they have to come and see.
It was the middle of the night and they were both awake, but they looked energetic and in good spirits.
It seems that ever since they took the pills from the Divine Doctor Valley a few years ago, their bodies have been very strong and they haven't even had a single gray hair.
Qin Xiao and Wei Dashuan told Old Man Qin their purpose of coming, and Old Man Qin exclaimed: "Brilliant!"
"That's fine, when you come, go to their graves and say hello, and tell them we're asking for permission to pass through."
Qin Xiao: ...
Wei Dashuan: ...
"That's not what we meant."
The three continued to negotiate.
Su Zhizhi and Yuan Caiwei also came, each holding a shovel and following behind a group of black shadows to help.
Recently, people from the suburbs of Beijing have really fled, and they no longer need to set up stalls to attract people during the day.
Bai Xun asked Yuan Caiwei to train her arm strength and endurance. Yuan Caiwei thought that digging tunnels at night was a good idea.
Su Zhizhi had never dug before and wanted to learn how it was done.
Su Zhizhi and Yuan Caiwei helped move the shoveled soil to the side. They went back and forth several times and were quite tired.
When they were tired while working, they would shout slogans, but digging tunnels required a low profile, so they shouted softly.
If someone passes by occasionally, they will see a faint shadow emerging from the soil and sinking back down in the cemetery, and hear a light "Hey~~~Yo~~~~Hey~~~~"
Su Zhizhi and Yuan Caiwei were so tired that they wiped their sweat.
During the break, Su Zhizhi looked up and saw an autumn moon hanging high in the sky, peaceful and harmonious.
She wondered what had happened to Ning An.
She asked Qin Xiao, because Tiele Khan suddenly sent troops to disrupt the situation, the people they sent to pick up Ning An failed to connect with Ning An, and the Qin family still doesn't know Ning An's whereabouts.
Yuan Caiwei also thought of Ning An at this time and sighed:
"Zhizhi, tell me, could it be that Ning An doesn't want to come back?"
When I came back, everything had changed.
Su Zhizhi was very confident: "The Qin family is still waiting for Ning An, she will definitely come back. She may also be thinking of a solution at this time."
The night is getting deeper.
Five hundred miles south of Chang'an, there was a forest, and it was getting darker and darker.
A figure was running wildly in the woods, with long hair flying like a female ghost.
"Catch her! Catch her quickly!" Several people followed closely behind.
The "female ghost" dodged and hid behind a large rock at the bottom of the slope, holding her breath and waiting for the people behind her to run away.
After those people ran away, she did not come out.
She huddled behind a rock and fell into a sleep of exhaustion.
The moon emerged from behind the clouds, illuminating half of her face.
No one nearby could recognize that this was Princess Ning'an who had married off some time ago.
This place is far away from the capital, and no one has ever seen the princess's appearance, not to mention that there is a new scar on her face.
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