"We are just slaves. Whatever the master wants to do, it's not our turn to interfere. You, what are you going to do?... The princess has said that she will let me go!"

"Yeah?"

Deng Yan narrowed his eyes, then raised his leg and kicked...

In the dark and windy Wanshou Mountain, the residual wind blows the lights in the tomb.

Si Qing'er squatted boredly under the large vat of lamp oil, pinching a silver hairpin with meat on it in one hand, and fanning the flames lit in the porcelain bowl with the other.

The wick made of cloth strips burns a little quickly.

Fortunately, there were a lot of this kind of green coarse cloth among the funerary objects, enough for her to grill meat skewers for several years.

This is the meat!

...There are also seven chickens, eight rabbits, and eight sheep. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish them all before they spoil.

...What should I do if they stink?

There are rules for living burial tombs, and only ritual objects can enter and not leave.

If you want to throw away the stinky sacrifice, don't even think about it.

Moreover, in this royal tomb, there are three layers of floor tiles under the tomb bricks. It would be wishful thinking to bury those things and destroy them.

"or……"

Si Qing'er turned to look at Mu Jiuyu in the coffin, and then gave up the idea of ​​stabbing the man awake to help him eat meat.

That guy is a born dandy with a arrogant temperament. If he wakes up and doesn't like her, how can she pretend to be powerful and take revenge?

"Ouch...ow..."

Outside the windy tomb, the howling of wolves that seemed a little manic recently echoed.

According to the scientific experience accumulated in her previous life, wolves seem to eat dead things. In addition, besides wolves, there are many carnivores in the mountains, but they are not particularly eaters.

It would be great if some wild dogs, night cats, wild mice and the like could come to eat meat. Maybe they would develop feelings after eating them and could be kept as pets?

"Princess, my subordinate has brought the confession..." Deng Yan stood outside the tomb and looked inside. The first thing that caught his eye was the sapphire stone coffin given to his master by the emperor, and then under the back wall of the tomb, a

A huge red figure with a sturdy back and waist.

"Don't look at it. Find a reliable person and send the confession to the emperor. If someone stops you, just say it is my concubine's return gift to His Majesty the Emperor!"

"..."

Deng Yan smelled the smell of barbecue, and his first thought was that the master in the tomb was trying to burn his master. He looked closer and saw something dangling in the hands of her princess.

That's... eating barbecue with a hairpin?

She is really a poor person who doesn't know how to eat human food. The meals placed in the tomb every day are carefully cooked according to the uncle's preferences, but she eats this...

wrong.

Deng Yan felt vaguely that something didn't make sense.

But after thinking about it for a long time, I realized that there was nothing unreasonable about it.

After being freed from the constraints of the cowshed and seeing the dangers of the human world, it was not impossible for her to understand some things that she didn't understand before, and to be able to say things that she had forgotten how to say before.

After all, she was four years old before she was put in the cowshed!

"By the way. When the Si family returns the dowry, remember to compensate me for twelve years' worth of firewood, rice, oil and salt, no matter how little it is!"

Si Qing'er said, and angrily took a bite of the meat on the hairpin. It was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside without any seasoning, just like scratching an itch, which was really boring.

Deng Yan nodded after hearing this and left silently.

I don't know if she understood what she meant.

But regardless of whether the other party understands it or not, the confession has reached the imperial court anyway, and the Si family will not think twice about it this time.

When a new emperor ascends the throne, he must kill chickens to scare monkeys to establish his power, and the Si family in the north is no ordinary chicken. For idiots like this who hold military power and do nothing, the new emperor would like to find a reason to slap them to death!

But they still think that their ancestors are the founding fathers of the country, and they are far away from Kyoto and sit in the north, so they can sit back and relax as they please?

"hehe."

Si Qing'er used several funeral swords to set up a barbecue grill, and then put the chicken with a few pieces of meat missing on it to bake.

Before leaving, she carefully checked the lamp oil and fire wick under the barbecue grill to make sure that the fire would not go out and the chicken would not be burnt before she woke up. Then she turned over and jumped into the wooden coffin that belonged to her and was covered with a bright red quilt.

They were both buried alive. The emperor's uncle could sleep on a sapphire bed, but she, the one buried with him, could only sleep on a wooden bed?

But there's nothing wrong with that. If you sleep in a sapphire coffin at this time of year, you might get cold!

... Si Qing'er jumped out of the coffin, took out a quilt from the dowry box, and covered Mu Jiuyu.

"Be good, go to sleep, it's been eight days, it's almost over."

After saying that, Si Qing'er returned to his coffin again, found a comfortable position, and closed his eyes boldly.

After a simple beauty sleep, she slept until early the next morning.

Feeling refreshed and relaxed, the six months I spent in the intensive care unit before traveling seemed like a dream now.

There is a burning aroma lingering in your nose.

It's the chicken that was roasted last night, the heat was just right!

"Where's the water for washing up? The emperor wants to cleanse his face and wash up!"

Si Qing'er swaggered to the door of the tomb and saw that the tombkeeper was applying glutinous rice paste to add a layer of glutinous rice paste to the door bricks.

Make it even before dropping the bricks, otherwise small insects will get in in the summer!"

The man was dumbfounded by her words. He thought for a long time before nodding and saying: "...Yes."

"Qing Shui! Is the servant outside deaf? The emperor wants to wash up! Why don't you send Qing Shui quickly!"

"Please calm down! It's already the ninth day and you don't even think about washing up? It's too late!"

Under the stone steps, a servant with a sharp voice stood up and yawned impatiently after speaking.

Seeing this unfamiliar guy, Si Qing'er suddenly realized that there seemed to be a different group of people kneeling outside?

"Can you please tell me, how many days does the tomb guard change?"

Si Qing'er asked the bricklayer in a low voice. When he saw the other person secretly stretched out a finger on the bricks, he thanked him quietly.

Then, she scratched her somewhat messy head and reached out to hook her fingers under the stone steps: "Come up and talk."

"If you have any instructions, please tell me. Your steps are too high. We are not lucky enough to go up."

While the guy raised his voice to reply, Si Qing'er took a closer look at his clothes and accessories.

He was very busy. It was obvious that the guy was not a servant in the uncle's palace, nor even from the palace. He was probably sent by some royal family member to save face.

"Okay! Let's wait until the emperor meets your master in the future! But, by then, don't cry."

Si Qing'er said with a smile, rubbed her fingertips and dipped them in glutinous rice syrup, turned around and walked towards the sapphire sarcophagus: "My husband thinks too highly of him, he doesn't want to talk to us at all!"

When she arrived at the sapphire coffin, she gently put away the quilt that she had covered Mu Jiuyu with last night. Then she bent down and said to the inside in a serious manner: "Louder, I can't hear you clearly!"
Chapter completed!