Zhou Mohuai saw Wen Wenlan holding the key and walking towards him step by step. He held his breath and stared at the key in Wen Wenlan's hand without blinking, unable to hear anything she said.

However, Wen Wenlan stopped in front of him and suddenly bent down. Zhou Mohuai narrowed his eyes and stared at Wen Wenlan's head. His right hand was raised high and he was about to slash down. However, Zhou Mohuai struggled two or three times, and finally shook his hand angrily and put his right hand behind him.

At the same time, Wen Wenlan also stood up.

"The chain is opened, you go up and rest first, I will come later." As he said that, Wen Wenlan looked sideways at the stairs leading upstairs.

Zhou Mohuai looked at Wen Wenlan deeply, and without saying a word, he walked over decisively. The constraints on his ankles were gone, and he could not hear the sound of iron chains colliding while walking. Otherwise, he would run away now.

Before turning up the stairs, Zhou Mohuai glanced at Wen Wenlan and happened to see her put the key in her hand on the table.

Just sneak down to change the key at night and then find a chance to escape.

Zhou Mohuai nodded and immediately decided to do so. Unexpectedly, Wen Wenlan hugged him tightly all night and had no way to slip down and change the key. By the next morning, Wen Wenlan left, Zhou Mohuai had no chance to touch the key.

When Wen Wenlan arrived at the Soul Palace, the Soul Palace was about to have a funeral. The funeral team lined up in a long line, and it was impossible to see at a glance. After a little glance, I almost thought that the team was directly connected to the imperial tomb.

Wu Qi naturally came early and followed the funeral attendant out of the palace gate. After walking for a long time, he met Zuo Heng at the city gate.

"Why are you here now?" It was obviously such an important thing, but Zuo Heng was late. Wu Qi looked at Zuo Heng with a grudge and ignored him.

Zuo Heng didn't talk to Wu Qi anymore. He kept staring at the big dark coffin all the way, and almost rushed up to lift the coffin board.

He arrived at the imperial tomb smoothly and watched the coffin enter the tomb with his own eyes. Wu Qi completely relaxed. He felt that he was light and the palace maids in mourning clothes kept passing by him. It looked very unreal, as if they were dreaming. After a while, he woke up and Zhou Mohuai was back.

"Do you want to go to a place?" Zuo Heng suddenly spoke and pulled Wu Qi out of the world that seemed illusory and real.

"ah?"

Zuo Heng took Wu Qi and sneaked into the tomb room. Wu Qi walked in front of Zuo Heng cursed and pushed open the last stone door with great effort.

"You dare to enter the imperial tomb, you are so brave. Could it be that you have been looking for this road all night? I didn't expect you to have the ability to rob tombs."

"Aren't you coming in?" Zuo Heng walked behind Wu Qi with his hands behind his back, and walked through the last stone door into the main tomb. Even Zuo Heng, who was born in the royal family, couldn't help but exclaim, "I didn't expect that the imperial tomb of the Southern Dynasty could be built so luxuriously. If this was a fake tomb, it wouldn't matter to me."

The tomb chamber was filled with jade and gold, countless jewelry, porcelain, silk, satin and stones, and night pearls the size of babies' fists were inlaid on the walls, as bright as day.

"Ah?" Wu Qi, who was lying on the coffin half, turned around, "It's true, this is the coffin that just came in."

Zuo Heng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know who was more courageous.

"Why are you lying on the coffin? Be careful of the organs. I heard that the emperor's tombs are not simple. Don't touch anything to trap us here." Zuo Heng said and came over, "Breaking into the imperial tomb is a serious crime to kill the nine clans."

"Didn't you just take me in just to test the authenticity?" Wu Qi began to circle around the coffin bed, thinking of a way to open the coffin and take a look, "You prince-consort is not afraid, what am I afraid of?"

Zuo Heng would do this, which shows that he is confident that they will not be discovered by Wen Wenlan. Another thing is that most of the people here are Zhou Mohuai.

Thinking of this, Wu Qi became more and more excited, and his steps were getting lighter and faster.

"I'm just curious about what Wen Wenlan's tomb looks like, and I didn't say anything else." Zuo Heng stopped moving at the station, "I am the prince consort. Wen Wenlan will not move for her sister's sake. It's hard for you to say that the Nine clans are just giving Wen Wenlan the excuse to attack Nanzhao."

Wu Qi couldn't help but say "tsk" and said, "Why is this man so crazy when he is also marrying a princess?"

Whose princess is not the pearl in her hand, she is very precious!

He waved his messy thoughts and scratched his head to open the store. It was unrealistic to go out and get it. If it was discovered, it would be bad. He grabbed his hair irritably, and saw Zuo Heng changed his crowbar in his hand.

"Everyone said you came prepared and were stubborn." Wu Qi smiled and stepped forward to pat Zuo Heng on the shoulder, took the crowbar and started prying nails.

There was only one crowbar. Zuo Heng turned around with Wu Qi, holding his arms and looking at Wu Qi. Wu Qi didn't feel tired. After about half an hour, the nails were pried out. Wu Qi pushed the lid of the coffin. It was loose and could be pushed away.

"Come here and get the help, that's fine." Wu Qi shouted, and Zuo Heng stepped forward.

The two of them pushed the lid of the coffin together, Wu Qi took a deep breath, looked out and saw that there was indeed a human-shaped object lying inside, with a piece of yellow paper covering the surface.

"Mo Huai!" Wu Qi exclaimed, and his limbs suddenly became cold, "It's really Mo Huai, not fake."

After prying his brother's coffin, Wu Qi almost cried, and almost hit the wall with his head.

Compared to Wu Qi's excitement, Zuo Heng was very calm. He walked around the coffin and carefully looked at the "people" lying in the coffin. The top and bottom were filled with gold, silver and jewelry. The shroud was gorgeous and the hands and feet were shaped with obvious shapes. Judging from his figure, it was indeed very similar to Zhou Mohuai. Zuo Heng narrowed his eyes and fixed his eyes on the yellow paper covering his face.

He stretched out his hand and revealed a stone-carved face.

Immediately afterwards, Zuo Heng reached out and pressed the place covered by the clothes, which were all hard. He lifted up the sleeves in the coffin, and a stone hand was exposed below.

"Don't be sad, this is fake." Zuo Heng kicked Wu Qi who was squatting at his feet.

"Ah?" Wu Qi, who was unknown, stood up and saw the lifelike face in the coffin, almost screaming, "It looks so much like it."

"This is a stone man," Zuo Heng put the yellow paper back on the stone's face. If the stone man jumped up, he couldn't beat it. "Either we entered the fake tomb chamber of the tomb robbers, or Zhou Mohuai was not dead."

"Really, he's still a stone man." Wu Qi touched the stone man, and there were hardness everywhere. He became more and more excited as he touched. Finally, he punched him, which made him cry, "Mo Huai must be alive, sure!"

Zuo Heng nodded slightly, and he also felt that Zhou Mohuai was still alive. Although Wen Wenlan's appearance could indeed be described as grief, the speed of mourning was really too fast.

"Don't make this happen in advance. Let's go back first and wait and see what's going on." Zuo Heng didn't know the purpose of Wen Wenlan doing this, but his intuition told him that it had something to do with Dongyue.

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Zuo Heng is a little clever ~

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