Lin Feiwan roared at them with all her strength, swallowed back the tears in her eyes, squatted on the ground and held her arms tightly.
"Wan'er, I'll take you there!"
"Xianchen..."
"dust……"
Mo Xianchen took the initiative to stand up, which shocked a group of people, but Mo Xianchen still did not hesitate. Lin Feiwan walked over, helped her up on the ground, and said softly: "Wan'er, let's go, I will take you there."
Lin Feiwan glanced at him gratefully, her hand was held by Mo Xianchen, and she followed him quietly.
Hua Muqing stopped Hua Muqing and Hua Muqing and comforted them: "Don't worry, Chen has his own sense of proportion. I'll follow him and have a look. You guys are waiting for us here."
The two people had no choice but to follow them to the door and watched from a distance as the three people got into the carriage.
The carriage sped along, and the closer it got to the imperial mausoleum, the more Lin Feiwan's heart trembled.
She wanted to see if all this was a dream, but she didn't know what she would do if the dream was broken.
The royal tombs are very solemn. From a distance, they look a bit like a royal palace.
The solemn door was tightly closed. Lin Feiwan walked over but was forcefully blocked by the guards guarding the imperial mausoleum, preventing her from entering!
"I am Xiao Che's wife, why don't you let me in?!"
"No matter who you are, this is the imperial mausoleum, go! Go!"
The guards rushed Lin Feiwan impatiently, not letting her stay at the imperial mausoleum.
"I want to go in today, let's see what you can do to me!"
Judging from their tough attitude, no one could stop Lin Feiwan's determination to go in. Now that she decided to come here, she had no intention of retreating!
"Are you leaving?! If you don't leave, we'll be really rude to you!"
When the guard saw Lin Feiwan rushing inside, he immediately drew the sword from his waist and pointed it at Lin Feiwan, with a strong hint of threat in his stern eyes.
"Kill me if you can. No matter what, I am Xiao Che's woman. If he is really gone, there is no point in my life."
Lin Feiwan closed her eyes and did not look at the sword on her neck.
When Mo Xianchen saw this, he immediately stepped forward and said: "Brothers, this is indeed your late emperor's wife. For the sake of the late emperor, please let her in."
I just didn't expect that Mo Xianchen's soft words didn't move those people.
"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to prove to her?! This is a royal place. If you don't leave, don't blame us for being rude to you!"
The officials did not care about their identities or words at all, just like thieves who wanted to break into the imperial tomb.
"you……"
Mo Xianchen also expressed extreme dissatisfaction with their current attitude, but for Lin Feiwan's safety, he still endured it and pulled Lin Feiwan's arm.
"I won't leave, I have to go in today!"
Lin Feiwan was sitting on the long steps, folding her arms and shouting
The guards looked at each other, wondering where such a girl appeared from!!!!
"I'm warning you one last time, if you don't leave, we really won't be polite to you anymore!"
"Come on, if you don't want to die, you can kill me!" Lin Feiwan lay on the ground, showing no signs of weakness.
"court death!!!!!!!!"
The guard holding the sword moved and stabbed Lin Feiwan with the sword in his hand.