"Who are you?" the old man enquired...
"Who are you?" the old man enquired courteously
"I am Princess Fragrance's sister," Huo Qingtong replied
"Ah!" another of the Muslim suddenly shouted to the other mourners"It's Mistress Huo Qingtong!"
"Let us open up her grave," she said, and Chen and the heroes started work helped by several of the MuslimsThey shifted the earth as fast as they could and in a moment, had uncovered the stone slab placed over the graveThey lifted the slab up and a perfumed fragrance emergedBut when they looked inside, they found the grave was empty
Chen took a burning torch from one of the mourners and held it over the grave openingOn the floor was a small pool of blood and the piece of jade that he himself had given her
"We brought Princess Fragrance's remains here and buried them ourselves," said the Muslims"We have not left this spot sinceHow could her body have gucci bags discount disappeared?"
"She was so wondrously beautifulPerhaps she was a spirit that descended to earth," Luo Bing suggested"Now she has returned to Heaven
Chen bent down into the grave and picked up the piece of jadeSuddenly, he began to cry, the tears running down his face like rainShe was so beautiful, so purePerhaps she was a spirit
The people sighed and covered up the grave once more, and as they finished the work, a large jade-coloured butterfly appeared and began dancing to and fro above the pile of earth
Chen turned to the old man"I will write a few wordsPlease ask a master carver to erect a stone engraved with the inscription on this spot," he said
The old man nodded, and Xin Yan gave him ten taels of silver to cover the costThen he took writing implements from his bag and handed them to Chen
Chen raised his writing brush and wrote: "Fragrant Tomb" in large charactersThen rolex sport watch after a moment's thought, he wrote:
"Vast, vast sadness, Boundless, boundless loss The song has ended, The moon has been snatched away In the midst of the mournful city There is a patriot's blood Patriotism is sometimes exhausted Blood sometimes runs dry But the thread of your fragrant spirit has not been snapped! Is it not so? You have become a butterfly
The heroes stood for a long time in silenceOnly when the eastern sky was already light did they mount up and ride off westwards
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