Qin Cheng was still injured, and his face didnât look good. When Su Jingmo kissed him just now, he had unconsciously taken a lot of Yang qi from Qin Cheng.
Although he has been asleep for almost 1600 years, the ghostly qi he had slowly accumulated little by little overall this time was too heavy. When he came in contact with the Yang qi of a living creature, Su Jingmo couldnât restrain himself from wanting more and more.
Itâs justâŠ.
When Su Jingmo looked into his eyes, Qin Cheng, who had been pushed away by him, still wasnât willing to give up. Because of this, Su Jingmo couldnât stop himself from laughing. As he glanced at Qin Chengâs hands, which were still attached to his waist, Su Jingmo raised his eyebrows: âDo you want to keep going? ButâŠ.in my opinion, even if you want to keep going, you donât have the strength to do so. Am I right?â
Su Jingmoâs words made Qin Cheng feel embarrassed. But Su Jingmo was right. Not only was he unable to continue, but he couldnât even stand up, even after he tried his best.
The dizziness from blood loss hadnât disappeared, and the stitches hadnât been removed; however, he couldnât stop himself from rushing all the way here, to meet with this man. Now that he had given Su Jingmo a lot of Yang qi, he was only depending on perseverance to not pass out.
Qin Cheng didnât know how ro reply to Su Jingmoâs words, but when he saw that the man holding him in his arms had an evil smile on his face, Qin Cheng licked his lips. With a dry smile, he said: âItâs a rare opportunityâŠ.â
Su Jingmo naturally understood that Qin Chengâs current situation was his fault, so the flirtatious words had to stop for now. Last time, when Su Jingmo lacked Yang qi, he became a fierce ghost and sucked too much Yang qi from Qin Cheng. Because of this, Qin Cheng fell into a coma, and Su Jingmo couldnât help but remember what Qu Zhiwen said at that time. He said that Qin Cheng was full of ghostly qi, and even though he was supposed to have a long life, he was slowly dying because of the ghostly qi stuck to his body. No one can stand the strong ghostly qi from Su Jingmo, and if it werenât for the jade pendant and the Taowu bone, Qin Cheng wouldâve died a long time agoâŠ.
Su Jingmo wasnât unaware of the fact that Qin Cheng could die soon because of the powerful ghostly qi that haunts him, but he didnât want to distance himself from Qin ChengâŠ.
In the end, it would be very easy to break this connection. After all, he just needed to take the jade pendant away from him, and Qin Cheng wouldnât be able to see him. Itâs just that, until now, Su Jingmo hadnât taken it away because he needed Qin Cheng to help him know what happened with Great Xu.
But nowâŠ.
When Su Jingmo thought about Qin Chengâs words, about how heâd rather die in this tomb and be with him foreverâŠ. the thought of taking away the jade pendant had become uselessâŠ.
Perhaps, he was being selfish and was still reluctant to break his connection with Qin ChengâŠ. Ever since Qu Zhiwen said that Qin Chengâs red thread wasnât connected to himâŠ. Su Jingmo had never believed in fate when he was still alive, but after death he had started to believe in itâŠ.
âRelease me. Iâll take you to the stone pavilion to sit.â
âAlrightâŠ.â Understanding that Su Jingmo wanted him to rest for a while, Qin Cheng didnât refuse. However, after letting him go, he still couldnât help but hold on to Su Jingmoâs hand. Fortunately, this time, Su Jingmo didnât break free.
After resting for a while in the stone pavilion, Qin Cheng took a water bottle out of his bag and drank some. His breathing had relaxed a little and his face looked much better. As he glanced at the books on the stone table, Qin Cheng asked: âDid you like the books? Maybe the words were a little small, and the reading direction was different from the way youâre used toâŠ.â
Su Jingmo smiled habitually and nodded his head: âIt wasnât bad. I read all the history books you brought me, so I more or less understand whatâs going on outside. The few fictional books were also very wonderful.â
The fictional books? After looking at the books, Qin Cheng realized that Su Jingmo was talking about the four masterpieces he brought along. When he remembered that these stories werenât as old as Su Jingmoâs Dynasty, Qin Cheng explained: âThese were written by later generations, after your Dynasty. They have been passed down to this day and are called the Four Masterpieces. They were even adapted into tv dramas.â
âTvâŠ. dramas?â
Hearing this unknown term, Su Jingmo asked in confusion. Qin Cheng couldnât help but laugh due to his confusion, which annoyed Su Jingmo: âWhat? Iâve been dead for thousands of years, of course I wouldnât know what it means.â
âNo, no. Thatâs not what I meant. I justâŠ.â Knowing that Su Jingmo had misunderstood, Qin Cheng hurriedly explained: âI just feel really happy when I look at your puzzled expression.â
âJust that?â
âYes. Of course Iâm happy to see everything about you. When you get angry, or when you look confusedâŠ. I always feel that, no matter what, you always manage to look beautifulâŠ.â After saying this, Qin Cheng held Su Jingmoâs hand, which was placed on the stone table.
As he looked at Qin Cheng, who had just said these things, the corners of Su Jingmoâs mouth rose and he laughed: âThatâs true. Once, this face made many Officialsâ daughters want to marry me âŠ.â When he thought about what his friends used to say before his death, Su Jingmo glanced sideways at Qin Cheng and added: âOf course, there were also many young male courtesans.â
When he heard about the male courtesans, Qin Cheng couldnât help but think that the Xu Dynasty was quite open, which explained why Su Jingmo wasnât disgusted by being with a man, and why he accepted Qin Chengâs flirting so easily. At that, Qin Cheng couldnât stop thinking about that General in the Imperial Mausoleum in Pingyao, who was allowed to be buried in a joint burial with the Emperor, which meant that they must have been more tolerant about this matter at that time. Because of this, he couldnât help but ask: âWas the Xu Dynasty not against a relationship between men? Was it allowed?â
Su Jingmo didnât know why Qin Cheng was suddenly asking about this, but he just narrowed his eyes and shook his head: âNot quite. In fact, male courtesans werenât allowed on the surface, and ordinary people werenât allowed to have an affair with them. Dignitaries could have one or two, but if they did that, their reputation would suffer. However, some powerful men were allowed to maintain their good reputation, as long as they didnât bring a male lover home.â
This statement left Qin Cheng dumbfounded. According to what Su Jignmo had said, if it wasnât allowed on the surface, then it was considered bad. âThenâŠ. then why, why were General Ning and your fifth brother buried together?â
As soon as Qin Cheng said this, Su Jingmoâs pupils suddenly shrank: âA joint burial?â
After being here for most of the day, Qin Cheng still hadnât told Su Jingmo about what had happened in Pingyao. When he saw that Su Jingmoâs expression had changed, Qin Cheng hurried to explain what had happened in the tomb.
When he had finished, Qin Cheng said: âThat ghost was called Ning Qing, and heâs a General. According to what was engraved in the stone walls, he should have had a 5th grade Official position before his death. Therefore, he shouldnât have been qualified to be buried with the Emperor, no matter what. Moreover, the specifications of that tomb were the same as an Empress Mausoleum. Also, I think he was in love with Su JingyanâŠ.â
âNing QingâŠ.â Su Jingmo knew this man because he was none other than the youngest son of Prime Minister Ning, as well as the brother from the same mother of his good friend Ning Yunze, who was the eldest son of the Prime Minister. Speaking of which, when he was still a Prince, this Ning Qing begged his elder brother to let him learn the art of war with himâŠ.
The Ning family had a son who was good at martial arts, but who was disastrous in literature. When Su Jingmo tried to remember this man, he remembered that Ning Qing had some achievements in Military arts. The thing is, Prime Minister Ningâs family was on Su Jingmoâs side, and when he died, Su Jingyan, who suffered many losses from Prime Minister Ningâs side, didnât treat his family well. There was no need to say that after Su Jingmo died, Prime Minister Ningâs direct relatives wouldnât be spared from deathâŠ. So what was going on with this Ning Qing?
He hadnât been killed, and he had even become a fifth-rank Military General? If Ning Qing had betrayed his family to work for Su Jingyan at that time, shouldnât he have obtained more than the position of a mere fifth-rank Official? If Su Jingmo could see that Ning Qing had military talent, then the same could be said for Su Jingyan. Was his talent not valued?
Even though he wasnât highly respected, he was still allowed to be buried in the place of the Empress in a joint burial?
âYou said that Ning Qingâs life was carved on a stone wall. Then, how did he die?â
âItâs said that the Northern barbarians broke into the Country, and the rest of the Generals were unable to resist the enemy. Finally, Ning Qing was the one who fought back, but he was also killed in the Northwest. He was eaten by vultures, and even his bones were gone.â
At this point, Su Jingmoâs mouth involuntarily smiled. However, the smile in the depths of his eyes was even bigger, as if he had only just now figured something out, when he was already deadâŠ.
Now, he had found out the thing that couldâve given Su Jingyan a fatal blowâŠ.
Su Jingmo and Su Jingyan were the same, but Su Jignmo never expected that in order to not reveal his weak point, Su Jingyan would pretend to be deeply in love with Lin Qing. When he was actually in love with Ning Qing? Between them, only the surname was differentâŠ.
Su Jingmo began to imagine Su Jingyanâs expression when he heard the news of Ning Qingâs death. He could also see him screaming in anger after he fought hard to obtain that position, only to get his precious General Ning Qing turned into a ghostâŠ.
âNot even his bones were left behindâŠ. hahahahahahahahaha.â Su Jingmo couldnât help but shake his head as he laughed out loud. âYes, I bet Su Jingyan must have been very anxious. Without a corpse, or even bones, even if he had the Taowu bones with him, he couldnât bring him back to life.â
â In the end, you regretted itâŠ. â
Qin Cheng didnât understand why Su Jingmo was laughing, nor did he understand what kind of relationship Ning Qing had with Su Jingyan, but when he heard the words âbring him back to lifeâ, he violently jumped up. He felt like a desert longing for thousands of years of rain. As Qin Cheng stood up abruptly, his grip on Su Jingmoâs hands tightened: âYou said that the Taowu bones can bring people back to life?! Are you telling the truth?!â
When Qin Cheng said this, he interrupted Su Jingmoâs thoughts. After a pause, Su Jingmo realized what Qin Cheng was thinking about, and smiled: âIndeed, itâs said that it can bring people back to life.â
âThen, itââŠâ
âItâs impossible!â Before Qin Cheng could say anything else, Su Jingmo interrupted him and said: âIâve been dead for so many years that even my bones have long turned into dust. Have you seen inside my sarcophagus? The only people that can come back to life are those who still have their bones intact. Iâve long been out of the question. Moreover, since the formation inside this tomb can prevent me from entering the circle of reincarnation, it should also prevent me from coming back to life.â
Su Jingmoâs words cooled Qin Chengâs momentary excitement, making him sit down again. As Qin Cheng looked at Su Jingmo, he opened his mouth trying to say something, but was not able to. Finally, he was able to say: âCouldâŠ. No, you said onlyâŠ. in any case, what ifâŠ.â
âYou can ask Qu Zhiwen. He should know more about this than I do.â Su Jingmo didnât care about his own life or death, but when he looked at Qin Cheng and saw his despair, Su Jingmo felt a dull pain in his heart.
âWhether life or death, at least, compared with Su Jingyan I still canâŠ.â
Su Jingmoâs voice gradually faded away, and Qin Cheng wasnât able to hear his last words, but his eyes reddened a little: âWhat can you âstillâ do?â
Su Jingmo shook his head to hide the emotions in his eyes, and said with a smile: âItâs getting late. I think itâs time for you to go back, right? You can go and ask Qu Zhiwen whether what I said was true or not.â
After telling him that he should leave, Su Jingmo could tell that Qin Cheng wasnât happy. As Su Jingmo raised his eyebrows, he added: âOf course, you can also ask him whoâs the one connected to your red thread.â
Sure enough, as soon as these words were said, Qin Chengâs face instantly turned uglyâŠ.
Afsajdgkf Su Jingmo, why do you always have to ruin the moment??? I tell you, Qin Cheng doesnât care about his fated partner! He only wants you! Like the obsessed simp he is lmao