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Chapter 219: End of the Sick Beauty Crown Prince Chapter【47】

Bamboo hut.

An Ting sat next to Situ Yue and watched him fishing. He had been staying with Situ Yue in this bamboo hut for more than ten years. Every day, he watched him fish, played chess with him, or watched him dance with his sword.

"Yue, if I suddenly leave one day, what will you do alone?"

"I can take care of myself on my own. Now that you are accompanying me in your soul state, aren't you the one who is busy with me alone?"

"I'm afraid there will be no one to talk to you after I leave, and you will be so lonely."

"I've long been used to being alone."

"I hope I can stay with you until you grow old, so we can go to the next world together."

Suddenly, Situ Yue heard unfamiliar footsteps. There were basically no outsiders here except himself, so he held the long sword in his hand vigilantly, and then walked to open the door.

The moment he opened the door, he saw Situ Ce standing outside. He was not wearing a dragon robe today, but a simple plain robe.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"What are you doing here?"

"Since Rong Hui's death, I feel that life has become more and more boring."

"What's with me?"

"Won't you treat me to a cup of tea?"

An Ting walked to Situ Yue's side, smiled and asked Situ Ce to come into the house.

"Your Majesty is here, please come in."

Situ Ce looked at An Ting, walked into the bamboo house and sat down. He asked curiously: "An Ting, why have you always refused to resurrect the body?"

"I have my reasons. Your Majesty, it's better not to interfere."

"Okay, anyway, I'm just here to ask for a cup of tea. After I finish drinking, I'll leave."

Situ Ce poured himself tea, because he knew that Situ Yue would not pour him tea.

He took a sip of hot tea, played with the cup, and then said to An Ting: "When I lied to Rong, saying that I would help him get revenge, he agreed to be with me. He didn't know that Situ Yue was still alive until his death. "

"Actually, Rong Hui looks quite similar to a friend I know."

"Really? That's a coincidence. I'm going to the mausoleum to see Rong Hui later. Do you want to come with me?"

Situ Yue immediately stopped him, "Rong Hui has nothing to do with An Ting. There is no need for him to go."

"I want to take a look. Anyway, he looks so similar to the former Rongchuan. Let's pay homage to him."

An Ting didn't know what was wrong with him, but he always felt in his heart that he should go take a look. This might be because Rong Hui was similar to Rong Chuan.

……

An Ting wanted to follow Situ Ce to the mausoleum to pay homage to Rong Hui. Situ became more and more worried about An Ting, so he went with him.

Arriving outside the tomb door, An Ting looked at the somewhat familiar tomb door in front of him.

"This……"

Seeing An Ting's surprised expression, Situ Ce asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"No, can I go in and have a look?"

"can."

An Ting walked in the middle of the tomb passage, with lamps burning on the stone walls on both sides. The lights illuminated the entire tomb passage brightly, and the murals on the stone walls could be clearly seen.

When An Ting saw the lifelike murals, he was shocked and froze.

"This is……"

Situ Ce proudly replied: "These lifelike murals were painted by Rong Hui. His painting skill is no less than that of the palace painters. Unfortunately, apart from these murals, he has never painted again."

"Whose life is painted here?"

"The pictures in the front are all about Situ Xi's life. It can also be said to be their first encounter."

When An Ting walked to a certain part of the mural, he asked Situ Ce doubtfully: "Is this mural depicting Situ Xi killing his brother and his mother?"

"No, what is painted here is Situ Xi massacring the city."

"What about here? Does the painting show Situ Xi forcibly taking over his brother's lover?"

"The picture here is that Situ Xi likes men."

An Ting walked forward and continued to ask: "What about here? Does it mean that Situ Xi devotes all his national strength to his lover?"

"No, this part was originally about me devoting all my national strength for him, but he imagined that Situ Xi did it for him, so he painted it like this."

"The bones are refined and the soul is imprisoned. Is it Situ Xi who painted it with me?"

"Well, the last man with long silver hair is me."

An Ting looked at these murals and smiled unconsciously.

"If these murals were passed down to later generations, it would probably be a different story."

"If you are not a person involved, how would you know what happened at that time?"

"The emperor's tomb that I once thought turned out to be Ronghui's tomb. If I hadn't come here to visit, I really wouldn't have known what the original tomb was like."

Situ Ce didn't understand the meaning of An Ting's words, but he didn't ask any more questions.

"Let's go. This is the last time I'm here. I'll let people drop a thousand pounds of stone later. From now on, I won't come again."

An Ting and Situ Yue returned to the bamboo hut, where they stayed for several more decades.

Situ Yue lay on the bed, and An Ting stayed by his side. When he died, An Ting cried with joy.

"An An."

An Ting looked at Situ Yue's true face, his handsome face, chiseled mandible, and piercing eyes. In just one second, he remembered his true appearance in his heart.