I Excavated an Emperor to Become a Wife

Chapter 74

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Chapter 74

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

This sigh-like voice was different from Su Jingmo's usual voice. It was less polished and a little less cynical.

Tan Cheng couldn't explain the feeling of hearing these words. He seemed to be able to feel the complex emotions in Su Jingmo's words, but he couldn't figure out what they were.

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

Staring at Su Jingmo who never looked at him again after saying those words, Tan Cheng was a little at a loss.

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

Tan Cheng grabbed Su Jingmo's hand in a panic. Those hands were different from his hands that exuded warmth. Qin Cheng's fingers would freeze due to the cold in winter, but Su Jingmo was different. The hands are long and beautiful, but cold and lifeless...

This kind of touch made Tan Cheng feel even more uncomfortable. It was clear that he was holding this person in his hands, but he seemed to be holding nothing. It was as if he was touching the void, reminding Tan Cheng that Jingmo was different from him. ...

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

"I can't control myself. If I were more rational, if I were more conscious, I shouldn't be close to you. I should stay far away from you. The further away the better."

Tan Cheng's words pulled Su Jingmo out of his thoughts. He slightly squinted his peach blossom eyes. Su Jingmo chuckled teasingly as usual and said, "It's not too late to stay away now."

Saying this, Su Jingmo hooked his lips and took a step back calmly, trying to pull his hands away, but Tan Cheng held on tightly. Sensing that he wanted to break away, he took a step closer and raised his hand. Her hands hugged him whole.

This made Su Jingmo's eyes darken. He had been the emperor for nearly ten years, and before he became the emperor, he was the prince of an imperial family with a lot of money. He lived his life as he pleased. There was really no one who ignored his feelings like Tan Cheng. 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 it touched Tan Cheng's wound. Tan Cheng's muffled sound came to his ears, which made Su Jingmo stop his movements.

He hugged Su Jingmo tightly, naturally knowing that Su Jingmo wanted to push him away, but unfortunately Su Jingmo's hand happened to touch his waist, and that area happened to be the injured area. The slight pain caused Tan Cheng to take a breath instinctively, but he found that because of his low cry, Su Jingmo stopped abruptly.

Su Jingmo's hair gently brushed the tip of Tan Cheng's nose, and Tan Cheng pursed his lips. The two were of similar 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 couldn't see him...

Su Jingmo has been on the top of the clouds since he was a child. As a result of his habit, he naturally doesn't like people facing him. Maybe... if he changes his approach... Su Jingmo won't So resisted?

"Hiss—! Don't move, it hurts."

Although he didn't feel that kind of pain...

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

Tan Cheng's words and actions really made Su Jingmo dumbfounded. How could he not see that Tan Cheng was just pretending to allow Tan Cheng's hug, and there was a trace of his emotions that he tried to ignore...

He was not a living person, but a ghost. Of course he could feel where Tan Cheng's wounds were and knew that his actions would not hurt the person. However, when he heard the sound of Tan Cheng gasping for breath, he couldn't help but feel tight in his heart. His whole life Although he didn't live long, he met too many people because of his position... and many of these people admired his appearance, but those people were different from Tan Cheng. This person... .I only thought about him from the beginning to the end, and even got injured because of him... Obviously he has no skills, he is obviously just a scholar...

That’s all....

Su Jingmo gently closed his eyes

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

But Su Jingmo didn't know that the smile on his face as he was being hugged by Tan Cheng was unprecedented...

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

For a long time... Such silence actually gave Tan Cheng the idea that it would be a good idea to stay like this for the rest of his life...

The air in the tomb was not very clear, but it didn't feel suffocating because of the coldness. Neither of them spoke, which made it obvious that the tomb was extremely quiet. The only sound that came from somewhere was the sound of water droplets falling on the stone slabs.

Su Jingmo's tomb is indeed beautiful. I wonder who chose this place as the tomb and who made the tomb look so beautiful. Tan Cheng slightly raised his head and looked at the top of the tomb. Stepping into this tomb, Tan Cheng felt that although this tomb was gloomy, it was far less cold than the other tombs he had seen. This was because of the colorful murals in the room and the treasures inlaid 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 exposure to the outside air. Therefore, their archaeologists will bring a camera every time they enter the tomb to capture the weathering of the murals.

He hurriedly took photos 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 prevent these murals from disappearing...

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

He also gave Su Jingmo some of his own things...

He couldn't help but suddenly think of the black jade hairpin in his bag. Qin Cheng couldn't help but glance at the top of Su Jingmo's hair. All he could see was Su Jingmo's long, dark and smooth hair. The bun on the top of his head was only made of a white jade dragon-patterned hairpin. Fixed, seemingly simple, but overflowing with the spirit of an emperor. Tan Cheng knew how to find treasures. He could tell at a glance that Su Jingmo's seemingly simple hairpin was probably worth a fortune... He didn't know that he wanted to give it to Su Jingmo. Does Su Jingmo like Jing Mo's dark hairpin...

Sighing softly, Tan Cheng buried his head in Su Jingmo's neck, and the 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. I don't know if it was an illusion, but this kind of Although the fragrance is light, Tan Cheng falls in love with it.

He couldn't help but turn his head and sniff. The slight smell seemed to be stronger. Wisps of it passed into Tan Cheng's nose, into his lungs, and engraved in his heart...

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

"Tin Cheng!"

The slightly warm breath on the temples caused Su Jingmo to change his face and shouted in a low voice.

Being so close to each other, he could naturally detect Su Jingmo's trembling. Seeing that this man seemed to be trying to break away, Tan Cheng quickly relaxed his body and leaned on Su Jingmo, saying slightly "weakly":

"Don't move, don't move. My waist still hurts. It would be bad if the stitched wound collapses."

After hugging him for long enough, Su Jingmo became impatient and snorted: "Why don't you let go quickly and go to the doctor to see? Can you heal your illness and injuries by holding me like this?"

He also knew that Su Jingmo realized that he was pretending, but Tan Cheng had no intention of letting go. He finally got a hug. If he let go now, he didn't know when he would be able to hold this person in his arms.

Tan Cheng didn't reply. He was silent for a while and then said, "I won't let you go. I won't let you 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 white marble tomb door. The patterns carved on it were exactly the same as those on the main entrance of the palace where he lived, but in the opposite direction... ...

Born toward the sky, born into the earth...

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

Su Jingmo's words were so cold that if others heard them, they would break out in a cold sweat. This is not a sound that a human can make, it is clearly the voice of a ghost...

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

"I have thought about everything. Being immortal in this tomb is not a blessing... I can't solve the formation of this tomb, and I don't want to do it privately. What will happen if this formation is unraveled? Will you be reincarnated or will you be gray..."

Tan Cheng didn't want to say those words, let alone say them. 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 won't Remember me, I don’t want to lose you even more. Just like you said, I can’t be sure who I was with in my previous life, and I can’t be sure who you will be with in your reincarnation. I can’t accept it, and I dare not even think about it! It’s better to stay in this tomb forever, at least you remember me, at least I’m the only one who can get close to you!”

Tan Cheng was very excited and slightly let go of Su Jingmo. Qin Cheng took Su Jingmo's hands, stared into Su Jingmo's eyes and said, "This time I went to Pingyao, my life was hanging by a thread. Several times I 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 but frown, "I don't want to..."

But before he finished speaking, Tan Cheng cut off his words.

"That's because! If I die, I would rather die in this tomb. That way, I can stay with you for ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years...always stay with you...but I still have some Not willing to give in, after all, I promised that companion that I would go down to see him after I find out all this."

"Had I not faced death, I would never have thought that I would love you so much... I like history, archeology, and touch the unknown past with my hands and eyes, but... I love you even more you......"

The word love is very simple to say 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 serious and affectionate love, but also because of that word, the person in front of him, made his whole heart tremble. endless......

For the first time, Su Jingmo did not avoid Tan Cheng's gaze, nor did he answer. He just squeezed the hands held by Tan Cheng and asked with a slight smile:

"What day of the month is today?"

I don’t know why Su Jingmo asked this, but Su Jingmo’s little gesture obviously made Tan Cheng happy. After thinking about it, he said, "It should be the 20th of the ninth month of the lunar calendar."

"September 20th...the cold dew has passed...it seems that this

The sky 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 September 29th is my birthday..."

Weird said: Love should be talked about slowly...

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