I Excavated an Emperor to Become a Wife.

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

This sigh-like voice was different from Su Jingmo's usual one, less combing and less cynical.

Tan Cheng couldn't tell how he felt when he heard this sentence. He seemed to be able to feel the complex emotions in Su Jingmo's words, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Suddenly, he felt a wave of sadness all over his body, which made Tan Cheng feel a pain in his heart, and walked quickly to Su Jingmo.

Staring at Su Jingmo who said that sentence and never looked at him again, Tan Cheng was a little at a loss.

"I, I don't know what to say..."

Tan Cheng grabbed Su Jingmo's hands in a panic. Those hands were different from his hands exuding warmth. Tan Cheng's fingers would be frozen due to the cold in winter, but Su Jingmo was different. He His hands are long and beautiful, but cold and lifeless...

This kind of touch makes Tan Cheng feel uncomfortable. It is clear that he has pulled this person into his hands, but he seems to be holding nothing, as if touching the void, reminding Tan Cheng that Su Jingmo is different from him. ...

Thinking of this, Tan Cheng couldn't help pulling Su Jingmo's hand even tighter.

"I can't control myself. If I'm more rational, if I'm more sober, I shouldn't be close to you, and stay away from you. The farther the better."

Tan Cheng's words pulled Su Jingmo out of his thoughts, narrowing his eyes slightly, Su Jingmo chuckled lightly as usual, "It's not too late to stay away now."

Having said that, Su Jingmo pursed his lips, and took a step back calmly, trying to pull his hands away, but Tan Cheng was holding on tightly, and when he sensed that he wanted to break free, he took a step closer and raised his hand. Hands embraced his whole body.

This made Su Jingmo's eyes darken. He had been the emperor for nearly ten years, and before he became emperor, he was a prince of a wealthy emperor's family. No one who broke into his world dared to force him like this...

Thinking of this, Su Jingmo raised his hand to push Tan Cheng away, but he didn't know if he touched Tan Cheng's wound, and Tan Cheng's muffled hum came from his ear, which made Su Jingmo stop his movements involuntarily.

Hugging Su Jingmo tightly, he naturally knew that Su Jingmo wanted to push him away, but unfortunately Su Jingmo's hand just touched his waist, and that part happened to be where he was injured. The slight pain made Tan Cheng gasp instinctively, but he found that because of his low breath, Su Jingmo stopped his movements abruptly.

Su Jingmo's hair lightly brushed the tip of Tan Cheng's nose, and Tan Cheng pursed his lips. The two were about the same height, so he simply relaxed his body and rested his chin gently on Su Jingmo's shoulder.

Feeling that Su Jingmo's body was slightly stiff, Tan Cheng raised his lips slightly in his arms where the man could not see...

Su Jingmo has been living in the clouds since he was a child, and he is used to it, so he naturally doesn't like people confronting him. Maybe... if he changes his method... Su Jingmo won't be so resistant?

"Hiss! Don't move, it hurts."

Although he didn't feel that pain...

However, Su Jingmo stopped struggling because of Tan Cheng's words, and Tan Cheng only heard Su Jingmo's shallow sigh.

Tan Cheng's words and actions really made Su Jingmo a little dumbfounded. He couldn't see that Tan Cheng was pretending, allowing Tan Cheng's hug, there was more or less the emotion that he wanted to ignore...

He is not a living person, but a ghost. Of course, he can feel where Tan Cheng's wound is, and he knows that his actions will not hurt this person, but when he heard Tan Cheng's gasp, his heart still tightened. Although it wasn't long, he met too many people because of his position... and some of these people admired his appearance, but those people were different from Tan Cheng. This person... only thought about it from the beginning to the end. He, what's more, was injured because of him... He obviously didn't have the skills, and he was just a scholar...

That's all...

Su Jingmo gently closed his eyes

...but just a hug...give it to him...

It's just that Su Jingmo didn't know that the smile on his face when he was embraced by Tan Cheng had never been seen before...

Not knowing what to say, Tan Cheng stretched out his hand to support his glasses on the bridge of his nose, then hugged Su Jingmo tightly, and just stood there without saying a word.

It's been a long, long time... This kind of quietness has actually given Tan Cheng a thought that it's good to live like this...

The air in the tomb was not very smooth, but it didn't feel stuffy because of the coldness. Neither of them spoke, which made it obvious that the tomb was extremely quiet, only the sound of water drops falling on the stone slabs could be heard from nowhere.

Su Jingmo's tomb is really beautiful. I don't know who chose it as the tomb at that time, and who made the tomb so beautiful. Tan Cheng raised his head slightly to look at the top of the tomb, and saw it for the first time a few months ago. Stepping into this tomb, Tan Cheng felt that although the tomb was gloomy, it was far less gloomy than the other tombs he had seen. It was because of the colorful murals and the treasures embedded in the murals.

However, it stands to reason that mountain murals that have been buried for thousands of years will quickly deteriorate and lose color due to sudden contact with the outside air. Therefore, archaeologists will bring a camera every time they enter the tomb. Hastily took pictures and left images.

It's just that the murals in Su Jingmo's tomb don't seem to be affected at all...

I don't know who inlaid these warm-colored treasures back then, and who used what method to keep the murals from disappearing...

Thinking of this, Tan Cheng felt a little suffocated in his heart, and he was a little jealous...

He also gave Su Jingmo something of his own...

Suddenly thinking of the black jade hairpin in his bag, Tan Cheng couldn't help but glance at the top of Su Jingmo's hair. As far as he could see, he could see Su Jingmo's dark and smooth long hair. The topknot on his head was only a white jade dragon pattern hairpin Fixed, seemingly simple, but overflowing with the spirit of an emperor, Tan Cheng knows the treasure, and he can tell at a glance that Su Jingmo's seemingly simple hairpin is probably priceless... I don't know if I want to give Su Jingmo that black hairpin. Does Su Jingmo like the lacquered hairpin...

Sighing lightly, Tan Cheng buried his head on Su Jingmo's neck, and a cold breath rushed into the tip of his nose. For some reason, Tan Cheng felt that the person in his arms had a faint fragrance. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but this kind of Although the fragrance is light and light, Tan Cheng fell in love with it.

I couldn't help turning my head and sniffing lightly. The faint smell seemed to be stronger, and it passed into Tan Cheng's nose, into his lungs, and engraved into his heart...

There seemed to be something in his heart that was about to overflow, Tan Cheng clenched his hands tightly, closed his eyes and kissed Su Jingmo's temples.

"Tan Cheng!"

The slightly hot breath from the temples caused Su Jingmo to change his face, and said in a low voice.

They were so close together that he could naturally notice Su Jingmo's trembling. Seeing that the man seemed to want to break free, Tan Cheng quickly relaxed his body and leaned against Su Jingmo's body, and said in a slightly 'weak' way:

"Don't move, your waist still hurts, it won't be good if the stitched wound bursts."

The hug has been held for long enough, and Su Jingmo was a little impatient, and said coldly: "Why don't you let go quickly and go to the doctor to see? This hug can heal illnesses and heal injuries?"

He also knew that Su Jingmo had realized that he was pretending, but Tan Cheng didn't intend to let go. It was hard to get a hug. If he let go now, he didn't know when he would be able to hug this person in his arms.

Tan Cheng didn't reply either, he was silent for a while before he said, "I won't let it go, I won't let it go for the rest of my life."

Tan Cheng's words made Su Jingmo stunned for a moment. Through Tan Cheng's shoulder and neck, he looked at the gate of the white marble tomb. The carvings on it were exactly the same as those on the main gate of the palace where he lived, but the direction was opposite...

Born to the sky, born to the earth...

"A lifetime?" Su Jingmo's voice became much colder, "You have that lifetime, but mine disappeared a thousand years ago."

Su Jingmo's words were full of coldness. If others heard it, they would break out in a cold sweat. How can this sound be made by a human being? It is clearly the voice of a ghost...

However, Tan Cheng was not that other person. When Su Jingmo said this, he only felt a dull pain in his heart.

"I've thought about it, I've thought about it, it's not a blessing to live and die in this tomb...I can't solve the formation of this tomb, and I don't want to do it in my heart. If this formation What will happen if you untie it? Are you reincarnated or ashes..."

Tan Cheng didn't want to say that word, let alone it happened. After a pause, Tan Cheng continued: "If it's for your own good, I should help you leave this tomb, but... I can't imagine that you don't remember me, I I don’t even want to lose you. As you said, I can’t be sure who I was with in my last life, and I can’t be sure who you will be with in reincarnation. I can’t accept it, and I dare not think about it! It’s better to stay in In this big tomb, at least you remember me, at least only I can get close to you!"

Tan Cheng was very emotional, and he let go of Su Jingmo slightly. Tan Cheng took Su Jingmo's hands, stared into Su Jingmo's eyes and said, "This time I go to Pingyao, and my life is hanging by a thread. I thought I was going to die there, but I didn't want to, and I didn't want to, so I tried my best to survive, at least not to die in that tomb... Su Jingmo, do you know why?"

Su Jingmo vaguely guessed what Tan Cheng wanted to say, and couldn't help frowning, "I don't want to,"

It's just that before he finished speaking, Tan Cheng cut off his words first.

"That's because! If I die, I'd rather die in this tomb. In that case, I can be with you for ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years... I'll be with you all the time... But I'm still a little unwilling, after all, I promised that companion , I will go down to see him after I figure out all this."

"If I hadn't faced death, I wouldn't have thought that I would love you so much... I like history, archaeology, and touch the unknown past with my hands and eyes, but... I love you even more..."

It is very simple to say the word love casually, but few people can express it with sincerity...

Tan Cheng's love was so heavy that Su Jingmo couldn't say a word of denial, let alone a word of rejection, not only because of Tan Cheng's seriousness and affection, but also because of that word, the person in front of him, which made his whole heart tremble. Endless...

For the first time, Su Jingmo didn't avoid Tan Cheng's gaze, but he didn't answer either. He just squeezed Tan Cheng's hands and asked with a smile:

"What day is it today?"

I don't know why Su Jingmo asked this, but Su Jingmo's little action obviously made Tan Cheng happy, so he thought about it before saying, "It should be the twentieth day of the ninth lunar month."

"September [-]th...the cold dew has passed...it seems that this day is about to change..."

"Well, it's starting to get cold..."

Su Jingmo looked at Tan Cheng, smiled and said nothing, stepped forward and gently leaned on Tan Cheng's shoulder...

"I remember that September 29 is my birthday..."

Weird saying: Love should be talked slowly...