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

The warm breath in the ears, the well-proportioned breathing, and the happy smile on the man's handsome face, he is still his usual appearance, silent, but the upward curvature of the corner of the mouth can be clearly seen.

Lin Qingran knew that Yun Zheng would never lie to her, so when she opened her eyes, she saw his warm and smiling face first: "Are you awake?"

At this moment, the world has really become a better place.

But when she saw where she was, she opened her mouth so wide that she could swallow an egg, her tongue was almost tied up, and she couldn't speak. Everything in front of her was so incredible.

After being stunned for a long time, he pulled Yunzheng's sleeve with his mouth open, blinked, and stammered, "Here...where is this place?"

She remembered that the mechanism to get out of the mausoleum had been destroyed, so they should still be in the mausoleum at this time. Yun Zheng couldn't believe that there was such a beautiful place in such a gloomy and cold mausoleum?

"East Hall." Yun Zheng answered softly while helping her to sit up.

"Gah!"

How can it be?

At this moment, Lin Qingran is in the bamboo house, everywhere he can see is the green color of bamboo, bamboo chairs, bamboo tables, bamboo beds, like a sea of ​​green.

On the bamboo wall, there are still paintings of Green Bamboo Path, and several bamboo woven boxes are neatly placed.

The bamboo house is not big, but it is extraordinarily quiet. Through the open bamboo windows, there are dense bamboo forests, quiet bridges, clear flowing water, blooming flowers, and flying butterflies.

Blowing gently, the bamboo sea swayed, indescribably elegant, and the quiet fragrance of flowers diffused in the air, everything was as beautiful as a fairyland.

Lin Qingran blinked again and again, but the scene in front of her eyes did not disappear. She pinched her thigh fiercely, and the pain from her leg convinced her that all this was not an illusion.

However, even if she got the answer from Yun Zheng's mouth, she couldn't connect such a magnificent fairyland with the gloomy mausoleum.

Helping Lin Qingran to sit down, she took a cushion and put it behind her, turned around and went out, telling her as she walked, "Don't run around, I'll get some water for you to wash, and when you're done washing, let's eat something together."

Too much shock and curiosity made Lin Qingran lift the brocade quilt to the ground, and looked around, the more strange it became, the bamboo house was extremely elegant and quiet, not even a speck of dust, as if someone cleaned it every day.

Unable to tolerate Lin Qingran's careful inspection, Yun Zheng came back again with a bamboo basin in his hand, and there was still a white handkerchief floating in the clear water in the basin. Seeing Lin Qingran getting up from bed, his face was slightly calm, and he felt a little nervous. Looking at her angrily, he said in a deep voice, "Didn't I tell you to lie down for a while?"

"Yun Zheng, I think this place is a bit weird." Lin Qingran didn't see Yun Zheng's anger at all, and looked around the bamboo house with great curiosity: "How can there be such a place in the mausoleum?"

Yun Zheng looked at her in high spirits, with a look of gossip, and calmed down his displeasure. He walked to her side with a bamboo basin in his hand, and explained, "This was built by the ancestors of the Yun family back then."

When he said this, his tone was extremely slow, as if he felt the same way: "Xiaoran, you should have heard that the men of the Yun family are so affectionate, and they only marry one wife in their life, and every few generations, there will always be a wife. Known as Love Chi, the old ancestor was Love Chi, his wife passed away due to dystocia, and he disappeared half a month later. In fact, he went to the mausoleum to accompany his wife. After that, there will always be descendants of Love Chi in the Yun family, who will abandon their glory and wealth and return to the mausoleum to accompany their beloved woman."