The Three Kingdoms of the Widow

"The 'Godson', just in my hand, I have exactly the same one...that strange pen that Mr. Wang loved most before his death—it's the same as the one in the picture, that's the 'Godson'." Nu Xin took out The pen that was used to hide Guo Jia's will.

"Mr. and Chufu both appeared suddenly. No one knows everything about them. I also asked Mr., but she never mentioned her life in Yingchuan before. They are also related to 'Godson'. So I immediately understood - although it was Empress Chen who offered the dragon core mixed with soul-returning incense to Emperor Xian Xiaowu, the real owner of the dragon core should be Chu Fu. This explains why Emperor Xiaowu wanted to recall the soul later, It is necessary to force Chu Fu instead of Empress Chen. It can also explain why once Chu Fu died, Godson would no longer exist, because Godson was brought by her from a special place, and there is only one in the world. The most important Yes, this explains why Emperor Xiaowu summoned the soul twice, and the effect was completely different - the second time there was no dragon core in the soul-returning incense, so there was no effect of summoning the soul at all! The alchemist could only make a shadow to deceive the emperor. Not a little courageous."

Xun Yu slowly put down the letter in his hand: "No wonder I always feel that something is wrong. Without Godson, it is impossible to make a real soul-returning incense, right?"

"Yes."

"Give me the Godson." Xun Yu looked into Nu Xin's eyes.

"In exchange for your life." Nu Xin looked back.

Xun Yu looked at Nu Xin with no surprise: "It seems that this is also in your plan."

"That's right," Nu Xin raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, Xun Yu remembered that Nu Xin had made this expression on the night when she came to report the funeral at his mansion. "You must die. You are the last pillar of 'Cao Wei', if you are cut off, 'Cao Wei' is finished, and there is no room for redemption."

"You also know that the prime minister wants to call him 'Wei Gong'."

"I knew it a long time ago, very early. Mr. Xun Ling must have known it a long time ago."

Xun Yu had nothing to say on this topic, he already knew about it, but he didn't believe it.

"So the break between me and the prime minister is also in your calculation, even this empty food box—you have also counted it."

"If the former is counted, it doesn't matter whether the food box can be counted."

"That's right," Xun Yu suddenly wanted to laugh, and he made a smiley face, "It's going to die anyway, it doesn't matter how you die."

Xun Yu thought it was quite ridiculous, Cao Cao, him, and many others were to be manipulated by a little maid, who used him to deceive everyone, and in the end, even he was deceived, so deeply scheming.

"That's fine," Xun Yu went to look at his incense again, "Although Feng Xiao regretted it in the end, I don't regret it. I will avenge Feng Xiao even if I die."

"Really?" Nu Xin gave him such an answer.

"What do you mean?" Xun Yu had a bad feeling.

"The regret that Mr. said is not what you think at all."

"What?!" Xun Yu didn't expect Nu Xin to say this.

Nu Xin said word by word: "You must not know that the husband has already made a will, and the calculation and use of the salary will only be in September and month of the 12th year."

For Xun Yu, the news was nothing short of a thunderbolt.

Nu Xin looked at him with a smile: "I knew it would be this reaction. So the day I returned to Xudu, the first thing I did was to burn the will left by my husband. I know that if you see it, it will be over. "

Yes, the implication of Nu Xin’s words is——Guo Jia already knew the day of his death. This has nothing to do with Cao Cao, Cao He... and anyone else. Guo Jia is not gambling, and the gambler still has hope of winning. She simply went to die without hesitation.

Therefore, it is impossible for Guo Jia to regret everything in Cao Cao's camp.

Xun Yu thought, then why am I trying so hard to avenge Feng Xiao?

"You lied to me!" Xun Yu roared.

Nu Xin looked contemptuously at the collapsed expression of the country's prime minister: "You don't have to believe it, it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, this is the truth."

"It doesn't count if you tricked me, but you want to make me completely desperate?"

"I have to watch Cao Wei's pillar die in despair before I can feel happy!"

Xun Yu froze for a moment, and suddenly crawled madly towards Nu Xin, grabbing the ribbon hanging from the bow behind her: "Give me the dragon core! Let me see Feng Xiao, just let me see her! I'll go right away!" die!"

Nu Xin sneered: "Xun Lingjun, who Mr. once said is 'as clear as ice, as pure as jade, law but not powerful, harmonious but not obscene', will have such a miserable day?"

Xun Yu tried his best to grab the object in Nu Xin's hand like crazy, but Nu Xin kicked him away without any sympathy.

"Let me meet Feng Xiao! It's been so many years! She hasn't even appeared in my dreams! It's good to see her once! Just once!"

"Don't think about it! It's useless to give it to you! You can't see her!" Nu Xin's roar was suddenly louder than Xun Yu's.

Xun Yu froze suddenly.

"When Mr. taught me how to read and write, he wrote a lot of strange seven-character poems for me to read. During these years in Baima Temple, I forgot a lot of the content, but when I saw Huihunxiang, I suddenly remembered some sentences. .”

Nu Xin remembered the days when she was holding a wooden board and being supervised by Guo Jia to check the literacy rate every day.

"Yuyou's life and death have been separated for many years, um...soul...soul...soul, never came...what is this..."

"Dream." Guo Jia reminded from the side.

"Yes, Meng. Up to Poor...Qiang...Bi...Luo, Biluo! Going down to Huangquan, the two places are gone! Suddenly, there is a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain is...void...nothing, nothing...nothing... ..."

"Piao Miao, these two characters have too many strokes, so it is difficult."

"Piao Miao Jian! Sir, I've finished reading it!" Nu Xin looked at Guo Jia happily.

"Don't be so complacent, there are still three words you don't know."

"I didn't think about it for a while, I'm sure I know you if you write it again."

"Then read this again."

Nu Xin watched Guo Jia's pen draw ink marks on the wooden board: "Why should Pan Yue...why should he...fu... Mourn for death, there is no experience in the world!" Nu Xin suddenly remembered something: "Yes Now, sir, who is Pan Yue?"

But at that time, Guo Jia did not explain the meaning of this sentence.

"'Why does Pan Yue need to write a poem to mourn death, there is no fragrance in the world to return to the soul.' Xun Lingjun, have you ever heard Mr. read this poem?"

Xun Yu was at a loss at first, and then felt a little impressed.

Nu Xin didn't look at Xun Yu, who was prostrate on the ground, she looked straight ahead: "I used to think that this sentence meant that the story of returning soul incense was all fake, so mourning the dead was meaningless. Because the dead will never come back. However, if this is the case, why does it have the name of Returning Soul Incense?"

And the souls of Emperor Wu's Palace did appear, although they only lasted for less than a day.

"Later, I finally figured it out. 'Human world has no test for returning soul incense' does not mean that returning soul incense is invalid, but focuses on the word 'human world'. If you want to see the dead soul, you have to go to the place where the dead soul is. The human world is not the dead soul Therefore, if Mr. Xun Ling wanted to see Mr. Xun, he could only find Mr. himself, and he could not let him come back. Emperor Xiaowu didn't know this, so he summoned Mrs. Wang's soul Putting his hope on the fragrance of returning the soul, who knows that the palace man's soul he saw for the first time—it was just an illusion! That's why it only lasted for a day and then disappeared!"

Xun Yu stopped robbing Godson: "You mean... If I want to see Feng Xiao... I have to die..."

Nu Xin didn't speak.

"Okay...Okay! Then you give me the dragon core, let me take the soul-returning incense to find Fengxiao...let me meet her..."

Under Xun Yu's longing eyes, Nu Xin finally threw the thing in her hand to him: "There is a gap on one side, open it from there, then use a knife to cut along the groove there, and pour out the powder inside, it is you something you want."

Holding the dragon core as if he had found a treasure, Xun Yu came to his desk and carefully mixed the powder inside into the paste he had prepared as Nu Xin said.

Then he frowned, and looked around: Bai Ling——no, sharp blade—there was none that could stab him to death.

Finally, his eyes fell back on the concocted spices, and there was a solution.

Nu Xin watched Xun Yu swallow the "Returning Soul Fragrance" spoonful by spoonful with her own eyes, with a delighted expression on her face.

Many ingredients are highly toxic.

"In this way, no one will be able to take the incense from me again, and I can safely bring the incense to see Fengxiao."

The mission has been accomplished, and Nu Xin didn't want to look any further, so she turned and walked out.

"What you want to do has already been done, hasn't it? Then what are you going to do?"

"No, it's not finished yet." Nu Xin unexpectedly gave Xun Yu a negative answer.

"what is that?"

"I swore in my heart that this matter can only be done by me, and my name cannot be compromised. Therefore, all insiders must not live."

"Apart from me, have you talked about this with anyone else?"

"No."

"So……"

"There is one more person, there is another one. However, this person is not reconciled and has to wait."

Nu Xin finally stepped out of the door, saying in her mouth, "It's been a long time since life and death, the soul never came to dream", "Go up to the poor and fall to the underworld, and the two places are gone." In the end, she still didn't forget to close the door of Xun Yu's room. good.

Xun Yu also read the last few lines of Nu Xin's poem, at first he was confused, then panicked.

He finally understood why Nu Xin left after reciting these two lines of poems: Guo Jia, like Chu Fu back then, has no history of his own.For so many years, she has never appeared in his dreams, so who knows where her soul is now?Will the place she goes after death be the same as her own?

Going to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, there is nowhere to be seen.

Xun Yu couldn't think any more, the poison had already begun to erode his body, lead powder, mercury, cinnabar, and the varnish of the so-called "returning soul tree" from the Western Regions that he couldn't name... It is a very irritating spice used in the Western Regions to awaken patients in a coma. It is so-called to "return the soul" of dying people, hence the name.In comparison, the magnetic powder in Guo Jia's recording pen has the function of forming sound and imaging, and the main component is ferric oxide, so the toxicity is really negligible...

The scene of returning souls seen by people in Emperor Wudi's palace was nothing more than magnetic powder mixed in the rising smoke to reproduce the life scenes in the palace that had been recorded. It is really not a "returning soul" technique.

But who cares?

Modern magic can still create some "special functions" to confuse and worship people. In the Han Dynasty, superstition disguised as science could deceive more people.

Xun Yu's doors and windows were closed tightly, and for a long time after Nu Xin left, no maidservant dared to knock on the door to disturb her.It is also because these maidservants know that Xun Yu has been in a bad mood recently and his official career has failed, so he is obsessed with the craft of making incense.

But after one or two hours, someone gradually smelled the fragrance leaking from the cracks in the doors and windows.

The aroma is rich and manic.

Gradually, many servants gathered outside the door, discussing the source of the fragrance, saying that Xun Lingjun finally made the kind of fragrance he dreamed of?

That was something that should be celebrated, but Xun Yu's room was eerily silent.

In the end, a little maid couldn't help being curious, and she quietly pushed the window open a small gap, hoping to see how the handsome man made such a strange spice.

But she only took one look and started screaming, the screaming voice had exceeded the range of normal people, everyone was startled, and then everyone saw that all the blood had faded from the face of this little maid, her eyes were straight, Can't do anything but scream non-stop.

Others realized that there was a problem here, and they opened the door to enter, only to understand why the maid had such an abnormal reaction.

In the room with the doors and windows closed, it was pitch black, and people should not be able to see clearly, but Xun Yu was very conspicuous. His skin was very white, really like the whiteness of white jade. He lay on his back with his eyes wide open. On the carpet in front of the case, his limbs were stiff and dead for a long time.

The frightened little maid saw a person like a white jade statue in a dark room. This person was the Xun Yu Shang Shuling she was familiar with before. This scene had completely exceeded her bottom line, so she lost control .

The screams and commotion alarmed Xun Yu's wife and children, and they rushed to Xun Yu's study, only to find it was too late.On Xun Yu's case, there was an empty food box sent by Cao Cao, a nearly empty box containing spices, a spoon stuck in the box, and a very strange kit, which was Xun Yu's It is usually worn close to the body, with the words "Prime Minister Fu" written on it, and it is stamped with the official seal.

No one dared to say anything, because the food box was sent by Cao Cao.

The strangest thing was that there was a strong fragrance in the room, and after searching carefully for the source of the fragrance, it turned out to be emanating from Xun Yu.

The dignified Shang Shuling died so unclearly. Everyone was full of doubts in their hearts, but no one dared to really ask. A few servants boldly moved Xun Yu's body out, and Xun Yu's wife ordered someone to Sprinkler fan, trying to get rid of the weird smell in the house.

It was completely ineffective.

After three days, the fragrance gradually faded away.

At this time, the document reporting Xun Yu's death and the tips left over from his cases were also sent to Cao Cao.

"Xiangyang Qi Old Records" (also known as "Xiangyang Records"), written by Xi Chiuchi in the Jin Dynasty, contains: Xun Lingjun came to other people's homes and sat there for three days.

The author has something to say:

The reason why Senior Sister Guo's pen is thick is because it is a recording pen.Magnetic powder can indeed be used for audio and video recording, such as the previous tape and video tape... But if it is mixed with incense and then calcined at high temperature, can the magnetic powder in the smoke release the recorded image? I haven't tried this anyway, and I don't think it is possible. Big, so this paragraph of description is nonsense that seems to be scientific...

The ingredients of the soul-returning incense are made up by the author, don't try it, it's all fake.However, things like cinnabar and mercury are common ingredients used by Taoists for alchemy.Among them, cinnabar has the effect of calming the nerves and calming the soul. It is still used in traditional Chinese medicine. Of course, this does not prevent it from being highly poisonous. If it is not used properly, it will kill people.

"As clear as ice, as pure as jade, law but not power, harmony but not obscenity" is Cao Zhi's tribute to Xun Yu...

Pan Yue is from the Western Jin Dynasty, and it is said that he is a handsome man... The period when he was active was already the time when Sima Zhao was in power.

The article plagiarizes a lot of Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"... This can be regarded as the advantage of the time-traveling article.