With the warm breath in his ears and his even breathing, a happy smile appeared on the handsome face of the man. He still looked the same as before, silently, but you could clearly see the upward curve of the corners of his mouth.
Lin Qingran knew that Yun Zheng would never lie to her, so when she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was his gentle and smiling face: "Are you awake?"
At this moment, the world really became beautiful.
But when she saw clearly where she was, her mouth was wide enough to swallow an egg, her tongue was almost tied, and she was speechless. Everything in front of her was so incredible.
After being stunned for a while, he opened his mouth and pulled Yun Zheng's sleeve, blinked his eyes, and stammered: "Here...where is this?"
She remembered that the mechanism to get out of the mausoleum had been destroyed, so they should still be in the mausoleum at this time. Yun Zheng couldn't believe that such a dark and cold mausoleum could have such a beautiful place?
"East Hall." Yun Zheng answered softly while helping her sit up.
"Gah!"
How is it possible?
At this time, Lin Qingran was in a bamboo house. Everywhere he could see was woven with green bamboo. Bamboo chairs, bamboo tables, and bamboo beds were like a sea of green.
On the bamboo walls, there are paintings of green bamboo paths, and several bamboo woven boxes are placed neatly.
The bamboo house is not big, but it is extremely quiet. Through the open bamboo window, you can see the dense bamboo forest, quiet bridge, clear water, blooming flowers, and flying colorful butterflies.
The breeze blows gently, the bamboo sea swaying, indescribable elegance, the quiet fragrance of flowers diffuses in the air, everything is as beautiful as a fairyland.
Lin Qingran blinked repeatedly, but the scene in front of her eyes did not disappear. She pinched her thigh severely. The pain in her leg convinced her that this was not her imagination.
However, even if she got the answer from Yunzheng's mouth, she could not connect such a magnificent fairyland with the gloomy mausoleum.
He helped Lin Qingran sit up, took a cushion and put it behind her, turned around and went out, telling her as he walked: "Don't run around, I'll get some water for you to wash, and when it's done, let's have something to eat together."
Too much shock and curiosity made Lin Qingran lift up the brocade quilt and get down to the ground, and looked around. The more he looked, the stranger he became. This bamboo house was extremely elegant and quiet. There was not even a trace of dust, as if someone was cleaning it every day.
Not allowing Lin Qingran to look carefully, Yun Zheng came back again, with a bamboo basin in his hand. There was a white handkerchief floating in the clear water in the basin. When he saw Lin Qingran getting up, his face was slightly calm, a little...
He looked at her angrily and said in a deep voice, "Didn't I ask you to lie down a little longer?"
"Yun Zheng, I think there's something weird here." Lin Qingran didn't notice Yun Zheng's anger at all, and looked around the bamboo house with great curiosity: "How can such a place exist in the mausoleum?"
Yun Zheng saw her cheerful and gossipy look, and the displeasure in his heart subsided. He walked up to her with a bamboo basin and explained: "This was built by the ancestors of the Yun family."
When he said this, his tone was extremely slow, as if he was feeling the same thing: "Xiaoran, you should have heard that the men of the Yun family are very affectionate and only marry one wife in their life, and every few generations, there will always be a wife.
Famous Lover, the ancestor of the time was a Lover. His wife died in childbirth, and he disappeared half a month later. In fact, he went to the mausoleum to accompany his wife. After that, the Yun family will always have their descendants, who gave up their glory and wealth and returned to the mausoleum to accompany their beloved.