I Excavated an Emperor to Become a Wife.

He didn't know where Tan Cheng was taken, and he didn't know why. As soon as he got in the car, he felt so tired that he fell asleep. When he woke up again, he stayed in a big house.

Lying on Babu's bed, it was so dark that it looked like a scene from a horror movie, and Tan Cheng suddenly turned over and got up.

After pushing open the wooden door, Tan Cheng found that the house was huge and decorated like a Suzhou garden. There were two people at the door, one of whom was the man who led the school gate to block him.

"Your drowsiness is really long enough. The dose of medicine I gave you can only make you faint for two or three hours, but you have slept for a whole day."

"Did you drug me? When?" Tan Cheng was a little surprised. He didn't find anything wrong at all, so why did he get hit.

"You don't need to worry about it. In our line of work, how can there not be one or two unique skills?"

After speaking, the man made a gesture of invitation, "Mr. Su is waiting over there, I will take you there."

Tan Cheng nodded, then followed the man through the Su-style garden, and walked to a big room before meeting Mr. Su.

Sure enough, this person was the one I met at the hospital that day.

"Mr. Qin, we meet again. I didn't have time to say hello last time. I invite you to come to my house this time."

Tan Cheng looked at the man in front of him. He was indeed very similar to Su Jingmo, but his eyebrows and eyes were quite different. Su Jingmo liked to laugh, but this man was serious, and he spoke with a superior alienation. She was talking about Xu Xu, but she was probably only thinking about how to use him, Tan Cheng.

"You can just call me Tan Cheng. The kindness is hard to turn down. I have to come anyway." Tan Cheng said with a smile on his face, and the person in front of him was not angry, but just nodded.

"I know you are confused, so I won't beat around the bush. I just came here to tell you something, and of course I want you to convey something to me."

Tan Cheng didn't speak, but sat on a chair beside him and looked at the person in front of him coldly.

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not."

"I don't even know who you are, Mr. Su, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

"Ha, that's right, I forgot about that, my name is Su Weiran, and I'm an ordinary gongwu."

ordinary?Tan Cheng took a look at the decoration of the room, it was not ordinary at all...

"Of course my name is Su Weiran in this life."

This life?When Tan Cheng heard this, his complexion became a little ugly. Does this mean that he still remembers things from his previous life?

As if guessing what Tan Cheng was thinking, the person in front of him laughed: "I don't know why, but I remember things from my previous life, since I was born, the name Su Jingyan has been with me all my life."

"You are Su Jingyan?!"

Although Tan Cheng had already made some guesses, how could he know that this person actually remembered his previous life.If it was really Su Jingyan, then it was the person in front of him who made Jing Mo what he is now, and who made him immortal!

Thinking of this, Tan Cheng couldn't sit still at all, stood up, unlike Zhang Jun's swearing, swearing without seriousness, Tan Cheng was anxious, raised his hand and punched this person directly, there was no one else in the room, solemn He also looked like a literati, and he never thought that the scholar in front of him would do something, he couldn't avoid it, and he took a punch.

Before the man came back to his senses, Tan Cheng stretched out his hand and pulled the collar of the man in front of him, "What the hell have you done! You lived a happy life, where is Jing Mo! More than 600 years! Staying in that small One side of the world, without seeing the sun..."

Su Weiwei frowned, pushed Tan Cheng away fiercely, touched the corner of his blue mouth, and said Su Weiwei, "You think that's what I want? If it wasn't for Su Jingmo, he had planned a long time ago, do you think I would kill him?" Where is it buried?"

Seeing that Tan Cheng calmed down a bit, Su Weiran continued: "I see you are not stupid, you should also know that the tomb was built by Su Jingmo for himself, Su Jingmo should have told you."

Tan Cheng was speechless for a moment. Su Jingmo only told him that he didn't know about the tomb, but Tan Cheng also guessed that he was lying to him...

Seeing Tan Cheng's appearance, Su Wei frowned, "Could it be that he didn't tell you?"

Tan Cheng didn't answer, but just asked, "You mean, you don't want to? Then why did Jing Mo build such a big tomb?"

Su Weiran rubbed his tired eyes, and said: "Although I don't get along with him, and even more hostile, I really understand him in some aspects. I don't remember the things in the last life very clearly, but I just know that he was For Daxu, maybe he has already guessed Daxu's ending..."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, he was the one who asked me to bury him there, probably to keep the last bit of evidence of Daxu's existence. At that time, he probably knew something, so he..."

Tan Cheng was a little stunned, did Su Jingmo plan all of this?

How can this be!Who would push himself into that fire pit, who would let himself disappear in this world without another life?

However, a voice in Tan Cheng's heart told him that maybe this was the truth...

The sun sinks quickly at the end of autumn, and the uninhabited Ninghua Village is already quiet, but recently, for some reason, it has become even more gloomy.

Xi'an, where there is little rain in autumn and winter, is covered with dark clouds tonight, covering the sky with stars and bright moon. It seems that flowers, birds, insects and ants are afraid of such a heavy rain, and hide in their nests, keeping silent.

The wind was suppressed by the black cloud and howled in the hills, blowing the wooden pole on which the temporary wire was placed, and the torn wire hung on the slanted wooden pole in a twisted manner.

And the mausoleum hidden in the mountains and forests was so dark that nothing could be seen, and it was so quiet that nothing could be heard.

The ghost didn't feel tired, nor did he feel drowsy. Although he could see things in the dark clearly, after all, it was still brighter than before, which was still somewhat worse.

After that night, Tan Cheng didn't come again, but the rest of the people did come a lot. It's not boring to fight Su Jingmo with those people these days, but it's been five or six days, Tan Cheng But still didn't come...

Su Jingmo felt restless, and took a look at the history books on the side.

In the dark tomb, the words on the book could be read, but not so clearly. Su Jingmo frowned, and snapped the book shut.

Habit is a terrible thing, just like he is used to the bright tomb, without the light this day, he feels disgusted, whether it is clear or not has no effect on him, but he is aware of the light. The book is not very clear, the tomb is much colder...

He sat in this darkness for a whole day, and no one came to negotiate with him today, and the evil ghosts in this tomb didn't know what they were afraid of, and they all kept silent, without saying a word.

Su Jingmo snorted coldly, stood up abruptly, and the tomb became five minutes quieter in an instant.

Somewhat bored, he walked slowly around the tomb, thinking that he had never seen what was buried in the tomb after his death, Su Jingmo walked to the sarcophagus and waved gently, and the sarcophagus lid opened.

The cloth of the thousand-year-old corpse has decayed completely, leaving only some dark residues and the gold and silver threads on the cloth.

Because it is a soul body, it is impossible to get anything on his hands, so Su Jingmo rummaged through the black mud to find something.

Su Jingmo dug out a lot of jewels, and with a light blow, all the stains on the items disappeared. In the tomb of Daxu, the things placed in the coffin are extremely precious and priceless, and they are also the beloved treasures of the tomb owner during his lifetime. It's just that these things are really exquisite and priceless, but Su Jingmo doesn't remember liking these jades and treasures at all.

Looking at the ones with engravings, it was probably the objects offered by those ministers Fanbang back then, and he let the palace servants put them in the bedroom or warehouse.

This sarcophagus is very big, and there are many treasures, except for a few things that are often seen, Su Jingmo really has no image of the rest.

It's just that when he found an ordinary jade pendant in the sarcophagus full of treasures, Su Jingmo looked at it several times with some doubts. The jade pendant was carved very simply, which in his opinion was vulgar, without the slightest skill, and it was just a glance. It was carved by someone who is not good at it, and the quality of the jade is even more ordinary. It is the kind of jade that can be bought from small vendors. The word 'ink', to be honest, the word 'ink' makes this jade pendant, which is not outstanding, even more ugly.

He had never received anything like this before.

How could it be placed in this tomb?Su Jingmo shook his head, feeling amused again, maybe some little beauty thought of him and secretly put this thing on him when he was buried.

The worst jade pendant he had ever received was the jade pendant bought by that little official Shui Qingming with his savings.It's not right to say it's bad, the jade pendant was also worth a thousand taels at the time.

Su Jingmo loves beauties, but he also prefers women. All in all, there are only one or two men he has ever spoiled, but Shui Qingming still has some reflections on him. , is a well-informed person who knows how to advance and retreat without losing sense of proportion. Even if he married Lin Qing back then, this person came to give the jade pendant to Yan Yan.

It is the most gratifying one of his romantic debts. Recalling Shui Qingming, a scene popped into his mind, a strange person... Su Jingmo wanted to catch this trace of memory, but he couldn't recall it clearly anymore .

Feeling bored, after looking for these things, Su Jingmo wanted to put them back in the coffin, but thinking of Tan Cheng's obsession with these ancient relics, Su Jingmo paused, and then put these things on the stone table.

Maybe this person will come tonight, and then show him these vulgar things.

It's just that, not only for the next few days after this night, Tan Cheng never came again.

The author has something to say: true and false, false and true, everything is for himself.

As a mother, for the sexual happiness of her son Momo, she worked hard! (Slap——, slap myself, and the word happiness will be mistyped several times!)