"Eldest sister, accept your fate! It is your blessing to be buried in the tomb of your uncle. How many people will burn incense and kowtow to you during festivals in the future! How beautiful!"

Si Qingyao looked down at the pitiful Si Qing'er who was kneeling in front of her. She raised her long and thin eyebrows and smiled proudly as she spoke. She was very satisfied with the feeling of being begged by her sister-in-law.

"No, it's not beautiful!... No! Please, get out. Please, I... get out..."

"go out?"

Seeing that Si Qing'er was so stupid that he couldn't even speak a human word, Si Qingyao smiled even deeper.

What's the use of being destined to be the uncle's royal concubine in the tomb?

With this stupid, ugly and despicable look, even after you die and go to the underworld, you won't be able to win the eyes of your uncle!

...uncle king.

That was the fiancé Si Qingyao had been thinking about since she was sensible.

But he was a short-lived ghost. The new emperor casually issued an imperial edict and was buried alive in the tomb in front of him!

And she, who had been waiting for more than ten years to be a princess, could only endure her nausea and send Si Qing'er to be buried with her, and she had to be buried alive outside the tomb to watch her funeral for forty-nine days.

"You, if you want to come out, just wait until the next life! In the next life, you will vote for a pig or a dog, don't just live a life!... You don't deserve it!"

Si Qingyao's eyes were full of viciousness, and he waved his sleeves and hands impatiently as he spoke.

boom.

The unprepared Si Qing'er was thrown out and hit a stone pillar.

The bright red blood dyed the stone pillars red, and also dyed her ugly face that was purple and black.

"Bold! Your Majesty has decreed that the living burial ceremony of the uncle is only for joy and no blood will be seen! How did your family teach your daughter that you dare to make such a mistake!"

"What the guard brother said is true, but...you have also seen that my eldest sister, she is born to be so reckless and rude..."

...Are you born to be reckless and rude?

"hehe."

Si Qing'er slowly opened her eyes, and a gloomy light shone in her originally gray eyes at this moment.

"If I was born rude, how could the late emperor specifically point out the engagement between my concubine and my uncle? Are you, a lowly slave, questioning the late emperor's vision?"

With faintly cold words, Si Qing'er stood up slowly, not wiping away the red blood on his face. He only stared at Si Qingyao one step away with a pair of gloomy eyes.

"you……"

"What are you!"

Si Qing'er raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, then dusted her sleeves gracefully and proudly, and said in a sweet voice: "In front of me, not everyone has the honor to call you mine!"

"you……"

Si Qingyao couldn't believe her eyes and ears.

How could the stupid thing who just grabbed her sleeve and begged her speak human language in the blink of an eye?

"Palm mouth!"

Si Qing'er frowned and made a cold sound. Seeing that the guards outside the tomb were stunned, he simply moved half a step forward himself.

then.

Snapped!

A loud slap in the face instantly made Si Qingyao's cheeks turn red.

"You dare to hit me?"

"What's the matter with beating you?" Si Qing'er pulled out the brocade handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped her hands slowly: "It's just a bitch born to a bitch concubine of the Si family. I beat you myself, and I still think my hands are dirty!"

"you you……"

"hehe."

Si Qing'er sneered and dropped the brocade handkerchief, and then gently touched the eight-layered door sealing brick in front of her with her nails, which were stained with Dankou's bright red.

"Uncle Huang has not yet died, but you slaves have already become so negligent?... Where is Deng Yan? Why don't you come and teach this arrogant bitch a lesson for your master!"

Si Qing'er's words were so sonorous and powerful that everyone on the steps immediately turned their attention.

The guard Deng Yan, whose name was called, slowly came forward, knelt down and bowed politely, and then slapped Si Qingyao on the face.

"What? They didn't feed you until my uncle opened his eyes? Are you so hungry that you can't even slap him?"

"Si Qing'er! You, are you crazy? How dare you let someone hit me...ah!"

Snapped!

Pah. Pah. Pah!

Deng Yan, who was guarding the tomb of his lord, had been holding back a lot of resentment for a long time and was worried that he had no place to vent his anger.

Since his princess thought he couldn't even slap her, he would slap her a few times to show her.

As for what will happen after the fight is over, the master has gone to his grave, and they slaves are too lazy to live an ignoble existence!

It's better for someone to punish him!

It would be nice to let him be buried with him in the tomb!

Thinking of this, Deng Yan, whose eyes were like bells, was stunned and slapped Si Qingyao more than ten times before stopping.

Si Qingyao, who had been pampered since childhood, would not only be beaten at home, but even if she fell down, the slaves would rush to lie down and support her.

Now he's being beaten all over his face by a barbarian slave?!

...I can see the relief, the joy, the pleasure, the comfort in Si Qing'er's heart!

"very good."

Si Qing'er looked at the fallen teeth on the ground and nodded in a good mood: "Remember to get an extra roast chicken to eat tonight. If they are stingy and refuse to give it, let them come to the tomb to calculate the money with me.

!”

Deng Yan bowed his hands and said, "Thank you, Princess, for the generous reward!"

"Among the people sent by the Si family to get married, this bitch is the only one who is barely qualified to guard my concubine's grave. Don't let her die. I still have to listen to her death curse!"

Si Qing'er said and waved towards the outside of the tomb, then turned around with a graceful gait and walked towards the brightly lit tomb.

She was a little regretful that she couldn't hear Si Qingyao's cry.

But there is nothing we can do.

In the uncle's funeral, no crying is allowed, otherwise Bai Ling will be given according to the decree.

"It's all fate! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..."

Si Qing'er put her hands behind her hands and raised her head, smiling wildly. Under her bright red wedding robe, her little feet wearing bright red embroidered shoes slowly stepped across the stone ridge of the inner room. When she raised her eyes, she saw the impressive sapphire sarcophagus.

I wonder how much such a big coffin made from a single piece of sapphire would be worth in modern times?

"It's really good to feel the power of a fox and a tiger. Thank you for this!"

Si Qing'er turned the long hairpin tied to Mu Jiuyu's heart, took a moment to look at the color of the hairpin, then went to the funerary objects nearby and picked another similar one...

The left hand pulled out the long blackened hairpin, and the right hand quickly inserted the newly found hairpin, working together with both hands, as fast as lightning.

"There is no rush to detoxify the tomb. The bricks that sealed the tomb have only been exposed to the eighth floor. We still have to live here for forty-one days."

"..."

Mu Jiuyu was silent in the coffin, his purple eyelids and dark lips motionless.

Si Qing'er reached out and touched his veins, her eyes were slightly warm, then she rubbed her fingertips and muttered: "I don't know how your eldest nephew is doing now, but don't run away and become a coward, then we may have to

I’ve lived here my whole life!”

As she spoke, she turned and looked around. The time-travel agreement only came with the skill of a miracle doctor, but it did not give her the immortal body that would keep her healthy without eating.

Moreover, although her current body has sound limbs and intact facial features, if the toxins accumulated in her body for many years are not removed, she may not live long enough to avenge her original owner and return to the underworld to report.

She couldn't bear the brutal pain of the long hairpin pricking the hole, so she had to find a way to get a set of silver needles.

…Gather some more fruits and vegetables.

Even if there are cakes buried in the tomb piled up in the corner, eating too much of them will make you tired and make you angry!

"Someone who can take charge!"

Si Qing'er returned to the door of the tomb again, waited for the servant waiting beside him to come forward to reply, then frowned and shook the list in his hand: "Who has touched my concubine's dowry? Why is it missing so much?"

"..."
Chapter completed!