He couldn't abandon the villagers and run away, she was sure, but she didn't know what his next plan would be.
Unless you have a lot of wealth, you can solve this problem.
However, Uncle Nine Emperors looks like he has a clean body, where does his wealth come from?
That's not right, he used to be a prince after all...but he is "dead"!
There are no descendants or anything like that. When he dies, he will naturally have nothing.
What do you want to do?
Feng Dingchu went to the busy market and bought two horses. After that, he ran all the way out of the city.
We went to a gate of Chitose Castle.
It ran through the entire Chitose Castle and finally stopped in front of a certain mountain not far from the city gate.
Chu Qianli followed him all the way up the mountain, and finally found a lonely grave halfway up the mountain.
"Ninth Prince's tombstone?" She looked at the inscription on the tombstone and then looked at him.
The tombstone of the Ninth Prince is too shabby, isn't it?
"It's a tomb of clothes. It only contains some of my clothes."
Feng Dingchu walked to the tombstone and looked at this lonely grave that he had not seen for many years.
"It looks like someone comes to weed the grass regularly." Chu Qianli took a look and found that the grass around the solitary grave did indeed grow differently from the surrounding grass.
There are wild grasses all around, but the grass around this solitary grave is no higher than a person's waist.
"Will someone come to clean it every year?" she asked.
"I don't know." Feng Dingchu's face was expressionless.
Chu Qianli stopped talking.
Perhaps, this was the royal family's last bit of kindness to him, at least they did not forget him.
Maybe...the Queen Mother still has some conscience and orders people to clean it occasionally.
But for a prince, or a prince who is the god of war, it is shabby no matter how you look at it.
It's not even as good as an ordinary person's grave.
Feng Dingchu stood in front of the tombstone and looked at it for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand.
There was a loud bang! In an instant, sand, gravel and loess flew into the sky.
"Uncle Ninth..." Why did he want to destroy his own tomb?
But after the dust fell to the ground, Feng Dingchu walked over and lifted his coffin with one hand.
Chu Qianli's eyes suddenly lit up. There was something under the coffin!
"You know?" Feng Dingchu was a little surprised. She could actually see that there was something else hidden under the pile of loess.
It's impossible for ordinary people to see it.
The structure of this loess is somewhat different from the surrounding soil. There must be something hidden deep inside.
Otherwise, why would we dig so deep for no reason?
Feng Dingchu had been expressionless all morning, but when he heard this, there was an almost invisible smile in his eyes.
"Uncle Jiu, you look so pretty when you smile. Stop keeping such a straight face. Relax like this now. You're so handsome!"
When he appears as Wu Chenzi, he is always willing to laugh.
But in Chu Qianli's eyes, the smile at that time always had a haze-like aura, dim and lifeless.
But this smile now, even if it is only fleeting, is a truly joyful smile.
The smile in Feng Dingchu's eyes gradually dissipated.
He stared at her wrist: "Do you have any digging tools?"
"If you want it, you will have it."
Just buy it!
Chu Qianli bought a shovel and a hoe.
The two of them worked for almost an hour, and finally dug up a box that was not too big or too small.
"Can you open it?" Chu Qianli's eyes flashed and she immediately opened the box without waiting for his response.
