Author: Hakuro Egami.
Status: Completed.
Jiang Yuanhua was a golden and noble little prince before his death, and after his death, he slept in the tomb for a thousand years, and got up to become the strongest red clothes in the ghost world.
Xiao Hongyi, who had just woken up, poked his head out of the tomb in a daze, and saw the handsome man crying silently in front of his grave.
Yo, isn't this my scumbag ex-husband who is a genius of metaphysics! I haven't seen you for a thousand years, so it's pulled?
Anger arises from the heart, and evil is born on the side of the gall. Jiang Yuanhua looked at this handsome face that had turned into ashes and he knew it, and the nameless fire in his heart rose.
Cry cry cry, I'll make you cry! The little red clothes pounced on the people with their teeth and claws.
Scratch your face and see how you bewitch me!!
After a while, two little tiger teeth pierced into the **, and the little red clothes hugged the man's neck and drank dizzily.
Oh, this smell, it's really ghostly
A certain green tea celestial master full of routines hooked his lips and smiled, "Is it delicious?" ”
Huahua comes home with me, and I give Huahua a drink every day. ”
After thinking for a moment with his chaotic brain, the little red clothes on top decisively abandoned his brain and indulged in the delicious fishy sweetness.
Raise it, raise it, Xiao Hongyi said in his heart, the blood bag must also be raised to look good!
Huahua: Weak, helpless, and able to eat. jpg
Not far away, the ghosts who were beaten with blue noses and swollen faces were almost gone, hugging each other and trembling. After witnessing all this, a huge cry of sorrow erupted, "What are you pretending, it wasn't like this when you beat us with your fists!" ”
In the dim and small space, the shimmering gold dust floats, and the invisible air currents blow the gold dust, causing it to stick to the "ceiling" above.
The ** of the air flow is a young man lying flat.
If there is a person in the world who is favored by heaven and earth, then this person's appearance must be the appearance of a young man. Romantic and glamorous, male and female, the thin lips of cherry pink are tempting to taste.
He didn't seem to be sleeping well, his beautiful brow furrowed slightly, and his eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.
After half a ring, he opened his eyes, a flash of red light flashed in his eyes, and the waves returned to calm after flowing, and his empty unconscious eyes gradually regained their brilliance.
The starry eyes gradually became confused.
I am. At**?
The glimmer of gold dust was not enough to illuminate this small space, but Jiang Yuanhua could clearly see the pattern of the dragon and phoenix carved above his head.
It's just that the "roof" is quite close.
Turning his head cautiously and looking around, no matter how luxuriously carved and painted the small boxy space is, it can't get rid of the fact that it is a coffin.
Jiang Yuanhua didn't know how long he had been lying in the coffin, so he tentatively pushed the coffin lid above with his hand, not wanting to push it away easily.
Sit up and look around.
The lantern in the tomb is still on, exuding a sweet fragrance. The surroundings were the same as the day he was in the coffin, and it looked as if he had just woken up not long after he was sealed in the coffin.
If only there wasn't a thick layer of dust on those delicate and ornate funerary goods.
Standing up with the coffin, something fell from the body into the coffin and made a crunching sound.
Jiang Yuanhua looked down, scooped it up, and said with a smile: "Yo, it's you." Okay, Zhenguo Baoyu followed me to lie in the coffin and slept a lot, I wronged you. ”
The jade was born with a spherical shape, with a smooth and flat surface, and a little red light leaked out from the inside out, showing a sense of smoke on the surface.
Jiang Yuanhua casually pulled a streamer from the furnishings on the side and tied it, and hung the jade around his waist. Then he walked around the tomb, and there was a lot of gold, silver, and jewelry, but there was not a single exit in sight.
Fortunately, when the royal tomb was built, I didn't agree to be sent in by others, otherwise after so many years of fermentation, I don't know what the taste would become.
I won't starve to death here," Jiang Yuanhua muttered as he looked at the coffin covered with soft brocade with a bitter face, "Then I might as well lie back in the coffin while I still have the strength and cover myself." ”
There must have been a door when the tomb was built, but after the tomb was sealed, it became a completely confined space. Jiang Yuanhua found traces of the door, but unfortunately it had long been sealed with molten iron copper bricks, and the thin cracks in the door were only afraid that they would have to be dug for decades with the hardest tools.
Jiang Yuanhua touched the crack in the door and sighed: "I can't get out again, why should I wake up." ”
Hey! As he was muttering to himself, his feet suddenly loosened. Jiang Yuanhua looked at the half of his palm passing through the wall with some horror, and his already round eyes widened, "It turns out that I'm not a human now, am I a ghost?" ”
Take a step forward and easily pass through the wall.
I just said, I remember I should be dead! ”
Regarding the fact that he has died, Jiang Yuanhua accepts it well.
At least you can't starve to death if you become a ghost!
I don't know if anyone outside will see me, and it would be too obvious if I just got out of the tomb. ”
After knowing that he was a ghost, Jiang Yuanhua tried it and found that he could actually float up, and he flew to the entrance of the tomb.
tentatively stretched out his head to take a look, but saw a woman standing in front of him dozens of meters away who was too cool, holding a boxy "brick" at him, and a white light flashed in the next second.
Jiang Yuanhua was shocked, couldn't it be that the old Taoist sent someone to guard him, and that brick was a magic weapon for soul dementoring?
Just as he was about to run away, he saw a fat man walking here with a loud shout.
Hey, what are you doing! Don't know how to turn off the flash when taking pictures? These are thousand-year-old relics! What to do if something goes wrong! ”
The strangely dressed woman put down the brick and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I forgot, I'll turn off the flash." ”
Although he couldn't understand what they were saying, Jiang Yuanhua could feel that the brick was not a soul dementoring artifact, and those people didn't seem to be able to see him.
Floating in front of the two people, he found that there was a layer of transparent glass between the people outside and himself. The transparency of the glass far exceeded his private collection back then, but it was just casually placed outside.
Floating through the glass, I floated to the woman's side and looked down, and the boxy thing was not bricks at all, it emitted colorful light, and some small words flew through it.
Jiang Yuanhua watched quietly for a while, and then heard the fat man just now greeting loudly, so he turned around and floated there.
After he left, Tang Shaoshao, who was chatting for a day, shuddered and looked up suspiciously, "The air conditioner in this hall is turned on too low, it's cold." ”
Shaoshao, the tour guide over there has begun to explain, let's go over quickly," the girlfriend who came back from going to the toilet pulled Tang Shaoshao and ran to the tour guide, "Hey, why are your arms so cold." ”
Tang Shaoshao said casually: "Maybe the air conditioner in the hall is too low and frozen." ”
Come on, come on, everybody go here. Now we are going to the most famous scenic spot in our Jiangcheng, King Chen's Mausoleum. It's okay for everyone to take a group photo through the glass. ”
The fat man in Little Red Riding Hood and red vest struggled to raise his hand, waving the small red flag in his hand, and holding a horn in his other hand and shouting at his mouth.
King Chen's Mausoleum? Jiang Yuanhua frowned, looked at the mausoleum that was locked in huge glass, and said in his heart that he was visiting my tomb?
Jiang guide, which dynasty and which generation of the prince is buried in this tomb of King Chen? Someone in the crowd shouted.
Jiang Fatzi patted the horn and said with a smile: "This traveler asked the point." As we all know, there is a very mysterious dynasty in the history of our country - the Southern Dynasty. There was only one emperor in this Southern Dynasty, that is, Emperor Nan'an. ”
On one day of his reign, Long'an, the capital of the Southern Dynasty, was reduced to ashes overnight. All the buildings and fertile fields have turned into black and gray smoke, and the people in Long'an City, from the emperor's relatives to the ordinary people, are alive and dead, and there are no corpses. Even the imperial mausoleum of the Southern Dynasty royal family was built by Emperor Yan Wen, the founding emperor of the Yan Dynasty, and it was built on the old site of Long'an. ”
A tourist who knows this history also added: "Yes, if it weren't for the Southern Emperor's Mausoleum built by Emperor Yan Wen and the history books compiled by him, who would have believed that such a bizarre dynasty existed in history." Even so, it is often said that the Southern Dynasty was just made up by Emperor Wen of Yan. ”
The version I heard said that in fact, the capital of the Southern Dynasty was slaughtered by Emperor Wen of Yan, and Emperor Wen of Yan made up such an outrageous explanation in order to cover up his crimes. ”
Seeing that the topic of tourists was getting more and more biased, Jiang Fatzi held a loudspeaker.
coughed vigorously twice, "Okay, all the tourists, what we are visiting today is not the Southern Emperor's Mausoleum, let's return our attention to our protagonist today - the Mausoleum of King Chen." ”
Jiang Fatzi waved his hand, pointed to the majestic hall outside the glass, and said: "This King Chen is the tomb of Jiang Yuanhua, the younger brother of Emperor Nan'an. In the sixteenth year of the founding of the Southern Dynasty, that is, in the sixteenth year of Shenghe, the younger brother of Emperor Nan'an died violently, and after his death, he was posthumously named King Chen, and built a mausoleum in Jiangcheng. That is, the mausoleum in front of us. Even the name Jiangcheng was changed because of King Chen. At the same time, in the year after King Chen's death, Long'an City was reduced to ashes. ”
Into. Ashes?!
Jiang Yuanhua couldn't hear a word behind the fat man, and the huge grief in his heart almost overwhelmed him.
He tugged at his heart in pain and curled up in the air, a tear running down his cheek.
It turns out that being a ghost will also hurt your heart?
Oops. In order to better introduce the tourists, Jiang Fatzi walked backwards, and bumped into people without paying attention.
I'm sorry, handsome guy, I just wanted to introduce it to you, and I didn't care about the road under my feet, are you okay? ”
Jiang Fatzi took a look, and the person who was hit was a real handsome guy, a bit like what the little girls on the Internet said about the abstinence of the male god, with red phoenix eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips and tight purses, and peerless.
It's just that his brain is not very bright, and he didn't make any movement when he was hit, just standing there staring at the tomb of King Chen in a daze. Jiang Fatzi took a closer look, and there were crystal tears sliding down the corners of his eyes, down his thin cheeks, and between the collars.
Don't be a fool, Jiang Fatzi smashed his mouth and stayed away from him.
Vaguely, Jiang Yuanhua sensed a hint of familiarity, he wiped away the sadness in his heart, raised his eyes, and only saw a face that he couldn't forget when he turned into ashes.
As a little tear fell to the ground on the man's face, the sadness in Jiang Yuanhua's heart turned into a nameless fire, and he jumped three feet high.
Cry, cry, cry! You still have the face to cry on my grave! ”
The robe on Jiang Yuanhua's body was windless, and the red clothes fluttered in the air, like a burning flame. The whole ghost wants to pounce on it with its teeth and claws, eager to skin and cramp people.
Just when the ten white fingers touched the corner of the man's clothes, his consciousness suddenly dissipated, and Jiang Yuanhua's mind went blank, and he fainted.
Before fainting, Jiang Yuanhua's mind was full of one thought.
Damn Rong Hechen, I'm going to chop you up and feed it to the dogs!