Finally, they made a small gap above the cover.

"Snapped."

Suddenly there was a sound and the wooden hairpin broke.

"Look for it." Xue Bai continued to insert the half of the wooden hairpin in his hand and pinched it with his fingers to pry it hard.

Qing Lan quickly touched the other half, groping around Xue Bai's body for a while, and said happily: "There is a wooden stick!"

"Don't pull it out," Xue Bai said angrily.

Qing Lan gently pulled out the gun twice, was stunned for a moment, then gave up in frustration.

After groping for a while, she whispered: "I found it."

"It can't be pried anymore, let's scrape it."

The two of them could only raise their hands and scrape the soil in the gaps above bit by bit.

The soil fell all over them and was shaken by them to the bottom of the tank.

Progress is slow and the process takes a long time.

They maintained a half-crouched posture, their legs were entangled, their upper bodies were close to each other, and their hands could only go around each other's backs to scrape the gap above with difficulty.

Every breath seemed to take a long time, and my whole body felt so sore that it felt like it was going to break.

It was clearly winter, but the inside of the tank was getting hotter and hotter. The sweat of the two people flowed together, moistening the soil below.

Gradually, the soil beneath them became very thick and was compacted by them with their buttocks. The space in the big tank became smaller and smaller.

The cover still won't move.

"Shake the dirt."

After an unknown amount of time, Xue Bai felt the weight of the soil on his body and gasped.

Qing Lan did not cooperate with the shaking of the soil, and her whole body lay on top of him. She seemed to have fainted and twitched from time to time.

Xue Bai was dizzy and his fingers were weak. In his panic, half of the wooden hairpin fell off and he couldn't touch it in the dark.

He knocked on the cover.

The soil fell rustlingly, but it could no longer shake below their bodies, so it gradually engulfed their intertwined legs and their waists.

When the soil was almost buried in his chest, Xue Bai felt that his internal organs were being clenched tightly, feeling uncomfortable, weak, and unclear about his will.

A feeling of suffocation came over him, and he finally despaired and wanted to give up.

Suddenly, as if he had regained his memory, he saw some pictures in his mind... The carved balustrades and painted buildings in Pingkang Square were pinched by someone's neck. He struggled desperately, but could only see a pair of frightened eyes.

.

It's fear.

What is the murderer afraid of?

After that, he fell into a coma for a moment. No matter how hard he tried to recall, he only had memories of Xue Bai from later generations and a strong fear of death.

Suddenly, the will to survive drove Xue Bai to hold on.

"Sususususu..."

The soil fell like snow.

Something cold fell on Xue Bai's neck.

He couldn't help but get excited and slammed the cover.

"Bang."

It was as if the already weak heart suddenly started beating again.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, a tiny bit of light came in, like a grain of rice in the originally deep darkness, extremely precious.

"Bang!"

A little bright light like a grain of rice was scattered and turned into a ray of sunset.

Xue Bai felt that the hand that was holding his internal organs began to slowly loosen, and he was so frightened that he did not dare to move.

He thought of the memories of when he was suffocated just now, and suddenly felt confused. He didn't know whether he was a young man who lived in the Tianbao period and had a long dream when he was about to die, or whether a soul from later generations had taken over this body.

Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterfly, is it Ye Fei Ye?

No matter what, you have to work hard to live.

Xue Bai gasped, his nose opening and closing constantly, sweat dripping on Qinglan's loose black hair.

"Huh...huh..."

Qing Lan was also panting, and when she opened her eyes, she seemed to have been drunk and woke up in the sunset.

~~

The sunset casts its light on the spotless corridor.

In front of the steps, Li Jingzhong swept the snow off his red robe, took off his muddy boots, went up the corridor, and walked to a private room in the backyard.

The furnishings in the wing are simple but elegant, with a gentle fragrance floating around.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, admiring the snow.

He was not wearing a scarf, half of his white hair was visible, and his back was hunched over.

Only showing your back gives people an endless feeling of exhaustion.

"Your Highness." Li Jingzhong leaned down and called softly.

Li Heng did not answer, but murmured to himself: "Shrike flies in the east and swallows fly in the west. We will meet when Huang Gu and the Weaver Girl fly."

He let out a long sigh, and the white air dissipated in the sunset, feeling affectionate and helpless.

Li Jingzhong's eyes showed sadness and he said: "The people have been settled. The old slave has found a secluded place where no one will disturb him."

"Be sure to take good care of her daily life, and make sure there is no shortage of food and clothing."

"Please rest assured, Your Highness." Li Jingzhong said: "The important thing is that Your Highness must take good care of his body and not be sad and hurt his body."

"Isn't it sad? People are like swordsmen, and I'm like fish and meat."

Li Jingzhong lowered his body and said solemnly and consolingly: "Your Highness is not a fish on the ground, but a hidden dragon."

"Oh, Qianlong, even the last bit of dignity..."

Li Heng said, suddenly choked up.

There were tears falling on the window coffin. He held it with one hand and pinched the mahogany wood with his fingers angrily. His fingertips turned pale from too much force.

"He refused to give me even the last bit of dignity. He forced me to divorce my wife twice and taught the world how to look at me?!"

"Your Highness." Li Jingzhong shouted softly and said: "Your Highness, please bear with me... After all, it will not cause the longevity king to be embarrassed, let alone the deposed prince and three other people to be miserable."

Li Heng was speechless for a moment.

Li Jingzhong cleared up the phlegm, and her face became sadder, but there was a faint hint of excitement in her eyes.

"Today, a group of traitors are blind, mistaking the hidden dragon for a snake, and beating the snake to death. When the hidden dragon takes off in the future, this group of traitors will be defeated!"

~~

It's snowing again in the evening.

Snow fell on the plum branches in the courtyard, all over Chang'an City, and further out on the outskirts of the city.

In an uninhabited wilderness, a roar suddenly sounded.

A small piece of snow soil was arched up.

A hand reached out from it, and then someone crawled out of the ground with difficulty.

Like a humble ant.
Chapter completed!