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Wei Junxing hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand to release the chain.

He Jingshuo grabbed Wei Junxing nervously, and asked in a low voice with an uncertain expression,

"Ah Xing, are you sure?"

Wei Junxing nodded, and squinted at Wei Linggong,

"It's okay, I have a cane whip, wait for me here."

Wei Linggong had already walked out of the coffin and was standing in front of the tomb door waiting for him.

Wei Junxing raised the rattan whip in his hand towards He Jingshuo, which means that the artifact is in hand, so don't worry.

He Jingshuo's face darkened, he was clearly worried and unable to attack, he also knew Wei Linggong's strength, even if he didn't have a rattan whip, he was more than enough to deal with the two of them.

"But……"

He Jingshuo looked at Wei Linggong suspiciously. Has this person who they fear and hate at the same time really awakened?

They used to be enemies, and they fought together, and now...

He Jingshuo and Wei Junxing met their eyes, wanting to get an exact answer from Wei Junxing.

Wei Junxing grabbed his shoulder and whispered in his ear,

"Until the in-depth communication is completed, I will not let myself die lightly."

He Jingshuo blushed and stretched out his arms to hug him back, "I'll wait for you."

Wei Junxing reached out and patted He Jingshuo on the shoulder, gave him a reassuring look, and followed Wei Linggong out of the tomb with great strides.

The place where it came out was the big bluestone stele of Wei Linggong's tomb. In the distance, the sycamore forest stands under the blue sky and white clouds, and everything seems to have returned to the calm of the past.

Wei Junxing looked at Wei Linggong in battle armor with some trepidation. It was unusual for him to appear in a sunny day wearing this suit.

Wei Junxing clenched the cane whip tightly, and the cane whip seemed to sense his intentions, tightly wrapped around his palm, and comforted him.

Wei Linggong did not go far, he squatted in front of the tombstone, stretched out his hand to caress the writing on the tombstone, his voice was deep and painful,

"Your Highness, do you know whose bones are buried here?"

Wei Junxing looked sideways at Wei Linggong, stunned for a moment, isn't the tomb of Wei Linggong up there, who else could there be if it wasn't Wei Linggong?

Seeing that he didn't reply for a long time, Wei Linggong continued, "His Royal Highness's bones are also buried here."

What, the dignified prince of a country was buried together with a general.

Wei Linggong and Crown Prince Shen Sheng can't sleep together, but they have to share the same acupuncture point when they die, right?

"So, this is the real reason I was able to leave that tomb?"

"Exactly. After Ma Ling, I escorted His Highness to Yingcheng. On the way, he was robbed by Fan Sui. His life was on the line. Fortunately, the monarch sent someone to save you and me.

Later, in order to dispel other people's schemes against you, the monarch also wanted to save a trace of blood for Wei, and announced to the outside world that you had been killed, and I, who was not good at escorting, was beheaded to show the public and hung on the city wall for a hundred days.

You are grateful for dying for you, so you ordered people to pack up the bones and bury me here.

Unexpectedly, when Qin attacked Wei, you not only failed the expectations of the monarch, but also ruined everything you gained by sacrificing your ministers. Not only did you not escape, but you insisted on staying and fighting to the death. No one restrained.

It was Weichen Tuomeng's own subordinates who buried you here. "

Wei Junxing's eyes also fell on the tombstone. This stone tablet is no longer the payee's stone tablet, but the truth is so real that it makes people straight.

"At first, Fan Sui was just an aide in His Highness's residence, and for some reason he was always favored by His Highness, until he defected and left the country, first went to Qi, and then went to Qin. Your Highness, it is this person who killed His Highness."

Wei Junxing's eyes moved slightly, the person who persuaded him to escape, and the person who stabbed him with a spear, could it be Fan Sui?

But why does he have a face exactly like He Jingshuo, so this is why Wei Linggong hates He Jingshuo?

Wei Junxing didn't know what to say for a while, he just stretched out his hand to caress the words on the stone tablet, unable to calm down for a long time.

In the end, the majestic prince of a country didn't even have a body collector. His life experience was miserable enough, and he was buried in the same grave as his own.

"So, Wei Linggong, you waited hard for 2000 years because of the crown prince's unrealistic promise?"

Wei Junxing clearly knew that he was not Prince Shen, and he had no way to persuade Wei Linggong, but he felt not angry for Wei Linggong. In fact, Prince Shen never made any promises to Wei Linggong.

Wei Junxing raised his face and met Wei Linggong's eyes burning like black flames. There was unwillingness, sadness, indignation, and even more reluctance and helplessness. All the indescribable emotions were revealed in this one glance.

Wei Junxing's hand resting on the tombstone trembled, shocked by the hot eyes, this topic has no solution, he can't give Wei Linggong an answer, because he is not Prince Shen.

Wei Junxing withdrew his gaze, and didn't want to dwell on this topic anymore. There was still one thing he didn't understand.

"Why did the white vixen betray the weasel, and what benefits did you promise him?"

Wei Linggong looked up to the sky and sighed, thousands of mist rose from his black armor, this sigh seemed to travel through thousands of years, and finally he saw it, his voice calmed down, and said lightly,

"The weasel and the white fox were the only living things here, after the weasel was killed by you, he was the only one left.

Although he and the weasel can meet each other, they are separated forever.

It is ironic to say that the vixen has no choice here, all he wants is company, but the weasel is different from him.

Their love was only limited to the few years they lived together, so he gave up. "

Wei Junxing thought of various reasons, but he didn't expect it to be because of this.

"You mean the vixen is not dead?"

"Yes."

"But when I saw the weasel die, he was very sad. Is this friendship just because of loneliness?"

Wei Linggong snorted softly, seeming to agree but also unwilling to accept such rhetoric,

"Your Highness doesn't know what loneliness is, so naturally you can't understand it. Do you know what loneliness is after 2000 years of waiting? Do you know what it's like to look forward day and night without any results?"

After Wei Linggong finished asking, his eyes were red, and he stared at the stele without looking at Wei Junxing again.

Wei Junxing clenched the rattan whip in his hand, fearing that Wei Linggong would go crazy and embarrass him again, but Wei Linggong never looked up again, he just looked at the stone tablet affectionately, as if he had found the answer he wanted.

It is said that the ancient emperors liked to erect steles, because the steles remained unchanged for thousands of years, so they could live forever. However, the world changed, and no matter how strong things were, they could not withstand the vicissitudes of time.

What kind of obsession can maintain the time we are looking forward to in 2000? Isn't that lonely?

Wei Junxing really didn't know what Wei Linggong was waiting for, and what he was looking forward to, not to mention that Prince Shen never gave him any promises from the beginning to the end.