Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 1057

"Su'er, I do not want to burn this letter, but your master used a special kind of medicine to write on this paper. Cang Chu said to the Su'er.

Su'er looked at Cang Chu with half believing and half doubting eyes: "Are you really not going to burn this letter?"

"Even if I really am your master and don't want to recognize you anymore, I'll just say that you've recognized the wrong person and leave. Why bother you anymore and explain things to you?" Cang Chu patiently explained.

The Su'er took the letter and handed it over to Cang Chu.

After Cang Chu took the letter, he began to roast it on fire. Indeed, not long later, words started to appear densely on the paper.

However, what was displayed on this piece of paper was not ordinary words, but rather a code that only the descendants of great Magi could understand.

"What are these symbols?" Su'er, who was watching from the side, was also amazed and had a look of doubt on her face.

Every year, she'd take a look at this letter, but she hadn't thought that even after four years, she would still be unaware of the hidden content within this letter.

The corner of Cang Chu's lips moved slightly, and the moment he saw the first word, his expression changed beyond belief. At the very end, even the hand holding the letter was trembling.

It was like a cold winter's lake water pouring down on him, causing him to feel cold from head to toe.

However, that coldness did not come from his body. Rather, it came from his body.

His body was still warm, but there was a chill in his bones, as if waves of white chill were coming from his bone marrow.

"Tell me, what exactly is written on it? Even I don't understand, are these words created by your family? " Seeing Cang Chu's expression, Su'er immediately understood.

It was only after Cang Chu finished reading the last word of the letter that his astonished gaze shifted away from the letter.

"What exactly is written on it by my master? Hurry up and tell me." Seeing that Cang Chu did not say anything, the Su'er became even more anxious.

Cang Chu slowly turned his head to look at Su'er, and looked very carefully. From her eyebrows to the curve of her lips, even if it was just the tiniest hairs on her face, Cang Chu was able to see them very clearly.

After that, he stiffly stretched out his hand and grabbed Su'er's small hand. With a slight force, he wrapped Su'er's hand with his own. After a long while, Cang Chu finally said to Su'er: "Are you coming with me?"

"What do you mean? Why should I go with you? If you say it like that, do you admit that you are my master, or do you want to take me to see my master? " The Su'er asked a string of rhetorical questions.

"I'm the one you've been waiting for." Cang Chu took a deep breath, and said those words with a heavy tone. After saying that, he quickly pulled Su'er's hand and walked out.

He placed his finger on his lips and made a crisp sound.

A black horse appeared in front of Cang Chu and whinnied towards the sky.

Cang Chu mounted his horse and pulled the Su'er along. Lightly pulling the reins, the black stallion galloped down the mountain with Cang Chu and the Su'er on it.

Su'er's face was still filled with doubt and anxiety. Her delicate eyebrows slightly knitted, and in the rushing wind, she loudly asked: "Then you admit that you are my master? What exactly is written on it? "

But Cang Chu just pulled on the reins, allowing the horses to travel even faster through the forest, his face was stern yet silent, and did not answer Su'er's question.

"Hey, tell me..." Su'er's clear yet soft voice resounded through the forest. Wherever the horse pa.s.sed, a bunch of dried up yellow leaves would fall, as if they were running around in a race against time.

In response to the Su'er, the only sounds that came from within the forest were the whistling of the wind beside their ears, the rustling of fallen leaves, and the clattering of hooves on the rocky mountain road.

This year's first snow came earlier than usual. When he opened the window, he saw a vast expanse of white between the heaven and earth. Snowflakes were drifting down from the sky like floating catkins, jade colored b.u.t.terflies, and dandelion in the wind.

Shifting positions in the air.

Yi'er and Yu'er woke up early in the morning and were extremely happy to see snow flakes falling from the sky. After putting on their clothes, they ran over to the palace to play with the snow flowers.

Suddenly, cheers and laughter filled the entire Wei Yang Palace.

Ai Lin's body was draped with white ferret hair, and she was holding a shrew of soup. Even though it was a world of ice and snow outside, Ai Lin did not feel any coldness from it at all.

Was it snowing on the south side of the mountain?

What was Cang Chu doing now? As in previous years, was the snow collected used to make tea?

Mu Jin walked to with a piece of paper in his hand and closed the small window: "It's cold outside, be careful not to freeze yourself."

Ai Lin however, turned her head around, and with hair as smooth as silk, she looked like a snow maiden who had just walked down from a snowy mountain. She said in a tender voice, "The weather isn't that cold yet, but you already wrapped me up into a ball.

As he said that, Ai Lin's hand grasped Mu Jin's hand. As expected, it was very hot.

"That won't do. Hurry back to the house." Mu Jin took the opportunity to hold Ai Lin's hand and pulled him back to the consort's bed.

He then spread out the blueprint in his hand. It was a blueprint of a building's mausoleum.

"Do you have no other request than the frescoes carved on the wall of the tomb that we spent our lives in?" Mu Jin asked softly at the side.

Ai Lin lowered her head and looked at the unfurled map of the mausoleum, her slender and smooth hands swiped across it, then looked up at Mu Jin and said softly, "I only have this one request, the paint has been corroded by the air for a long time, it won't last long, so I used a carving to do it, it'll take a long time."

Mu Jin had already ascended the throne half a year ago, and normally when the new emperor ascended the throne, he would start preparing for the tomb.

He first chose a Feng Shui Treasure Acupoint, then drew a mausoleum diagram, and then began the construction. Just choosing a location could take three years.

However, Ai Lin wanted to confirm the inner structure of the mausoleum first.

Mu Jin's pale lips slightly smiled, it was as if ice and snow had melted at the corner of his mouth, and there was a hint of warmth in his voice: "You want to keep it, for your future generations to see? Doesn't that mean that after we die, someone will open the tomb and disturb our long sleep? "

From ancient times until now, there had always been such a profession. Tombs robbers. They dug up graves of dead people and stole the buried items inside.