Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

He had always respected the last words of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, and the epitaph that Madam Xi had carved for him was actually something like a child's play?

"Of course, it can also be understood as survival or destruction. Yes or no, in short, it is a kind of question." Her lover kindly continued to explain, "It must be Madam Xi's confusion."

Martial Lord still had a drowsy look, as if he couldn't believe it.

Her gaze shifted to the bottom of the desert, a stone door that only allowed one person to pass through.

The stone door was locked.

It was a strange lock. On the crystal template, there were a few Arabic numerals.

"What symbol is that?" The Martial Lord calmed his mind and pointed to the numbers on the lock. He then continued to ask.

"Numbers." She answered matter-of-factly, "One, two, three, four, five."

"How can one, two, three, four, five be written like this!" Martial Lord was astonished, "Could this be the language of your hometown?"

"Right." She nodded, then reached out and touched the screen.

After a long time, a feeling of metal came from his fingertips. It was familiar, yet cold.

"My beloved!" Seeing that she was acting so recklessly, Pei Ruochen couldn't help but be worried. She ran over and grabbed her arm.

When her lover turned around and saw Pei Ruochen, she only smiled. Her eyes narrowed into slits, revealing two rows of sparkling teeth, "It's fine. You don't have to worry. This is a password, it's not anything strange."

Pei Ruochen scoffed slightly, her happy appearance right now didn't seem like she was kidnapped at all.

"You recognize this lock, which means you can open it?" Martial Lord couldn't care about anything else. When he heard that his wife could open it, he was naturally excited.

She smiled back at him and replied, "Of course I can't open it. I don't know the password."

Martial Lord fainted again. He wanted to beat him up.

"Let's see if there's any hints on the side first." Seeing that the Martial Lord's expression changed, Pei Ruochen hurriedly changed the topic.

Her gaze shifted and she quickly saw a row of large, dark red words beside her.

It was unknown what kind of paint was used to write it, but the tip of the brush fluttered, and a thick dark red color flowed down.

Eight large words, full to the brim.

"Whoever enters this sect shall die together with me."

Such a threat, written by the previously unparalleled Madam Xi, had a deterring force that sent chills down one's spine.

"How did Martial Lord discover this tomb?" Pei Ruochen observed these eight words for a long time before asking calmly.

Martial Lord coldly snorted. He initially didn't want to bother with him, but after some thought, he realized that they could be considered to be on the same boat now. There was no harm in saying so.

"I've focused on cultivating for more than ten years in the tunnel, and after I came out, I searched for traces of Madame. Finally, the Heavens haven't betrayed the intentions of others, and in one of Madam Zai's courtyards, I found the map that recorded this tomb."

"Any other hints on the map?" Pei Ruochen asked again.

"No more." The Martial Lord shook his head, but his expression was unnatural. It was obvious that he was trying to conceal something.

Pei Ruochen didn't pursue the matter further and continued, "What's so special about that guest courtyard?"

"There's nothing special about it. It's just that Madam and Emperor Wu Shuang have lived there for a while …" The Martial Lord suddenly stopped and turned around to glare at Pei Ruochen. He then said in a bad mood, "Why do I have to tell you!"

"Because I want to go in too." Pei Ruochen replied indifferently.

"Why? Aren't you afraid that I'll kill your wife the moment we enter?" Martial Lord asked doubtfully.

Pei Ruochen smiled and leisurely said, "Life and death are decided by fate." I just want to find out what sort of person Lady Xi is. "

He also wanted to know what kind of person his father was.

The Martial Lord had nothing to say. There were plenty of people who were curious about Madam Xi. Furthermore, there was the legendary Supreme Diagram in the tomb. It was only natural that Pei Ruochen would be interested in it.

"Martial Lord, did He Lan Wushuang and Madam Xi live together in that courtyard?" While the two of them were talking, the empress suddenly asked.

"Living together?" Martial Lord was stunned, he said: "Yes, we lived together …"

"What was their relationship when they were living together?" the woman asked again, her expression serious.

Although Martial Lord did not want to answer such a private question, when he saw his wife's expression, he could not help but answer: When he said his last sentence, Martial Lord seemed to suddenly remember something. His tone changed drastically as he spoke bitterly.

However, her lover already understood.

"What is the date of their love affair?" She rubbed the surface of the metal mirror with her fingers as she asked indifferently.

"What love? There's no love between them at all!" He Lan Wushuang only used Madam! There was not a single good person in the Houlan Family! They are all treacherous and cunning people! " Martial Lord was still indignant and unwilling to answer.

"It's the sixteenth of winter." Pei Ruochen indifferently replied from behind, "The date of the relationship between Emperor Wu Shuang and his wife is the sixteenth of winter."

The woman turned and looked at him curiously.

Pei Ruochen spontaneously explained, "I have seen a painting of the Peerless Emperor in the inner palace's Treasure Pavilion. Although it was a simple drawing of the Plum Blossom, upon closer inspection, one could tell that the painting was composed by two people, that is to say, two people. One of them had a slim brush, and it should be a woman.

"You're saying that painting was a work of Helan Wushuang and Madame together?" Martial Lord asked.

"Yes." Pei Ruochen confidently replied, "If I am not sure based on the style of the painting, the inscription below is very obvious. It says, "Not yet the sixteenth of winter, the plum blossoms are noble and pure, and their fragrance is lonely and fragrant. Who can live and die together with me?"

"What do you mean?" Martial Lord was a military man, so he knew very little about poetry.

Those few short sentences confused him.

"The meaning of it was that Emperor Wu Shuang felt an unparalleled loneliness at his peak, and the only person who could be on his side was Madam Xi. His feelings for Madam Xi have already reached a level where he could die together with her." Pei Ruochen explained in a simple manner, "The word 'rest' is originally meant to be used in double entendre."

"It was indeed the time when Madame lived in the courtyard." Martial Lord seemed to be deep in thought as he muttered to himself.

While they were speaking, the woman had already walked up to the electronic lock and was staring at the numbers 1 and 6.

"My beloved." Sensing his wife's intentions, Pei Ruochen stopped her, "Even if you know the password, do not let your guard down. Madam Xi's curse is not empty words."

"Those who enter this sect shall die together with me." The four words still left a lingering fear in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, not only was her lover not scared, but he instead revealed a pitiful expression, "That sentence was not written for the tomb robber, but... To Helan Wushuang. "

Both the Martial Lord and Pei Ruochen were stunned.

That year, he had promised her that they would live and die together. She had always remembered that.

Even after the change of ownership, even after she married into the Liu Family and became a wife and mother, she still remembered his promise.

Whoever enters this sect shall die with me,

This was not a threat, but a provocation. It was a proud woman raising her chin, coldly looking at her former lover as she faintly said, "Do you dare?"

The desert was rugged and the door was tightly shut. There were layers of dust on it. It had waited here for more than ten years, yet it had never found the person she was looking forward to.

And Emperor Wu Shuang had long passed away.

"If you die and you want someone you love to die with you, is that love really love?" Pei Ruochen was silent for a long while before she asked in a soft voice.

He also did not know who the person he was questioning was.

"He Lan Wushuang deserves to die!" Martial Lord didn't understand. He didn't understand, so he just acted on behalf of his wife to express his injustice.

Her lover began to ponder strangely.

Then, she turned around to face Pei Ruochen and said faintly, "I won't let you die."

His tone was flat, his facial expression was flat, and even his mood was flat.

Pei Ruochen felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her heart sank as if it had been struck by a thunderbolt, causing her to feel an excruciating pain.

Martial Lord looked at the two of them for a while, then said with a vicious voice: "What are you still talking about, open the door!"

Her fingers reached out and pressed down on the four keys 1116.

When she withdrew her finger, there was a series of soft 'ka ka ka' sounds coming from the cemetery. It sounded like a long-damaged wooden door, which was creaking.

Martial Lord was overjoyed. It seemed as if he was prepared to charge in at any moment.

However, that small stone door still did not move at all.

It was getting late.

The cracking in the cemetery grew louder.

On the other side of the Gobi Desert Stone, a group of people were approaching.

The leader wore a hood, and he was tall and straight. His movements were agile and agile. Behind him were two people who were escorting a woman dressed like a village woman, who was also wearing a hood.

A gust of wind blew past the woman's hat brim, sand gushed into her eyes, the woman let out a soft cry, and the man in the lead turned to look at her.

The woman was extremely beautiful. Her gorgeous complexion carried a noble aura. She was He Lan Lu, who had just gotten married to Pei Ruochen not long ago.

As for why she was here, no one knew.

As for the man in front, when he looked back, his eyes were deep and domineering. He Lan You was shocked by his gaze, and then his heart started racing, and his face turned hot.

In the past, when he was still in the palace, he did not know that Yan Han, the new emperor of the Yan Kingdom, was actually so valiant and forceful.

This made Helian Lu, who was used to seeing elegance, uneasy and fresh.

The man who had left her at a loss was none other than Yan Han.

The group of ten including Yan Han had already approached the towering Gobi Stone from behind.

On the front of the boulder, the woman's fingers were moving away from the screen.

The cracking sounds continued.

"What happened to the prince?" Not far from the fishing sea, Yi Jian was anxiously asking Feng Jiu in front of a temporary post.

Feng Jiu still sat there, sipping his tea lightly. Seeing Yi Jian becoming anxious, Fang used his lukewarm gaze to reply, "Serves you right."

Since things had turned out this way, it was well-deserved.

"Mister Feng!" Yi Jian urged again, flustered and exasperated.

Don't ask me, go ask the prince if he really wants to live, "Feng Jiu dusted off his clothes and stood up, his elegant eyes leisurely looking in the direction of the shaft," He's not in a hurry to treat his wounds, and he's determined to go with Pei Limpu to the cemetery to join in the fun.

"The prince can't just leave the wangfei alone." Yi Jian held his breath and tried to defend his lord.

Actually, he was also very angry, but he would never question his master's right or wrong.

That is his choice and it has nothing to do with me. If he is able to walk out alive this time, then let him go to the Fallen Phoenix Manor to find me. If he cannot come back, then it will be our fate.

After Feng Jiu finished speaking, he stood up without even a speck of dust.

It was as if he had just visited a friend. Seeing that it was already late, he slowly walked home with the afterglow.

Yi Jian stared dumbfoundedly at Feng Jiu as he turned around to leave. When Mr Feng's back gradually disappeared into the vast sandstorm, he turned around and accidentally saw his prince. He didn't know when He Lan Xue had walked out from the shaft and stood weakly under the tent, her face pale from the recent blood loss, but a faint smile still hung on the corner of her lips.