The beauty of the lady

357 Chapter 3 Respective Marriage ([-])
He felt that he had treated him badly in this life, but only she knew in her heart how happy she was.

Feeling uncomfortable after sitting for too long, Chunqin, who had already turned her head, noticed it and stepped forward to help her move a little.

Zhou Mei, who is already 30 years old, is pregnant again, and now she is seven months pregnant, and she will give birth in February or March next year.

The imperial doctor had already diagnosed him, and the prince was still in his stomach, which made Ye Zhen very disappointed. Even the little guy Ye Xiao was talking about wanting a younger sister all day long, but I'm sorry, their mother let them down again.

The drawings are very cumbersome, and there are various organs on the facade, and the murals are even more cumbersome and gorgeous, and there are also the epitaphs of the two of them, but it is not up to him to decide. He only needs to wait for someone to write the epitaphs for them after they die.

It's just because of the beauty that she feels a little wasteful.

It's just a dead person, why build the mausoleum after death like this, what effect can it have?
"Xin Jue, these bengong are not satisfied."

Mo Xinjue felt that there might be some surprises, and looked up at the empress in astonishment.

When he came, he brought five blueprints of the mausoleum, each of which was extremely gorgeous and mechanical, and he didn't expect the empress to be dissatisfied.

Although their Mohist school is not considered to be all-powerful, it is not inferior to the former builders, and he is even known as a rare genius in the Mohist family for hundreds of years. These are all his hard work.

Seemingly feeling the thoughts in his heart, Zhou Mei smiled and raised her hand to press it down, reassuring him.

"I also ask the empress to make it clear that Cao Min will revise it again."

"Your mausoleums are very good. You are worthy of being the head of the Mohist family. But this palace should not be so cumbersome, and you don't need to use organs and the like. You only need to build a secret ice cellar, and nothing else is necessary."

"But..." Their mausoleum is an imperial mausoleum, so it's too shabby to just need an ice cellar.

"I heard that there is a ten thousand year old ice in the extreme north, its hardness is rare in the world, you can use that ice to build two coffins for me and the emperor, the tomb doesn't need to be too big, It doesn’t need to be too cumbersome, anyway, you can’t see it after death, and no one will enter the mausoleum when the door is closed, as for the burial, there is no need for it at all, no one spends it.”

"Empress, this is not in line with the system."

"If it's a bit inconsistent, then build a coffin for two people."

"..." Mo Xinjue was a little speechless.

It was simple enough, but now it is still placed in a coffin. The ice is very hard. It is more difficult to open the coffin after closing it than the first time.

"Xin Jue, what do you think is the difference between people?"

"Naturally there is a big difference."

"Maybe, that's living." She hooked her lips and smiled slightly: "It's the same after death. You are no more noble than other dead people. There are countless treasures in the tombs of emperors in the past. In the end, the cheapest ones are just grave robbers. It’s okay when the world is still there, but if one day the Great Yan Dynasty Building collapses, all the mausoleums will become a joke.”

"But if it is true as what your mother said, even if there is nothing in it, what should be stolen will still be stolen. Although the grassroots of the Mohist organization dare not say that it is the best in the world, it is not so simple to want to rob the tomb."

"You're wrong, I just don't want to burden the living."

Outside, a bright girl in a purple dress came in, followed by two maids.

"My son, please greet the queen mother."

"Gu Lun, you're here."

"Concubine Xu came over just now, and then I greeted my queen." She said, seeing the soft and cold boy standing beside her, she said "Hey", "Mother, is there any guest?"

"That's right, this is the current head of the Mo family who built mausoleums for emperors in the past, Mo Xinjue." Zhou Mei laughed.

"Oh!" Gu Lun nodded, and just about to say something to Zhou Mei, he suddenly turned his head to look at the boy, and opened his mouth and said, "Little brother?"

"Xin Jue has met Princess Gu Lun."

"Pingshen, don't be too polite, I didn't expect my little brother to enter the palace. Queen Mother, what is the purpose of building the mausoleum..."

"The emperors of all dynasties will build a mausoleum for themselves on the day they ascend the throne. He is here to build the mausoleum for your mother and your father."

Gu Lun's little face turned pale at the time, "But the queen mother is still very healthy, and the emperor father is also in his prime, why do you need to repair it now?"

"It's a rule, and it doesn't mean that you have to live in it after it's repaired. What are you worried about?"

"Gu Lun is sad, but Gu Lun will be with his mother for the rest of his life." When she thought that her mother would be gone one day, she was so worried that she wanted to cry.

"Yes, the queen mother also wants to stay with Gu Lun for the rest of her life." After finishing speaking, she looked at Mo Xinjue and said, "Let's stay in the palace for lunch. Is there a place to live in the capital?"

"Thank you, Ma'am, Cao Min bought a house in the capital."

"That's good. It will be inconvenient for you to be a child in the capital. If you have something to do, you can find two adults at the Duke's Mansion or the Marquis of Changle Mansion."

"Yes!"

At noon, Ye Zhen and Ye Xuan walked in, and seeing Mo Xinjue was still here, Ye Zhen felt that this boy was a bit weird, he looked more feminine than a woman, and his whole body was cold, he didn't know how he grew up.

Mo Xinjue greeted everyone, and then sat at the dinner table with them.

Five years have allowed Ye Cheng to grow into a handsome and steady boy, but when facing Zhou Mei, he still has many expressions.

After Ye Zhen listened to Zhou Mei's words, before he could say anything, Ye Zhen took over the conversation.

"Mother, just build an ice cellar, you are too casual."

"What's wrong with being casual?"

"An ice coffin is an ice coffin. There is nothing to say about this son, but he was not buried with him at all. Is the son so unfilial? He always has to stuff his parents full of treasures."

"Yeah!" She nodded, "Then in the next hundreds or thousands of years, I will cheapen those petty thieves."

"No, the son will dig the tomb of his parents thousands of feet underground, and I will see who can steal it."

This sentence made everyone present laugh, and Mo Xinjue's cold expression also seemed to have a little smile on it.

The beautiful little face of Ye Xi next to her suddenly flushed twice.

After having lunch in the palace, Mo Xinjue left.

Ye Yu hugged Zhou Mei and drank tea in the warm pavilion in the side hall. The snowflakes were falling outside, but the rustling gave off a sense of silence.

"I'm thirty-five this year, and Meier is already thirty."

"Well, but the emperor still doesn't look old in the slightest, he still looks like the elder brother of Yu'er."

"You, what are you talking about." Ye Xuan laughed, and then left a light and delicate kiss on her lips, with his palm gently attached to her lower abdomen, and he stopped when he felt a vibration, "This kid It's lively."

(End of this chapter)