I Excavated an Emperor to Become a Wife

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Chapter 73

Tan Cheng had never thought about what Wu Hai said.

If it was for his own good, if he could be more rational, if he could quickly stop thinking about Su Jingmo...

But there is no if.

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

Su Jingmo was like the air, it had already penetrated his whole body and mind. He originally thought he would not come out of the tomb alive, but he was lucky enough to escape. When he left the tomb, he was the first person he wanted to see. The one is Su Jingmo.

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

I want to see him, want to see him, want to hug him!

It is a kind of sweetness treasured in the heart, a deep desire. Every word and every expression of Su Jingmo is like the bits and pieces of memory brought up by the floating fog in the morning light. As long as I think of it, my heart The moment is like pouring honey and sour pomelo on it. There is a slight sourness in the sweetness, but it makes people addicted.

He couldn't wait, he wanted to express this feeling loudly, but he was full of passion but could not express it.

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

He didn't stay in Pingyao, Shanxi for a moment longer. When he arrived in Xi'an in the afternoon, Qin Cheng couldn't help but want to go to Ninghua Village immediately. However, when he saw his dirty clothes, Qin Cheng turned around and went back. into the school dormitory.

Avoiding the wound, he scrubbed and changed into spare glasses and clean clothes. At about five or six in the afternoon, after eating something casually, Tan Cheng took a taxi and headed directly to Ninghua Village.

The country road that had not yet been repaired was a little bumpy. The wound on Qin Cheng's waist that had not yet been stitched was aching slightly due to the bumps. He did not communicate much with the driver. Qin Cheng looked out the car window at the red sunset slanting to the west, and below the sunset was the No. 1 tomb. In the mountains.

My heart started to get out of order...

When they arrived at the destination, Tan Cheng paid the taxi fare. The driver looked at the quiet village and couldn't help but tremble.

"Young man, what are you doing in this uninhabited place?" The murder case in Ninghua Village was well covered up. Except for some people who learned about it from the Internet post, most people still don't know, especially For these middle-aged drivers who don't use the Internet very much, they don't care what happens on the Internet. All they care about is how to make money and make a living.

Tan Cheng just smiled and did not answer.

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

The sound of cars became farther and farther away, and the village without a soul became even more silent. The sun almost set at seven o'clock, leaving only some halo to highlight the floating clouds. The mountains in front are illuminated with a shallow light, giving it a little more vitality, and the breeze blows, giving it a unique 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 cave entrance right in front, Tan Cheng didn't dare to take another 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 seemed Not of much use.

He couldn't help but smile to himself. There was no need to be so nervous, but thinking that that person was here and thinking that he would see him soon, Tan Cheng actually felt a little timid.

Everyone is shy when traveling to their hometown, but Tan Cheng didn't know that he would also feel like this when he went to meet the one he loved.

Shaking his head, Tan Cheng took a deep breath before lifting his feet and taking steps.

It was still dark, so there were not many ghosts and ghosts in the tomb, not to mention that Tan Cheng was wearing Su Jingmo's jade pendant, and those wandering ghosts avoided Tan Cheng at a distance.

After walking through the ditch and entering the tomb passage, the sound of Tan Cheng's footsteps was very abrupt in the quiet tomb.

By the light, Tan Cheng stared at the door of the tomb not far away. His heart beat faster and faster, and his pace also sped up at some point. Until he reached the door of the tomb and looked at the ink characters above the white marble door, Tan Cheng's heart Trembling.

His fingers gently touched the stone door, and it took a long time for Tan Cheng to say:

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

Tan Cheng, who was speaking, didn't know that his voice was trembling slightly. It was the trembling from the bottom of his heart that he couldn't suppress even with all his efforts. The deep friendship in his words just spilled out through these few words. It reached Su Jingmo’s heart.

Su Jingmo, who was sitting at the stone table and reading, looked at the book in his hand with a hint of confusion.

He could sense who had stepped into the mausoleum, not to mention Tan Cheng who was wearing his jade pendant. He had already sensed Tan Cheng's aura when Tan Cheng stepped onto the mausoleum, and knew that he paused at the entrance of the cave for a long time. Stepping into the tomb, he could also feel Tan Cheng walking faster and faster inside the tomb. He originally thought this man was a bit funny, but when he felt Tan Cheng gently touch the door of the tomb, Su Jingmo couldn't help but smile. , that cautious touch seemed to be caressing his back, with an indescribable ambiguity, and it was clear that Tan Cheng had not touched him.

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

Just like the pool of water in the garden of his former prince's residence, the spring breeze suddenly stirred up microwaves on the surface of the water.

It was obvious that this man had just walked for a while and said a word, but Su Jingmo could completely see through his thoughts.

And the book in his hand, Su Jingmo,

Ben, from the moment he sensed Tan Cheng's aura, he never turned a page again...

This realization made Su Jingmo's eyes darken, and he stood up a little irritably, throwing the book in his hand on the table. Su Jingmo waved his hand, and the door to 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 the memory, she is dressed in rich clothes, with a jade-colored hairpin inlaid with gold threads tying up her long black hair. There is a smile on her lips, and her pair of peach blossoms are full of smiles. She stands with one hand behind her back. , 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 did not take another step forward. He was like an emperor receiving ministers, seemingly gentle but not close.

Tan Cheng's expectant eyes dimmed a little.

After blinking, Tan Cheng sighed slightly. Su Jingmo had always looked at him like this, and Tan Cheng didn't expect anything to change during this period.

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

Seeing that Su Jingmo was asking questions but had no intention of taking a step closer, Tan Cheng raised his eyes and looked at him for a moment, and then started to laugh after a while.

"Well, everything is fine."

These words made Su Jingmo's crooked eyebrows move slightly. Tan Cheng's body exuded a strong smell of potion. How could he not be injured? He was a ghost, and he was extremely sensitive to the blood of living people. Tan Cheng's face was pale. There was no way his face and the smell of blood on his body were not injured.

An obvious lie.

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

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

Feeling uncomfortable in his heart, Su Jingmo broke the mask of his gentle smile and gave a rare sneer, "Your face is pale and your steps are unsteady. You seem to be intact? Tan Cheng, you are really good at telling lies."

Hearing Su Jingmo's words, Tan Cheng felt even more uncomfortable. He frowned and looked directly at Su Jingmo and said, "Then you know I'm injured, why do you ask again? Isn't it just polite concern that you ask?" What? What I say and what I do is my business. Even if I get hurt, you won’t care, right? "

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

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

I don't know what to say next,

The silence after Tan Cheng's outburst made Su Jingmo couldn't help but look away.

He hurt so many people during his lifetime, but he didn't care much about it, and he felt it didn't matter. But this Tan Cheng was different. He realized that his words hurt the person in front of him, and Su Jingmo was not indifferent in his heart...

Unlike Tan Cheng, Su Jingmo understood how he would end up. He had more sense and restraint than Tan Cheng. Some things cannot be touched, only cutting them off is good. Su Jingmo has always done a good job and has never let emotions override reason.

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

Su Jingmo began to panic in his heart. This was something he had never felt before. This panic was mixed with a kind of deep sorrow and despair that resounded in his heart. That was because he understood the direction of the road ahead... ..

One person, one ghost...what future can there be...

Su Jingmo closed his eyes, as if sighing, and uttered a sentence

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

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

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