I'm just a peach

Chapter 462
Taotao walked over quietly and covered his eyes: "Guess who I am?"

Ronghua chuckled, Taotao couldn't help but be infatuated with the beauty of his profile under the sun.

"Stop making trouble, don't you have to go to business?" Rong Hua pulled her hand down and said softly.

Taotao pouted, feeling depressed for a while about the fact that she hadn't guessed correctly every time, but quickly put it behind her nervously, and dragged Ronghua away to the world.

When I came to the world again, it was already a sea of ​​vicissitudes.

It seems that nothing has changed a hundred years ago, the market is still a market, the people are still in a hurry, no one will stay for the sudden appearance of a man and a woman.On them, the passage of time cannot be seen. These strange human beings seem to have not changed for a hundred years.

But Taotao knew that those people she used to know and were familiar with were no longer there.

"Let's go."

Rong Hua said lightly: "Don't you still want to see him?"

"En." Taotao responded, and followed Ronghua, walking all the way to the suburbs.

It was a huge mausoleum, surrounded by heavily guarded soldiers, and there were many secret doors, which were inaccessible to ordinary people, but that was only limited to the powerless human beings.

This is actually the royal mausoleum!

They easily came to the deepest part of the mausoleum. There are not many tombs here, only a few, and each tomb occupies a huge space.

"The emperor's tomb is really bigger than a family." Taotao said with a smile, but her eyes kept searching the tombstones, and she didn't stop until she saw one of them, "Here."

A few words are engraved on the tomb - the tomb of King Qin and Song Yufeng.

Taotao knelt down, and gently brushed off the dust on the tombstone with her fingers: "This is the first time I know that his name is Song Yufeng."

His tombstone is simple, unlike many emperors' tombstones engraved with a series of posthumous titles such as benevolence, filial piety, ruiwu, etc., there are only a few words, covering his whole life.

"Do you know what his life has been like?"

Rong Hua looked down at the tombstone: "You're doing well, at least in the eyes of the common people, you're a prosperous Mingjun."

"He saved me twice, but I didn't have time to repay him." Taotao's tone was extremely calm. To God, human life is like an ant. Melancholy.

"He will know your mind." Ronghua said, cast a small spell, and there was a pot of paper money and candles in front of the tomb immediately, "According to the rules of the world, burn some paper money for him."

Taotao curled the corner of her mouth: "He is the emperor, so he is not short of money. I only owe him one thing, but unfortunately I can't give it to him."

She stretched out her hand to conjure up a pair of scissors, cut off a strand of her own hair with a 'click', put it into the brazier, and watched it burn out little by little.

Taotao suddenly remembered that night when he brushed her hair very tenderly.

His breath was lingering in her ears, and that sentence was always remembered in her heart: marrying hair as husband and wife, there is no doubt about love and affection.

She can't be his wife, so let this lock of hair go with him.

Standing up, patting the dust on her body, Taotao turned around with a calm face: "This time, I really have nothing to worry about in this world." After finishing speaking, without the slightest nostalgia, she disappeared in a flash .

Rong Hua turned his head, looked at the tomb lying quietly again, and then chased after her.

On the way back to the Emperor's Palace, Taotao didn't say a word, and Ronghua didn't open his mouth either. There was a strange atmosphere between the two of them, but there was no discomfort at all, as if even if they didn't speak, as long as they stayed quietly Together, we can live thousands of years.

(End of this chapter)