The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

Yun Zheng glanced at her, his movements froze slightly, but he remained silent for a moment: "I've been here before."

Lin Qingran's brows furrowed at such a simple sentence, and then she replied lightly: "Oh!" She didn't ask any more questions.

No matter how Yun Zheng changed, some things in his bones remained unchanged. Seeing the expression on his face just now, Lin Qingran also knew that this was not a pleasant topic, so she hurriedly took the candle in his hand courteously, and talked with him. Light up the torches on both sides of the corridor together.

"I came here when I was six years old."

Lin Qingran didn't expect Yun Zheng to speak, so she pricked up her ears and listened intently, but felt that the wind in the passage was getting colder and colder.

Even if the torches were lit in the cold corridor, there was a bone-chilling coldness, and his voice also had a bit of chilliness for no reason.

When the outside world becomes monotonous, some things that have never been cared about in the past will become conspicuous.

For example, Yun Zheng's voice.

Lin Qingran noticed for the first time that Yun Zheng had a voice like the sounds of nature, with a hint of hoarseness in the mellowness, but the hoarseness was not harsh at all, like the continuous sea water, very pleasant, like three feet around a beam taste.

In such a cold and inexplicable place, with such a natural voice, it is the best way to break the silence for yourself, so I couldn't help asking: "How did you fall into the cliff?"

Today, they came down because Yun Zheng wanted to avoid vendetta, and he had superb lightness skills. How could he come down when he was six years old?

"Xiao Ran, you probably don't go out often?" Yun Zheng suddenly turned his head and asked with a smile.

"Ok!"

"Then you don't know that this is the tomb of the ancestors of the Yun family, it's normal!"

"Ah? Is this the mausoleum of your Yun family?" Lin Qingran secretly slandered in her heart, no wonder she felt that the place was gloomy and cold.

"The mausoleum of King Yun of all dynasties is the forbidden area of ​​the Yun family. There are a large number of soldiers stationed there. No matter who comes, they are not allowed to enter. Even the annual worship is only held in the audience." He suddenly smiled lightly : "Aren't you curious how I got in?"

"Well, I'm a little curious!" In fact, she wanted Yun Zheng to shut up, and at this moment, she also felt that this was not a pleasant topic.

"I was brought in by the chief guard." Yun Zheng's voice was faint, unable to detect any emotion, like a lake in spring, with willows sprouting on the shore, but the lake surface was silent, but the water was cold: "He is My nanny's husband was my father's most trusted long-term follower when he was alive, and after my father passed away, grandpa arranged for me to be by my side to protect my safety."

As he spoke, he lit the last torch in the corridor: "Everyone in Prince Yun's Mansion said that their couple is the most trusted person of my parents."

As if he was not interested in this topic, he suddenly sighed: "The National People's Congress, this step is too big. At that time, I needed to walk 570 steps. Today, I revisited the old place, but it only took 250 steps to complete it." .”

Lin Qingran was startled, and turned her head to look at him abruptly. Yun Zheng seemed to have not noticed her expression, but was obsessed with the past and couldn't extricate herself. His voice was low and low, as if it came from nine days away: "But it's a pity, Back then when I was young, I didn’t know that I should bring a torch with me, but I was here for half a month, but I couldn’t light a torch to see this place clearly, but today I finally got my wish.” Then he laughed at himself: “I just brought a torch, With my six-year-old body, I can't even reach the torch on the wall!"

"Yunzheng, you..." Lin Qingran felt as if someone had strangled her neck, and spoke very difficultly: "Stay here for half a month?"