I Excavated an Emperor to Become a Wife.

Tan Cheng never thought about what Wu Hai said.

If he is for his own good, if he can be more rational, if he can quickly stop thinking about Su Jingmo...

But no if.

He can't forget Su Jingmo, he can't stop this liking.

Su Jingmo is like the air, which has permeated his whole body and mind long ago. He thought he would come out of the tomb dead, but it can be regarded as his fate. Now that he has left the tomb, he is the first person he wants to see It is Su Jingmo.

It was the first time for Tan Cheng to miss this kind of thing. Even though his injuries were not healed, when he thought of Su Jingmo looking at him with squinted eyes, Tan Cheng couldn't control anything.

Want to see him, want to see him, want to hug him!

It is a kind of sweetness that is treasured in the heart, and it is a kind of deep longing. Every word and every expression of Su Jingmo, like the bits and pieces in the memory brought up by strands of fog floating in the morning light, as long as you think of it, your heart will be filled with joy. Instantly, it's like pouring honey and sour pomelo, the sweetness is slightly sour, but it makes people addicted to it.

He couldn't wait, he wanted to say this feeling aloud, so full of passion that he couldn't express it.

Can't wait, can't forget, Tan Cheng thought, this must be deep love.

He didn't stay longer in Pingyao, Shanxi, and when he arrived in Xi'an in the afternoon, Tan Cheng couldn't help but wanted to go to Ninghua Village immediately, but when he saw his dirty clothes, Tan Cheng turned around and turned back. The school dormitory.

Avoiding the wound, he scrubbed and changed his spare glasses and clean clothes. After eating something at around five or six in the afternoon, Tan Cheng took a taxi and headed straight to Ninghua Village.

The country road that has not been repaired is a bit bumpy. The wound on Tan Cheng's waist that has not been removed is painful due to the bumps. He did not communicate with the driver too much. Tan Cheng looked out the car window at the fiery red sunset, and below the sunset was the No. [-] Tomb. in the mountains.

My heart started to mess up...

At the destination, Tan Cheng gave the taxi fare. The driver looked at the quiet village and couldn't help shaking

"Young man, what are you doing in this place where there are no birds and no people?" The murder case in Ninghua Village was covered up tightly. Except for some people who learned from the post on the Internet, most people still don't know, especially For these middle-aged drivers who don't surf the Internet very much, they don't care what happens on the Internet, and what they care about is only how to earn money to survive.

Tan Cheng just smiled and didn't answer.

The driver didn't answer anyone he saw, and didn't ask any more questions. He started the car and left Ninghua Village.

The sound of the car was getting farther and farther away, and the deserted village seemed even more silent. The sun almost set at seven o'clock, leaving only some halos to render the floating clouds.Against the backdrop of the mountains in front, there is a light layer of light, which makes it more lively, and the breeze is blowing, but it has a special flavor.

Tan Cheng walked forward slowly step by step. After climbing the mountain for a while, he finally reached the entrance of the tomb.

But for some reason, looking at the entrance of the cave, Tan Cheng didn't dare to take a step forward. His fingers trembled slightly, as if there was nowhere to put them. Tan Cheng licked his lips, clenched his fists, and forced himself to calm down, but it didn't seem Too much use.

He couldn't help laughing at himself, obviously there was no need to be so nervous, but thinking that the man was right here, thinking that he would see him soon, Tan Cheng actually felt a little timid.

People are wanderers who are timid when they are close to their hometown, but Tan Cheng didn't know that he would feel the same way when he went to see his loved one.

Shaking his head, Tan Cheng took a deep breath before lifting his foot and taking a step.

It was not night yet, and there were not many ghosts haunting the tomb, not to mention that Tan Cheng was wearing Su Jingmo's jade pendant, and those wandering ghosts avoided Tan Cheng far.

Walking through the ditch and stepping into the tomb passage, the sound of Tan Cheng's footsteps was very abrupt in the quiet tomb.

With the help of the light, Tan Cheng stared at the gate of the tomb not far away. His heart beat faster and faster, and his steps quickened at some point until he reached the gate of the tomb. trembling.

It took a long time for Tan Cheng to say:

"Jing Mo... I'm back..."

Tan Cheng, who was speaking, did not know that his voice was trembling slightly. It was a tremor from the bottom of his heart, which could not be suppressed even with all his strength. The strong friendship in his words overflowed through these few words. It spread to Su Jingmo's heart.

Su Jingmo, who was sitting at the stone table reading a book, looked at the book in his hand, feeling a little dazed.

He could sense who stepped into the mausoleum, let alone Tan Cheng who was wearing his jade pendant. He had sensed Tan Cheng's aura when Tan Cheng set foot on the hill, and knew that he had paused at the entrance of the cave for a long time before stepping on his feet. Entering the tomb, he could also feel Tan Cheng walking faster and faster in the tomb. At first he thought this person was a little funny, but when he felt Tan Cheng gently touch the door of the tomb, Su Jingmo couldn't hold back his smile , that cautious touch seemed to caress his back, with an indescribable ambiguity, it was clear that Tan Cheng hadn't touched him.

But when he heard Tan Cheng's short words, his calm heart was agitated by those trembling words.

Just like the pool of water he used to have in the garden of the Prince's Mansion, when the spring breeze blew up, the water rippled.

Obviously this person only walked for a while before he said a word, but Su Jingmo let him see through his thoughts completely.

And the book in Su Jingmo's hand has never turned a page since the moment he sensed Tan Cheng's aura...

This kind of cognition made Su Jingmo's eyes darken, he stood up a little irritably, threw the book in his hand on the table, Su Jingmo waved his hand, and the door of the tomb opened immediately.

The door of the tomb moved slowly, and Tan Cheng took two steps back. When the door opened, Tan Cheng stepped into the tomb.

He glanced around the tomb, and finally fixed his eyes firmly on the stone table on the left side of the tomb, because Su Jingmo was standing there.

Just like in memory, brocade clothes, a jade-colored hairpin inlaid with gold thread tied up her long black hair, with a smile on her mouth, and that pair of peach blossoms was full of smiles, standing with one hand behind her, It was full of the majesty of an emperor, but... for some reason, Tan Cheng felt a little alienated.

Su Jingmo just looked at Tan Cheng with a smile, and didn't take a step forward, just like an emperor receiving ministers, seemingly gentle but not close.

Tan Cheng's expectant eyes dimmed a bit.

Blinking, Tan Cheng sighed slightly in his heart, yes, Su Jingmo had always looked at him like this, and Tan Cheng didn't expect anything to change during this time.

"It seems..." Su Jingmo looked at Tan Cheng with a smile, "He came back intact?"

Seeing Su Jingmo's questioning, but he didn't intend to take a step closer, Tan Cheng raised his eyes and looked at him for a moment, then laughed after a while,

"Well, it's all good."

These words made Su Jingmo's crooked eyebrows slightly twitch. Tan Cheng smelled strongly of potion. How could he not be injured? He is a ghost, and he is extremely sensitive to the blood of living people. Tan Cheng was pale. It is impossible for the complexion and the smell of blood on the body to be uninjured.

Clearly lying.

It was obviously just a casual question, but he didn't care much about Tan Cheng's answer and he shouldn't care.

However, at this moment... he felt as if something had hit his heart, which made him uncomfortable.

Feeling uncomfortable, Su Jingmo broke the mask of the gentle smile, and sneered, "Pale complexion, unsteady steps, this looks intact? Tan Cheng, you really know how to tell lies."

Hearing Su Jingmo's words, Tan Cheng felt even more uncomfortable. He frowned and looked directly at Su Jingmo and said, "Then why do you ask again when you know I'm hurt? You're just asking out of polite concern, aren't you?" What? How I say it, how I do it is my business. Even if I get hurt, you won't care, will you?"

In fact, after saying this, Tan Cheng regretted it. If Su Jingmo didn't care at all, it would be absolutely impossible for Qu Zhiwen to rush over, even if it was to prevent Tan Cheng from dying so early and to help him find out the truth At least he cared about Tan Cheng's life.

Tan Cheng said this because he was full of longing and love, but was stung by this person's indifference.It is clear that Su Jingmo has no reason and no obligation to be responsible for Tan Cheng's thoughts...

I don't know what to say next,

The silence after Tan Cheng's outburst made Su Jingmo unable to bear to look at each other.

He didn't care much about how much he hurt people during his lifetime, and he didn't even think it mattered.It's just that Tan Cheng is different. He realizes that his words hurt the person in front of him, and Su Jingmo doesn't care...

Unlike Tan Cheng, Su Jingmo knew what would happen to him. He was more rational and restrained than Tan Cheng.Some things are untouchable, only cutting them off is good. Su Jingmo has always done a good job, and has never let emotion override reason.

However, at this moment, as if infected by Tan Cheng's spreading sadness,

However, Su Jingmo began to feel a little flustered in his heart. This was a feeling he had never felt before. This kind of panic was mixed with a kind of piercing grief and despair, which resounded in his heart. It was because he had an insight into the direction of the road ahead...

One person, one ghost... what future is there...

Su Jingmo closed his eyes, as if sighing, spit out a sentence

"It's not that I don't care..."

Just six words are like the wind passing through the mountain stream, slightly turbulent but shocking...