Neverland
Chapter 151 Longevity Heaven
Yan Cen knew what Xu Muzhou was thinking, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go in and talk about it."
Meng Wanqing's mourning hall changed in a day. Although the original ostentation was shabby, it still had all the basic items.But in just 24 hours, there was nothing left in the house except the coffin.
The altar table and the ever-burning lanterns in the mourning hall had gone to nowhere, and the people who sang the scriptures seemed to have never appeared. Except for the two maids beside Meng Wanqing who were still kneeling in front of the coffin and burning paper, this place seemed to have been taken from inside. Go outside for a blood change.
In addition, even Meng Xueqing's coffin was nailed up.
- This is not a good sign.
Yan Cen frowned slightly, and stepped into the door.
The foreign girl whom Song Xueyao met in the dormitory earlier found him first, she was still clutching a few pieces of yellow paper, she knelt down beside an old copper basin, raised her head, and stared blankly at Yan Cen.
Yan Cen glanced around the room and asked, "Where are the other people in this room?"
The alien girl seemed to understand a certain word, and subconsciously opened her mouth to respond, but it was a pity that she probably spoke their mother tongue, which was difficult to identify.
"These days, you have to be able to speak a small language to do a task." Xu Muzhou had already moved away from several side halls in the courtyard, and as he walked in, he said casually: "It can be seen that the English level six Useless."
Seeing that Yan Cen was indifferent, the alien maid became a little anxious and said something else.However, before she could finish speaking, another maid beside her held her arm and interrupted abruptly.
"My lord." The maid said, "Concubine Shu will be buried tomorrow."
This maid should also be serving by Meng Wanqing's side, she was the one who burned the yellow paper when I saw it earlier, Xu Muzhou also said a few words to the other party, it should be that the maid beside Meng Wanqing doesn't understand Chinese, So we need to get such a maid to help.
"Tomorrow?" Yan Cen frowned and glanced at her: "Who made the order?"
The maid was shaken by his gaze, and said vaguely: "The empress has passed away, so for the time being... Concubine Lu is in charge of the harem."
It was Liu Yingying again.
Xu Muzhou leaned against the door, thinking that she was everywhere.Maybe it was because of some preconceived notions that Xu Muzhou didn't have a good impression of this noble concubine who had never seen her before and heard her name first. He always felt that the other party was like a ruthless Gongdou boss.
If it wasn't Wei Wenxuan's order, then this order can be ignored in Yan Cen's eyes.He strode into the room, walked to Meng Wanqing's coffin, and stroked the cold and heavy coffin lid.
The maid hurriedly stood up, not even caring about burning the paper, she approached Yan Cen nervously, glanced at his face anxiously, and asked hesitantly: "My lord, you—"
While she was speaking, there was a very subtle woody aroma mixed with agarwood and sandalwood. It smelled very pure, and it was left after the burning of fine spices.
Yan Cen didn't pay much attention to the little girl at first, but after smelling the smell, he paid attention to her and glanced at her instead.
Yan Cen's hand touching the coffin lid paused, and he tapped on the coffin lid twice with his fingers.
"Open the coffin." Yan Cen said.
Xu Muzhou, who was leaning on the doorway to watch, was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously looked at him.
Then Xu Muzhou suddenly noticed that Yan Cen glanced at the maid's expression from the corner of her eye without any trace in the blind spot of her vision.Those eyes were very cold, looking at him with some indistinctness.
After working together for so long, Xu Muzhou and Yan Cen naturally had a tacit understanding, and he knew it was what Yan Cen discovered.
So Xu Muzhou coughed lightly, waved at the stunned foreign maid, and said, "Girl, come here, I have something to ask you."
The foreign girl didn't know if she understood his words, but she probably understood his gestures. She glanced at Yan Cen blankly, then stood up, and obediently came to Xu Muzhou's side.
Xu Muzhou turned around first, and walked down the steps outside the door with the girl of the foreign race, preparing to manually create a quieter environment for the next difficult communication.
The little maid of the foreign race obediently followed behind him. Compared with other people in this Miyagi, she seemed to have a kind of naivety that was out of place.
"You..." Xu Muzhou slowed down his speech, took apart a sentence, and tried to communicate with her in the simplest words: "Can you understand what I said?"
Meng Wanqing has been here for at least three years. Even if their master and servant speak their mother tongue together every day, it stands to reason that they are in an unfamiliar language environment, and they should be able to understand a little bit.
The little girl blinked, nodded hesitantly, gestured to him, and said in a very bad tone: "Small."
Xu Muzhou: "..."
He felt as if he had returned to the day when he received the exchange students at the school in an instant.
Fortunately, the other party's tone of voice is very strange, but as long as you can understand a little bit, it is a good thing. This girl of the foreign race is undoubtedly the person who knows Meng Wanqing best, and she will not be disturbed by external factors. From the perspective of collecting information, her Testimony should be the most credible.
The maid in the house didn't care about this little episode outside the door - she was busy trying to persuade Yan Cen not to open the coffin.
"This—Concubine Shu will be buried tomorrow." The maid smiled with difficulty, and said, "It is unreasonable to open the coffin now. What's more, Concubine Shu is precious. If my lord wants to open the coffin, I'm afraid I have to ask His Majesty. Only by His Majesty's order."
I also know that it is interesting to use Wei Wenxuan to suppress him.
But this is what Yan Cen is not afraid of the most. He has never put Wei Wenxuan in his eyes since the beginning of this world, and he is even more afraid of him.
"Really?" Yan Cen asked lightly.
The maid thought that he was just putting on a show, so she gave up on not being able to bring it up now, so she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Of course."
With his hands still on the coffin lid, Yan Cen turned slightly to look at the maid, and asked, "I just heard you say that this is your Concubine Shu... How long have you been by her side?"
"I entered the palace late, and it's only been three months since I came to your mother's side." The maid said as she lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes, with an affectionate look.She glanced at Meng Wanqing's coffin, and said, "Concubine Shu is a very good person, she is also very kind to servants, she—"
Before she could finish expressing her pretentious loyalty, Yan Cen interrupted her.
"Meng Wanqing is so kind to my servant, why don't you see her off here for the last time, and run to another palace—"
The maid was taken aback.
She looked into Yan Cen's calm eyes, feeling a little guilty for no reason: "I—"
Yan Cen stretched out his hand, rubbed her belt lightly with his index finger, then twisted it, and said: "Meng Xueqing died for more than 20 days, and the standard of living was lowered a month before she died, and she moved to such a crappy place. So... so where does the good spice smell on your body come from?"
The maid's eyes flickered, and she faltered and said: "Yes—"
"What's more, Meng Wanqing was originally a girl on the prairie. The smell of agarwood is too strong. She doesn't seem to like this kind of thing... let alone sandalwood. Buddhist hall." Yan Cen said with a half-smile, "Meng Wanqing believes in the wolf god, so will he build a small Buddhist hall in the palace?"
The maid's face suddenly turned ugly.
"What's more——" Yan Cen said: "The proportion of spices is a bit familiar."
There was a muffled sound in the mourning hall, Xu Muzhou and the foreign girl who were gesturing and guessing at the door stopped at the same time, turned their heads to look inside the room, and saw the maid in the room fainted on the ground, Yan Cen's expression was normal He withdrew his hand, as if it wasn't him who knocked people out.
Xu Muzhou: "..."
"I smelled a mixture of spices on her body." Yan Cen clapped his hands and explained: "I also smelled it on the man in black."
Xu Muzhou suddenly realized.
This means that the maid and the man in black have been to the same place, or have seen the same people—as for whom, the answer is self-evident.
"I don't need to get information from her, so it's better to knock her unconscious." Yan Cen said.
As Yan Cen said, he no longer looked at the maid on the ground, but turned his attention to the coffin.He walked around the coffin and brushed his fingers over the coffin lid to confirm that the coffin was really nailed to death.
Seeing this, the foreign maid felt a little uneasy, pointed to the woman who had fainted on the ground, gestured at Xu Muzhou, and said with difficulty: "She...you..."
"She's a bad person." Xu Muzhou said concisely.
Long speeches are useless, words that can occasionally be understood by girls of different races are more effective.The other party looked at Yan Cen, and then at Xu Muzhou. Although he looked a little uneasy, he stopped talking and just stared at Yan Cen's movements very nervously.
It wasn't until Yan Cen stopped beside the coffin, and pulled out the saber at his waist to penetrate the gap between the coffins, that the alien girl finally seemed to understand his thoughts, her eyes widened instantly, and she ran up the steps a few steps before pushing he.
She was thin and small, but her body was very flexible. Xu Muzhou caught a gap, and he threw her in.
Yan Cen had already seen her rushing in from the corner of his eye, but he didn't pay attention to it. With his hands, he forcefully pried away the one-finger-long coffin nail, and even the coffin with its tight seams was also pried out. horrible gap.
An unpleasant smell spread from the coffin. It was a very obvious rotten smell. The bad smell of spoiled flesh and blood was mixed with a distinct sour and bitter smell, like outside an old vegetable market. Plastic trash cans that were not cleared in time.
Xu Muzhou stopped and subconsciously covered his mouth.
The alien maid had already rushed over, grabbing Yan Cen's blade with red eyes, as if she wasn't afraid that the sharp blade would scratch herself.
She forced her way in, blocked between Yan Cen and the coffin, and eagerly said something in her mother tongue.
Xu Muzhou's ears caught a word with a familiar pronunciation, swallowed the nausea with difficulty, and looked up at the maid.
Mongolian is not very easy to understand, except for some sporadic words. In Xu Muzhou’s second year of high school, a Mongolian girl was transferred to his class. She sang a song at the class meeting where the transfer student introduced herself. The word just now has been sung countless times in the song, and Xu Muzhou remembers it deeply.
——It seems to be called, Changshengtian.
Yan Cen didn't ignore her like he was facing the maid on the ground, but glanced at her, and swung her hand away with the handle of the knife.
"Get out of the way." Yan Cen said, "I am avenging your master."
Meng Wanqing's mourning hall changed in a day. Although the original ostentation was shabby, it still had all the basic items.But in just 24 hours, there was nothing left in the house except the coffin.
The altar table and the ever-burning lanterns in the mourning hall had gone to nowhere, and the people who sang the scriptures seemed to have never appeared. Except for the two maids beside Meng Wanqing who were still kneeling in front of the coffin and burning paper, this place seemed to have been taken from inside. Go outside for a blood change.
In addition, even Meng Xueqing's coffin was nailed up.
- This is not a good sign.
Yan Cen frowned slightly, and stepped into the door.
The foreign girl whom Song Xueyao met in the dormitory earlier found him first, she was still clutching a few pieces of yellow paper, she knelt down beside an old copper basin, raised her head, and stared blankly at Yan Cen.
Yan Cen glanced around the room and asked, "Where are the other people in this room?"
The alien girl seemed to understand a certain word, and subconsciously opened her mouth to respond, but it was a pity that she probably spoke their mother tongue, which was difficult to identify.
"These days, you have to be able to speak a small language to do a task." Xu Muzhou had already moved away from several side halls in the courtyard, and as he walked in, he said casually: "It can be seen that the English level six Useless."
Seeing that Yan Cen was indifferent, the alien maid became a little anxious and said something else.However, before she could finish speaking, another maid beside her held her arm and interrupted abruptly.
"My lord." The maid said, "Concubine Shu will be buried tomorrow."
This maid should also be serving by Meng Wanqing's side, she was the one who burned the yellow paper when I saw it earlier, Xu Muzhou also said a few words to the other party, it should be that the maid beside Meng Wanqing doesn't understand Chinese, So we need to get such a maid to help.
"Tomorrow?" Yan Cen frowned and glanced at her: "Who made the order?"
The maid was shaken by his gaze, and said vaguely: "The empress has passed away, so for the time being... Concubine Lu is in charge of the harem."
It was Liu Yingying again.
Xu Muzhou leaned against the door, thinking that she was everywhere.Maybe it was because of some preconceived notions that Xu Muzhou didn't have a good impression of this noble concubine who had never seen her before and heard her name first. He always felt that the other party was like a ruthless Gongdou boss.
If it wasn't Wei Wenxuan's order, then this order can be ignored in Yan Cen's eyes.He strode into the room, walked to Meng Wanqing's coffin, and stroked the cold and heavy coffin lid.
The maid hurriedly stood up, not even caring about burning the paper, she approached Yan Cen nervously, glanced at his face anxiously, and asked hesitantly: "My lord, you—"
While she was speaking, there was a very subtle woody aroma mixed with agarwood and sandalwood. It smelled very pure, and it was left after the burning of fine spices.
Yan Cen didn't pay much attention to the little girl at first, but after smelling the smell, he paid attention to her and glanced at her instead.
Yan Cen's hand touching the coffin lid paused, and he tapped on the coffin lid twice with his fingers.
"Open the coffin." Yan Cen said.
Xu Muzhou, who was leaning on the doorway to watch, was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously looked at him.
Then Xu Muzhou suddenly noticed that Yan Cen glanced at the maid's expression from the corner of her eye without any trace in the blind spot of her vision.Those eyes were very cold, looking at him with some indistinctness.
After working together for so long, Xu Muzhou and Yan Cen naturally had a tacit understanding, and he knew it was what Yan Cen discovered.
So Xu Muzhou coughed lightly, waved at the stunned foreign maid, and said, "Girl, come here, I have something to ask you."
The foreign girl didn't know if she understood his words, but she probably understood his gestures. She glanced at Yan Cen blankly, then stood up, and obediently came to Xu Muzhou's side.
Xu Muzhou turned around first, and walked down the steps outside the door with the girl of the foreign race, preparing to manually create a quieter environment for the next difficult communication.
The little maid of the foreign race obediently followed behind him. Compared with other people in this Miyagi, she seemed to have a kind of naivety that was out of place.
"You..." Xu Muzhou slowed down his speech, took apart a sentence, and tried to communicate with her in the simplest words: "Can you understand what I said?"
Meng Wanqing has been here for at least three years. Even if their master and servant speak their mother tongue together every day, it stands to reason that they are in an unfamiliar language environment, and they should be able to understand a little bit.
The little girl blinked, nodded hesitantly, gestured to him, and said in a very bad tone: "Small."
Xu Muzhou: "..."
He felt as if he had returned to the day when he received the exchange students at the school in an instant.
Fortunately, the other party's tone of voice is very strange, but as long as you can understand a little bit, it is a good thing. This girl of the foreign race is undoubtedly the person who knows Meng Wanqing best, and she will not be disturbed by external factors. From the perspective of collecting information, her Testimony should be the most credible.
The maid in the house didn't care about this little episode outside the door - she was busy trying to persuade Yan Cen not to open the coffin.
"This—Concubine Shu will be buried tomorrow." The maid smiled with difficulty, and said, "It is unreasonable to open the coffin now. What's more, Concubine Shu is precious. If my lord wants to open the coffin, I'm afraid I have to ask His Majesty. Only by His Majesty's order."
I also know that it is interesting to use Wei Wenxuan to suppress him.
But this is what Yan Cen is not afraid of the most. He has never put Wei Wenxuan in his eyes since the beginning of this world, and he is even more afraid of him.
"Really?" Yan Cen asked lightly.
The maid thought that he was just putting on a show, so she gave up on not being able to bring it up now, so she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Of course."
With his hands still on the coffin lid, Yan Cen turned slightly to look at the maid, and asked, "I just heard you say that this is your Concubine Shu... How long have you been by her side?"
"I entered the palace late, and it's only been three months since I came to your mother's side." The maid said as she lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes, with an affectionate look.She glanced at Meng Wanqing's coffin, and said, "Concubine Shu is a very good person, she is also very kind to servants, she—"
Before she could finish expressing her pretentious loyalty, Yan Cen interrupted her.
"Meng Wanqing is so kind to my servant, why don't you see her off here for the last time, and run to another palace—"
The maid was taken aback.
She looked into Yan Cen's calm eyes, feeling a little guilty for no reason: "I—"
Yan Cen stretched out his hand, rubbed her belt lightly with his index finger, then twisted it, and said: "Meng Xueqing died for more than 20 days, and the standard of living was lowered a month before she died, and she moved to such a crappy place. So... so where does the good spice smell on your body come from?"
The maid's eyes flickered, and she faltered and said: "Yes—"
"What's more, Meng Wanqing was originally a girl on the prairie. The smell of agarwood is too strong. She doesn't seem to like this kind of thing... let alone sandalwood. Buddhist hall." Yan Cen said with a half-smile, "Meng Wanqing believes in the wolf god, so will he build a small Buddhist hall in the palace?"
The maid's face suddenly turned ugly.
"What's more——" Yan Cen said: "The proportion of spices is a bit familiar."
There was a muffled sound in the mourning hall, Xu Muzhou and the foreign girl who were gesturing and guessing at the door stopped at the same time, turned their heads to look inside the room, and saw the maid in the room fainted on the ground, Yan Cen's expression was normal He withdrew his hand, as if it wasn't him who knocked people out.
Xu Muzhou: "..."
"I smelled a mixture of spices on her body." Yan Cen clapped his hands and explained: "I also smelled it on the man in black."
Xu Muzhou suddenly realized.
This means that the maid and the man in black have been to the same place, or have seen the same people—as for whom, the answer is self-evident.
"I don't need to get information from her, so it's better to knock her unconscious." Yan Cen said.
As Yan Cen said, he no longer looked at the maid on the ground, but turned his attention to the coffin.He walked around the coffin and brushed his fingers over the coffin lid to confirm that the coffin was really nailed to death.
Seeing this, the foreign maid felt a little uneasy, pointed to the woman who had fainted on the ground, gestured at Xu Muzhou, and said with difficulty: "She...you..."
"She's a bad person." Xu Muzhou said concisely.
Long speeches are useless, words that can occasionally be understood by girls of different races are more effective.The other party looked at Yan Cen, and then at Xu Muzhou. Although he looked a little uneasy, he stopped talking and just stared at Yan Cen's movements very nervously.
It wasn't until Yan Cen stopped beside the coffin, and pulled out the saber at his waist to penetrate the gap between the coffins, that the alien girl finally seemed to understand his thoughts, her eyes widened instantly, and she ran up the steps a few steps before pushing he.
She was thin and small, but her body was very flexible. Xu Muzhou caught a gap, and he threw her in.
Yan Cen had already seen her rushing in from the corner of his eye, but he didn't pay attention to it. With his hands, he forcefully pried away the one-finger-long coffin nail, and even the coffin with its tight seams was also pried out. horrible gap.
An unpleasant smell spread from the coffin. It was a very obvious rotten smell. The bad smell of spoiled flesh and blood was mixed with a distinct sour and bitter smell, like outside an old vegetable market. Plastic trash cans that were not cleared in time.
Xu Muzhou stopped and subconsciously covered his mouth.
The alien maid had already rushed over, grabbing Yan Cen's blade with red eyes, as if she wasn't afraid that the sharp blade would scratch herself.
She forced her way in, blocked between Yan Cen and the coffin, and eagerly said something in her mother tongue.
Xu Muzhou's ears caught a word with a familiar pronunciation, swallowed the nausea with difficulty, and looked up at the maid.
Mongolian is not very easy to understand, except for some sporadic words. In Xu Muzhou’s second year of high school, a Mongolian girl was transferred to his class. She sang a song at the class meeting where the transfer student introduced herself. The word just now has been sung countless times in the song, and Xu Muzhou remembers it deeply.
——It seems to be called, Changshengtian.
Yan Cen didn't ignore her like he was facing the maid on the ground, but glanced at her, and swung her hand away with the handle of the knife.
"Get out of the way." Yan Cen said, "I am avenging your master."
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