Chapter 10
Chapter
10: The Tomb of Hui Wang of Pixian [8]
Translator: Xah
Zhang Qiu was shocked,
and Zhang ZuoJiu asked: “Xiao Qiu, what happened?”
“No-nothing.”
Subconsciously hiding
his thoughts, Zhang Qiu was somewhat out of state, his mind full of overlapping
images of that crimson eyes and the crimson eyes in Qinling’s Gu Mu Country
underground. Speaking of it, he fainted at the first sight of those eyes, and
then it was like a dream. Except for some pain at the beginning, the whole
thing was a good wet dream. But the premise of all this was dreaming and had a
intimate relationship with a man in the dream. After he had a good time, he was
shocked and shaken down by his sexual orientation. Perhaps, he should find a
boyfriend to try it. Seeing it, instead of now, the other was a Jiangshi, and
making a big man pregnant.
Zhang Qiu was in a
confused state of mind. He touched his nose and shook his head subconsciously.
“Nothing.” Again, he stiffly diverged from the topic. “Is there anything else
below?”
Li Shu paused and
stared into Zhang Qiu’s eyes. Zhang Qiu felt as if he had made a mistake, and
was immediately irritated.
Zhang YuShui
interestingly swept his eyes at the two people and said, “What kind of riddle
do you play between you two, go down and say again.”
“You go first.” Li Shu
tied up the rope with one hand, stretched the rope straight, and signaled the
two men to drag down the rope.
Zhang ZuoJiu saw Li
Shu’s emaciated figure, which meant they had to change places. Li Shu didn’t
say anything but his eyes said no. Zhang YuShui was the first to go down, and
Zhang ZuoJiu thought about bringing up the rear, so he let Zhang Qiu go down
first. Li Shu said, “I’ll take him down later.”
Zhang Qiu on the ground
heard Li Shu saying this, he was a little afraid to retort, but seeing the pair
of Li Shu’s eyes, he immediately resented. He could not help stomping on the
ground angrily; how come he was so hopeless!
The Zhang brothers
moved quickly and lightly along the rope, leaving Zhang Qiu and Li Shu above
the ground.
Zhang Qiu looked at Li
Shu up and down secretly. Both of his big brothers looked light. Li Shu looked
a little handsome and effortless.
“You are afraid of me.”
Li Shu said.
“Ah, no,” Zhang Qiu
swallowed his saliva.
Li Shu stared down at
Zhang Qiu’s hairy head. Zhang Qiu’s eyes were so hot that he could hardly tell
the truth. He wanted to ask Li Shu whether he was the Millennium Jiangshi of Gu
Mu Country, but Zhang ZuoJiu shouted: “We’re down.”
Zhang Qiu, who had just
become a brave man, was exhausted again. He hugged his head, feeling pitiful.
Li Shu’s lips quirked
up, but Zhang Qiu did not see it. He was so angry with himself that he could
not be so angry with a big man. He was not usually so inspired.
Blame it all on Li Shu!
Zhang Qiu was so angry
that he felt a cold hand on his head rubbing him down. Suddenly, he was
shocked. He raised his neck stiffly and saw Li Shu looking at him.
“Hold my waist.”
What the hell?
When Li Shu saw Zhang
Qiu standing still, he held Zhang Qiu’s waist in one hand, Zhang Qiu fell into
a hard, icy embrace and with the smell of Li Shu at the tip of his nose, his
brain stuffed with paste; he could not speak. Li Shu held him on the slab, in a
split second the weightless feeling made Zhang Qiu’s arms consciously tightened
around Li Shu, and his whole face was buried in.
In the dark, Li Shu’s
lips smiled bigger.
The time to glide down
the rope was short but Li Shu hugged Zhang Qiu in the air for a couple of
moments. Zhang Qiu was so scared that he almost whined and wanted to stick all
over Li Shu.
Zhang YuShui and Zhang
ZuoJiu watched them hanging from under the floor, feeling something was wrong,
but they couldn’t say it.
Li Shu jumped lightly
on the ground. After a few seconds, Zhang Qiu hurriedly loosened his arms
around Li Shu. He coughed and looked very serious, as if he had not just been
scared and hid in Li Shu’s arms. “Ha-ha, everyone’s here, go!”
They stood on the edge
of the underground corridor, there was a dense knife edge in front of
them about ten meters long. Who knew what material it was made of, but for
thousands of years it was still sharp with cold light. As long as someone
guessed the location of the tomb, when they stepped down the foot, they would
only get stuck with the knife, really worthy of the name skewer.
But now they were down,
still intact, all thanks to Li Shu.
Zhang Qiu’s guess grew
as he thought of those eyes and looked at the knife ten meters beneath the
slate, and how ordinary people could not leave harmless.
They went out along the
corridor, and Zhang Qiu found a dagger stuck in the top of the stone wall. The
whole body of the dagger was stuck in, only the handle was left, and a loop of
rope was wound around it. Li Shu used this method to get them down.
“Keep up with me.” Li
Shu’s voice was a bit cold; there was still some dissatisfaction with Zhang
Qiu’s running away.
Zhang Qiu obediently
said ‘oh’ and then annoyed by his own subconscious answer.
Stepping out of the
corridor, Zhang Qiu forgot the entanglement just now.
In front of the narrow
and long, but very exquisitely luxurious floor was bluish white jade paved
brick. There were even carved patterns, and the radiant dome on top was actually
transparent. Who knew what was installed inside it, but it was sparkling and
brilliant, like the stars flowing back and forth with the overhead light shone
on the wall –like the starlight.
“This is too
exaggerated!”
Zhang YuShui was a
little dazed at the sight, and Zhang ZuoJiu was also surprised. “It took
decades to build a tomb in ancient times, but the specifications were rare and
shocking,” he said.
Along the 1000-meter
corridor, the pattern at the foot were exactly the same, carved very finely,
with similar jade color, almost no color difference. Such a project, who knew
know how much sweat and blood had been robbed from the people for the
construction of the underground palace.
After walking a few
meters, the two sides of the wall began to appear strokes and colors. The
painted scenery characters were very vivid, left and right contents were
connected.
Zhang Qiu looked at the
tomb owner’s life with his eyes fixed on it. First he guessed it, but later it
became more and more unlike him. First he was a
sprouting little cute boy, but then he was too serious and
kept a straight face. He was not a child of an ordinary family
with his clothes and momentum. The little prince was the crown
prince.
Calculating the ages of
the murals, Zhang Qiu’s historical knowledge was still OK. The key was to
finish the exam and overcome the memory.
This little prince
should be Emperor Zhang of Han[1], Liu Da.
“No! This is not the
tomb of Pixian HuiWang?”
Zhang ZuoJiu answered,
“look back later.”
The painting style
changed in a few steps, more gentle than solemn. The picture appeared a very
gentle and beautiful man, the age of the man could not be distinguished, he was
often smiling and looking very gentle, chatting with the little prince in
class. And later the little prince ascended the throne, the man knelt at the
feet of the little prince. The little emperor at a very young age, kept a
straight face and the pressure could be felt through the murals.
After that, the
contents of the murals were all the daily life of the emperor and the man. The
man was always accompanied by the little emperor, even sleeping was on the
Dragon bed.
“This man is the master
of the tomb, Pixian Hui Wang.” Zhang Qiu speculated based on the vague
historical contents. He did not know if it was because he was a little
bent, but looking at the little emperor in the murals with Pixian Hui
Wang, he felt weird. He could not help but patted himself in the heart; too
impure, not looking at the little emperor only nine or ten years old.
The more the moved through
the murals, the young emperor in the picture grew older, his body was long, his
face was the same as he was when he was a child, but he looked particularly
serious and sorrowful. His temperament changed probably because he was now a
man. However, Zhang Qiu always felt that this little emperor that had grown up,
was a bit familiar. In contrast to Pixian Hui Wang, the little emperor seemed
to have eat a growth agent.
Zhang ZuoJiu stared at
the eyes of the little emperor who grew up to the fourteenth-fifteen-year-old
on the wall, and turned his head to look at the younger brother in front of
him. He did not speak.
They were getting
closer and closer to the door of the tomb, and the little emperor in the mural
finally grew up.
Zhang Qiu
absent-mindedly looked at the little emperor who grew up and in a split second,
when his sight landed on Zhang YuShui, his mouth grew amazed.
“Sec-second brother –”
Zhang YuShui stood in
front of the murals, and with the solemn look of the little emperor behind him,
the two of them were exactly the same. For a man to say that, it was not an
exaggeration.
“Come on.” Li Shu said
in front of the tomb.
Zhang Qiu discovered
that he had come to the door of the tomb. In the early Han Dynasty, influenced
by the Qin Dynasty, the black and red colors were respected. The door of the
tomb was painted black and red. The ancient atmosphere of the carving, the wood
did not have a bit of decay. The two red-lacquered doors were closed. In a
split second, they returned to the millennium, in the court of the former Han
Dynasty.
Zhang YuShui returned
to senses, but his eyes were uncertain. He raised his hand and gently pushed
the two red-lacquered doors, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people
inside.
Zhang Qiu thought that
second brother was a little weird now. He looked at Li Shu subconsciously. Li
Shu seemed to know what he wanted to ask. For his peace of mind, Li Shu reached
out and naturally pulled his hand.
Zhang Qiu: …
Do not want to be pull,
hug, or raise high!
Forget it. Zhang Qiu’s eyes
on Li Shu were starting to kick up again; as long as you’re happy.
The door slowly opened,
and the dark chamber lit up in the next second. Zhang Qiu contracted his neck
in horror. Li Shu pressed Zhang Qiu’s hand, meaning not to be afraid.
“Not afraid.” Zhang Qiu
whispered, but his heart settled down.
Zhang YuShui walked in.
The tomb was very
large, the coffin had not yet been seen, and what came into his eyes was a
screen fold; silk embroidery sealed with transparent materials. Zhang Qiu could
not wait to feel the material that could make the silk inside immortal for
thousands of years. His eyes shifted to the content of the painting.
Fuck, I knew the little
emperor was a bent one. He was so shocked that he couldn’t believe he
was really bent, and that he could seamlessly docked and identified his
fellow-comrade.
Zhang Qiu was
frightened by his own ideas.
In the giant screen,
the little emperor was pressing his uncle to do something shameful. They didn’t
show anything under their clothes, but the contents of the painting could make
people blush and heartbeat quickened, knowing what they were doing.
The layout behind the
screen was like a dormitory, and some decorations appeared in the murals of the
little emperor’s dormitory.
According to this
assumption, the coffin of Pixian Hui Wang should be in the rear.
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The author has
something to say: what misunderstanding do you have of my Gong?
Li Shu is Gong, Zhang
Qiu is Shou, these two are main CP.
This universal base,
there will be many side cps, such as Zhang YuShui and Pixian Hui Wang, inspired
by the <Historical Records> ‘… Pixian Hui Wang Yan, Yongping 15th
year, Yan have a tolerance appearance, although Su Zhong(the emperor) took up
the throne, he was always around.’ But I have processed it in the text. Well,
it’s good to have fun.
The fierce and cruel
Emperor Gong X wife gently seeks power to usurp the throne Royal Uncle Shou
I will not stand on the
wrong side this time.
Footnote:
[1] Emperor Zhang of
Han was
an emperor of
the Chinese Han
dynasty from 75 to 88. He was the third emperor of the Eastern
Han.
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