At that moment, a second scene appeared in Jiang Nan's field of vision.

It was a warm darkness and chaos, in which there were various scenes of disillusionment.

Jiangnan saw,

In the huge palace, a baby girl was born, and the brows of the young King Wutie and the Queen were filled with joy;

In the Imperial Garden where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, a four or five-year-old girl carved in pink and jade is reciting poetry;

At the grand banquet, a graceful girl appeared, as gentle as jade;

Upstairs in Wangjiang Tower, the blushing princess was listening to a scholar composing poetry;

…

Each fantasy represents the important events that Princess Huaisu has experienced.

And in the center of those illusions, the illusory figure of Princess Huaisu floats in the void.

Jiangnan, who had used Tongyou several times and was very familiar with souls, knew that this was the soul of Princess Huaisu.

And this dark but warm space is her sea of ​​consciousness.

The original technique of accessing the secluded world is incapable of peering into other people's sea of ​​consciousness.

But Jiangnan happened to see it.

Because... there is an illusory figure in the soul of Princess Huaisu!

It looks like a woman, translucent, and intersects with Huaisu's soul.

The whole body was covered with a faint black and red mist, which also obscured its face.

Just the first time he "saw" it, Jiang Nan felt an instinctive uneasiness.

Heart palpitations!

It's like the heart is held tightly by a pair of invisible hands!

The scarlet eyes revealed in the mist are even more filled with soul-stirring violence and chaos!

Jiang Nan also noticed that Huai Su's soul was becoming more transparent at an extremely slow speed.

And that figure, as if parasitically devouring it, became even more solid!

For a moment, Jiang Nan's face turned pale.

——The prince’s guess is correct.

There really is something strange in Huaisu's body.

It is sucking in Huaisu's spirit and soul bit by bit.

——And, very strong!

Jiang Nan had rarely encountered such a presence, and just looking at it made him tremble all over.

His right hand, which he used to perform the art of connecting to the underworld, was slowly trembling.

He could feel that if he used all his strength to reach the netherworld at this moment, he would be sure to pull the strange figure out of Huaisu's sea of ​​consciousness.

But he suppressed his inner impulse.

Because even if he was captured and exposed to the sun, Jiangnan had no confidence that he would be able to suppress him.

"Jiangnan, what's wrong with you?"

Sitting in front of the desk, Huai Su was unaware.

All she saw was that Jiang Nan's eyes became serious, and his face became a little pale.

Hearing this, Jiang Nan put away the art of connecting to the secluded world and shook his head: "Princess, it's okay. I'll take my leave now."

"Wait a minute, Jiangnan."

Huaisu called him, with a look of hesitation in his beautiful eyes. After a while, he said, "Jiangnan, can I ask you a favor?"

"Princess, please speak."

"After the ancestor worship ceremony is over, can you take Qing'er with you when you leave?" The princess looked at him sincerely.

Jiang Nan was stunned, "Princess... why did you say this?"

Huai Su showed a wry smile: "You should also know that I have been weak and sick since I was a child. Recently, I can faintly feel that the remaining days will not be too long..."

Jiangnan was shocked.

"Qing'er is a demon and has a wild temper. I'm afraid that if I'm gone, she will cause trouble if she stays in the palace..."

Jiang Nan quickly interrupted her: "Princess, you must not say such unlucky words!"

Huaisu smiled softly, as beautiful as an epiphyllum.

"Jiangnan, it doesn't matter."

"For more than twenty years, I have read the books I wanted to read and walked the path I wanted to take; my father, the emperor, and my mother have treated me very well; although the prince and brother are a little more jealous, they are not bad-hearted; and finally I met

Huaisu has no regrets about marrying a strange person like you from Jiangnan..."

She spoke very calmly, as if she had no fear of death at all.

But Jiang Nan could still see that her arms were trembling slightly, like the flame of a candle in the wind.

Combined with the scene he had just seen through Tongyouzhi, Jiang Nan could almost conclude that it was that mysterious and strange shadow that was taking away Huaisu's life.

And Huaisu seemed to be vaguely aware that he was actually explaining the funeral arrangements.

"Princess, you will not die."

Jiang Nan raised his head and said this.

.

After leaving the study, Jiang Nan went straight to the East Palace without stopping for a moment.

He stayed there for three hours and waited until the sun set before leaving.

After that, the prince hurried to the depths of the palace.

.

Three days have passed.

In a blink of an eye, the day of the ancestor worship ceremony came.

On this day, before dawn, the emperor led a long line of people and set off from the imperial city.

As early as yesterday, Beijing went through rounds of identity checks.

Densely dense armored guards walked through the streets and alleys to ensure the smooth flow of the ancestor worship team.

And some people in the streets and alleys stuck their heads out of the windows, looking at the mighty team and watching them leave the city.

King Wutie was in front, followed by the Queen Mother, a group of princes and princesses, civil and military officials, a team of musicians, and escorting the army.

There were no carriages or horses, so we walked on foot.

It takes about an hour to travel from the Imperial City to the Qilian Mountains.

The huge team gradually moved away amid the sound of bells and drums outside.

Jiangnan was naturally among them, and he served as Princess Huaisu's bodyguard.

"In the south of the Yangtze River, the ancestral land is on the hillside of the Qilian Mountains, and the location of the ancestral land allows you to see the Qilian volcano."

Huaisu spoke softly and explained in detail: "At that time, the largest volcano in Zhongzhou will be fully visible in front of you."

Jiang Nan nodded. The reason he made up for wanting to enter the Qilian Mountains in the first place was that he wanted to see its magnificent scenery.

That's why Huai Su told him like this.

While talking, the team continued to move forward. When the sky was slightly light, they arrived at the Wutie Emperor's Mausoleum.

Ahead is a vast cemetery, with majestic white stone arches standing on the mountainside.

Behind the arch, there is a huge blue stone tablet, which records the life stories of the successive Wutie emperors.

At this point, the escorting army stopped. King Wutie led everyone in one by one and came to the desolate and solemn altar.

The ceremony officials skillfully laid out various sacrificial vessels and hundreds of kinds of sacrifices.

The Wutie King with a solemn face, holding a scented candle, bowed three times.

Behind him, the sad and solemn sounds of bells, drums, harps and harps sounded, echoing under the sky.

It's as if the ancient soul is watching the descendants.

At this moment, Jiang Nan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

With the lessons learned from the last time, he will never light up the green lantern when there is no guarantee.

But at this time, Wu Tieman and all the civil and military officials gathered together. He didn't believe that some blind Tie Hanhan would come to make trouble at this time.

The green lamp that connects to the sea of ​​consciousness, the lamp oil slowly rises.
To be continued...