Chapter 388 Tomb Passage
After three moves, Buyan knelt on one knee on the ground, gasping for breath. Dozens of knife wounds on his body were bleeding, and the blood fell to the ground, making a dripping sound.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Shan Ji who was unharmed.
He knew that Shan Ji didn't kill him because he was Yun Chen's friend, otherwise he would have been dead by now.
He is no match for Shan Ji at all.
Nan Lijun also knew that something was wrong. If Bu Yan died, she would be the next one.
But there were only two graves and a thatched hut on Xiangxiao Cliff, leaving no place to hide.
Seeing Nan Lijun's panic, Bu Yan swallowed the blood in his throat and comforted her:
"Your Majesty, rest assured. I will protect you until my death..."
Shan Ji looked at Bu Yan coldly. He did not laugh at his presumptuous words. Instead, he felt some admiration for him and said regretfully:
"Don't say anything, right? Good man, but unfortunately you followed the wrong person."
After saying that, Shan Ji swung his sword again, this time, he aimed at Buyan's throat.
Buyan did not fight back, but ran towards the cliff with all his might. At the moment when Shan Ji was about to kill him, he blocked the knife with his chest, then hugged Shan Ji tightly and fell off the cliff together.
The two of them disappeared over the cliff in an instant, and Nan Lijun screamed in horror, "Bu Yan!"
Seeing that there was no movement at the cliff for a long time, Nan Lijun's expression gradually calmed down and he walked towards the cliff with an expressionless face.
She was about to stretch her head to look, but she saw a bloody figure jumping onto the cliff. Shan Ji had a little scratch on his face. He wiped his face and smiled evilly at her:
"Why, are you so anxious to confirm whether we are dead or not?"
Obviously, Bu Yan's "mutual destruction" tactic was unable to defeat Shan Ji.
Nan Lijun was no longer panicked. She knew that the man in front of her would not be moved by any tricks. No matter if she pretended to be pitiful or used the imperial power to pressure him, he would not care.
Thinking of this, Nan Lijun stood up straight, closed his eyes and said:
"Go ahead."
Feeling Shan Ji's blade rushing towards him but stopping abruptly, Nan Lijun opened his eyes and saw Buyan, covered in blood, climbing up the cliff again and appearing silently behind Shan Ji. The sword in his hand had already pierced Shan Ji's abdomen deeply.
Shan Ji looked down at the blade that had pierced his abdomen, cursed, and then pulled out the knife without frowning. He said unhappily to Bu Yan, who was almost unable to stand:
"My clothes are very expensive."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shan Ji became completely furious and rushed forward to kill.
Bu Yan immediately pulled Nan Lijun up and ran towards the periphery, thinking that even if he fell into the hands of the enemy, it would be better than falling into the hands of Shan Ji! At least it could let Nan Lijun live a few more days!
Buyan used all his strength to run forward, but suddenly his feet sank, and then he and Nan Lijun both fell down into endless darkness.
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When Buyan and Nanlijun woke up, they were surrounded by rocks and dirt.
It was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you. There was no light and no temperature.
The air smelled of cold earth.
Bu Yan endured the wounds all over his body and looked at Nan Lijun first.
Seeing that she only had some scratches from falling into the pit, he felt relieved and quickly took out Huo Bang's healing medicine from his body and swallowed it, temporarily stopping the bleeding.
"I guess the soil became soft and collapsed after the snow melted." Buyan said.
Recalling the scene before falling into the pit, he guessed that he had fallen into the tomb passage.
Jiang Ming's grave was dug by him and Yun Chen themselves. Due to time constraints, the pit was only big enough to fit a coffin.
Next to it is the tomb of the late Queen Mother, which is said to have been built when the Queen Mother passed away. Although it is very simple and does not have the regulations of an imperial mausoleum, it does have a main burial chamber, a burial mausoleum and a tomb passage.
Judging from the distance, he and Nan Lijun should have fallen into the collapsed main tomb passage.
The murderous intent brought by Shan Ji was temporarily avoided, but there was no guarantee that he would want to see the person alive or dead, and he might dig up the soil later.
After all, that guy dared to kill even the emperor of a country for Yun Chen. There was nothing he couldn't do.
Bu Yan thought it would be better to leave here quickly, so he took out the flint and tinder from his waist, but he didn't expect that the tinder was soaked in blood and couldn't light it no matter what he did.
At this time, Nan Lijun spoke:
"There's a torch on the wall. Try to see if you can light it."
Bu Yan followed the wall and actually felt two rows of torches.
He lit it with a flint, and the light came on, clearly illuminating the surrounding outlines. Sure enough, he had fallen into the main tomb passage.
Bu Yan couldn't help but sigh:
"Perhaps the late Empress couldn't bear to see Your Majesty in danger, so she collapsed the tomb passage in heaven to save you..."
Nan Lijun did not respond to Bu Yan's romantic remarks which were full of the flavor of legendary stories, but sneered instead.
She stood up, brushed the dirt off her body, and began to walk along the tomb passage towards the main tomb chamber.
Bu Yan was worried that there was a mechanism in the tomb to prevent tomb robbers, so he hurried to stop them. However, Nan Lijun said:
"There's nothing here. I've been here before, and I know."
Buyan had no choice but to follow Nanlijun forward, but he still did not dare to let his guard down. He always walked in front and lit the torch first.
Walking into the main tomb chamber, a huge sarcophagus appears before your eyes.
The stone coffin is placed on a lotus platform, and is engraved with patterns with simple style but beautiful lines all around, which looks quite like the style of the Sima family of the previous dynasty.
Seeing this, Buyan hurriedly wanted to kowtow to the coffin, but Nanlijun waved his hand indifferently.
"No, it's empty. My mother's remains were moved to the imperial mausoleum many years ago."
Bu Yan looked up and saw that the sarcophagus had no lid and was empty inside. There was really nothing inside.
Under the gaze of surprise, Nan Lijun dragged out a package from under the lotus platform.
When it was opened, it was filled with moldy dry food, clothes that were almost torn into pieces, and a few dragonflies carved from gems. They all looked like they belonged to the palace.
Nan Lijun sat down against the coffin and picked up a jewel dragonfly.
The wings, as thin as cicada's wings, were illuminated by the firelight, and the mottled light and shadow cast on the sarcophagus was extremely beautiful.
"The last time I saw my mother, I lied to her and said I was going to take a nap, but I actually went to climb a tree. When I woke up, everyone said that my mother had left, vomiting blood and crying, and would never come back.
From then on, in that vast palace, there were only my father and I. Every day, my father was either busy with state affairs or sitting in my mother's bedroom all night long. I often heard him crying through the palace door, but when I pushed open the door, he insisted that he was not crying and that my mother would definitely return in just ten years.
Ten years, so that's how it was. I started counting the days, folding a paper dragonfly every day to give to my mother when she returned. One a day, three hundred and sixty-five a year, three thousand six hundred and fifty-two in ten years... I folded every day, not daring to miss a single day. I didn't want to miss the day my mother returned...
Later, I overheard Xiao Ze telling my father that my mother was at the Fragrant Cliff in Canghai City. I missed her so much that I couldn't sleep all night, and even thought about her in my dreams. So I packed my bags, secretly ran out of the palace, and ran to the Fragrant Cliff.
Jiang Ming was guarding the tomb. He opened the passage, lit a torch, and allowed me in. I ran in, calling out "Mother" with great joy, only to find an empty coffin.
I cried and asked Jiang Ming where my mother had gone. Jiang Ming said that I would know when I grew up. When I turned sixteen, I would come back here and he would tell me. So I left the package here and planned to come back when I turned sixteen.
Later, before I turned sixteen, I knew that my mother would never come back..."
Nan Lijun's voice was very soft, and it echoed in the empty tomb, sounding particularly sad.
Bu Yan couldn't bear to imagine the little Nan Lijun crying bitterly in front of the coffin and calling for his mother. Just listening to it was heartbreaking.
He didn't know how to comfort her, but Nan Lijun forced a smile:
"It's all in the past. Even the deepest wounds have healed over the years. I'm fine."
Seeing that Buyan still had a sad face, she simply pretended to be indifferent, patted the sarcophagus, and said with a smile:
"It seems we have to stay here tonight."
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