Chapter 38 Pull her into the grave and kiss his smile
The cemetery occupies the most beautiful scenery on the top of the mountain. The garden is expanded with the mountain as the center, and seasonal bouquets are planted in all seasons that never wither.
It is beautiful no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter.
The outer area was blocked by a dense bamboo forest, and the scenery here could not be seen at all. When Su Luo was pulled in by him, she was still a little shocked.
"This is……"
"The tomb of my queen mother." Mo Jin looked normal, no trace of grief on his face, but because he was too calm, Su Luo felt something was amiss.
Perhaps the calmer it is, the more turbulent it becomes, or perhaps it is often turbulent, but has already calmed down.
Su Luo looked at his expression cautiously. Mo Jin's eyebrows were smooth, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he pulled her to the grave. Su Luo became more and more worried.
He raised his hand and wiped the tombstone. He didn't know where he pressed, but the tombstone slowly moved to the left, revealing a secret passage that was wide enough for one person to pass through.
Mo Jin walked away, and Su Luo hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether she should follow.
"Are you scared?" The man's voice showed no emotion.
"No." Su Luo felt embarrassed in her heart, but smiled obediently, "Why would I be afraid of following the prince? The prince will protect Luoer and won't let Luoer get hurt."
She was brainwashing Mo Jin, strengthening his subconscious mind to protect himself.
Some people really like the feeling of being depended on.
You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing your child. Su Luo lifted her skirt slightly and walked into the grave cautiously.
The tomb was gloomy, cold and oppressive. Mo Jin blew a fire stick to light the hanging lamp on the wall, dimly illuminating the surroundings.
In the middle of the tomb, in the concave area, there was a coffin buried with its surface exposed.
The coffin was different from the black and brown ones on the market. It was dyed red, making everything look weird. Su Luo was inexplicably scared, but when she saw Mo Jin's expression was normal, she knew that she couldn't show any fear.
His mother was buried in that coffin, and if she showed even the slightest fear, Mo Jin would be disgusted.
Not only that…
Looking at the handfuls of dirt that fell on the coffin, as if they had fallen from above, Su Luo knelt down, leaned over, and obediently, respectfully, and seriously wrapped up the dirt with a handkerchief.
"what you do?"
Mo Jin stared at the skinny girl kneeling on the ground. From his standing angle, she looked pious and serious, fragile and humble, wiping his mother's coffin bit by bit.
"The Queen Mother's coffin is dirty, wipe it."
Su Luo was terrified, but she also wondered where her father and brother, whose bodies had never been found, had been buried so hastily. She wondered if anyone had polished their coffins as meticulously as she had.
Every grave and every corpse represents a loved one that others long to see but cannot.
Just thinking of this, Su Luo was no longer afraid and wiped the dirt off the coffin very cleanly.
Mo Jin stared at the woman's profile for a long time, and actually smiled, which was a rare occurrence.
Whether it was insincere or she was taking advantage of the situation, it was acceptable as she acted so seriously.
"The Queen Dowager must have been a person who loved beauty when she was alive, so the prince painted the coffin red." Su Luo carefully broke the atmosphere.
"Yes." Mo Jin nodded, "Mother likes red."
Then, Mo Jin stood in front of the coffin for a long time, his face silent and silent.
There seemed to be a subtle sadness and sorrow that flashed across his eyes. He disguised himself too well. No matter what he was thinking, his face was always calm. Su Luo could not tell his emotions at all.
As a concubine, she can enter the imperial mausoleum.
Why wasn't she buried in the imperial mausoleum? Mo Jin buried her here with great care.
Su Luo certainly didn't dare to ask, she whispered cautiously: "It's okay, Your Majesty, I will accompany you from now on..."
Hearing this, Mo Jin's eyes flashed with shock. He glanced at her sideways and suddenly sneered, "You liar. Will you accompany me?"
"Yes. I will accompany the prince."
"What if you don't accompany me? I'll kill you?" Mo Jin laughed viciously.
Su Luo's face stiffened slightly, and she quickly smiled: "Your Highness can't bear to kill me."
"You really know how to comfort yourself." Mo Jinjun's face was cold.
Su Luo ignored him. After wiping the coffin clean, she lit three incense sticks, knelt on the ground and offered sacrifices respectfully, burning paper money one by one into the iron basin.
"If the Queen Dowager knows, please bless the Prince Regent with peace, happiness, and good fortune. Especially bless... the Prince Regent..." Su Luo lowered her voice to an extremely low level, whispering with a malicious tone, "Change his moody temper. If he doesn't marry a girl, he'll be a widow for life."
"What did you say?" Mo Jin squatted down and pinched the back of her neck.
"I didn't say anything—"
"Who is widowed?"
Su Luo felt an itch on the back of her neck and said hurriedly, "I am a widow, I am a widow."
"Haha." Mo Jin smiled, his thin lips formed a charming arc, and his handsome face became lively, like a spring breeze blowing across a thousand-mile frozen lake, which was about to melt.
Su Luo quickly held his face and kissed the upturned corner of his lips.
"What are you doing?" Mo Jin pushed her away!
The kneeling Su Luo was pushed to sit on the ground. She smiled without getting angry, licking the corner of her lips with the tip of her tongue, like a lively and seductive little elf.
She said, "Kissing the prince's smile."
"Boring!" Mo Jin snorted and left her in the grave. When he turned around, the smile on his lips widened several times.
Su Luo followed slowly.
When walking out of the cemetery, Su Luo looked at Mo Jin who was walking alone in front of her, and suddenly felt like teasing him, so she ran up to him and held his hand tightly!
Mo Jin's palm was burned by the slender fingers and he subconsciously shook them off. However, Su Luo said to him arrogantly: "Want to shake them off? No way!"
"...Su Luo, are you so arrogant?"
"How dare Luo'er be so arrogant in front of the prince?" Su Luo whispered unconfidently, "It's been an hour since I came out. I have to go back, otherwise my husband will come looking for me."
When Su Luo deliberately mentioned the word "husband", she inadvertently observed Mo Jin's expression, trying to see a little bit of jealousy or a frown on his face. However, Mo Jin, who saw through her little thoughts, looked normal without any ripples, and Su Luo's heart fell.
Don't you care?
All right……
But she didn't notice that when she mentioned the word "husband", Mo Jin's fingertips tightened slightly.
Su Luo walked out of the mausoleum and headed towards the halfway point of the mountain. From afar, she could see the Marquis and other nobles enjoying the flowers together.
Li Jiaojiao and Zhou Yan had a quarrel, but Zhou Yan did not try to comfort her and just walked away, leaving Li Jiaojiao in tears.
Li Ziyan, who was busy dealing with the ladies, naturally had no time to take care of this matter.
Li Zi Yan was dressed luxuriously today, with her hairpins piled with gold and jade, and her head shining with gold. Even the clothes she wore had intricate stitching and were decorated with many flowers.
That was the most expensive set of headgear and skirts in the Huashang shop, and many ladies stopped at nothing because it was so expensive. One set cost one thousand taels.
The wife of the Left Censor-in-Chief laughed and jokingly said, "The wife of the Marquis of Jing'an is truly blessed."
Who wouldn’t say she is blessed when seeing her?
Her master, Marquis Jing'an, had made great military achievements, and her son was the crown prince and still served in the army. Although her daughter-in-law had fallen on hard times, she was also wealthy, which just made up for the fact that their family had achievements but no money.
Li Ziyan finally felt proud and fanned herself, patting Madam Si lightly: "Madam Si is so blessed! I envy you so much!"
It was just a vague compliment, but Li Ziyan couldn't say how lucky she was. After all, she felt that she was the luckiest.
"The wife of the Marquis of Jing'an is blessed with wealth and wealth!" The owner of the Huashang shop stepped down from the carriage, holding an account book and smilingly walked over. "But I don't know how this account works..."
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