Chapter 1,058 Special Handwriting

"Su'er, I don't want to burn this letter, but your master also used a special potion to write on this paper. It must be roasted with fire before the words on the paper can be revealed." Cang Chu said to Said Su'er.

Su Er looked at Cang Chu dubiously: "Are you really not going to burn this letter?"

"Even if I am really your master and don't want to recognize you, then I will just say that you recognized the wrong person and just leave. Why bother with you here and explain to you?" Cangchu explained patiently.

After hearing this, Su Er handed the snatched letter to Cang Chu again.

After Cangchu took the letter, he began to roast it with fire. Sure enough, within a while, some dense writing began to appear on the paper.

But what is displayed on this paper is not ordinary words, but code words that only the descendants of the great wizard can understand.

"What are these symbols?" Su'er was amazed as she watched from the side, with confusion on her face.

She would take out this letter and read it every year, but she didn't expect that after four years, she didn't know that there were other contents hidden in this letter.

Cangchu moved his lips slightly. When he read the first word, his expression changed rapidly. At the end, even the hand holding the letter was shaking.

It was as if the cold lake water was pouring over his head in winter, chilling him from head to toe.

But that kind of chill doesn't come from the body;

His body was still hot, but there was a chill in his bones, as if bursts of white cold air were coming out of his bones.

"Tell me, what is written on it? I can't even understand it. Is this a text created by your family?" Su'er looked at Cang Chu's face and immediately understood.

Cangchu didn't look away from the letter until he read the last word in the letter, followed by the heavy breathing.

"Please tell me what my master wrote on this." Su'er became more and more anxious when she saw that Cangchu didn't say anything.

Cangchu slowly turned around and looked at Su'er, looking very carefully. From her eyebrows to her raised lips, even the tiny hairs on her face, Cangchu looked at it very carefully. And clear.

Finally, he stretched out his hand stiffly, took Su'er's little hand, and wrapped Su'er's hand with a little force. It was not until a long time ago that Cangchu said to Su'er, "Will you come with me?"

"What do you mean? Why should I follow you? When you say that, do you admit that you are my master, or do you want to take me to find my master?" Su'er asked a series of questions.

"The person you have been waiting for is me." Cangchu took a deep breath and said this in a serious tone. After saying this, he quickly took Su'er's hand and walked out.

Putting his fingers between his lips, he made a crisp sound, and then a black horse galloped up to Cang Chu's eyes, looking up to the sky and letting out a neighing sound.

Cangchu got on the horse first and then pulled Su'er onto the horse. He gently pulled the reins, and the black horse carried Cangchu and Su'er galloping quickly through the mountains.

Su'er still had a look of confusion and anxiety on her face, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and in the galloping wind, she asked loudly: "Then do you admit that you are my master? What exactly is written on it?"

However, Cangchu just pulled the reins and let the horse shuttle faster through the mountains and forests. His face was serious and silent, and he did not answer Su'er's questions.

"Hey, tell me..." Su'er's crisp yet soft voice resounded throughout the forest. Wherever the horse galloped, a large bunch of withered yellow leaves fell, as if they were racing against time. .

The whole forest only responded to Su'er's ears by the whistling wind, the rustling of falling leaves, and the "ta-ta-ta" of horses' hooves on the rocky road.

The first snow of this year came extremely early. When I opened the window, I saw a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth. Snowflakes fell from the sky in succession, like flying catkins, like jade-colored butterflies, like blown dandelions, as if they were flying. , light and fluttering.

Changing various postures in the air.

Yi'er and Yu'er woke up early in the morning and were very happy to see the falling snowflakes. After getting dressed, they ran to the palace and played with the snowflakes with the palace ladies.

For a time, laughter and laughter echoed throughout Weiyang Palace.

Irene was covered in white mink velvet, and she was holding a soup dumpling in her hand. Even though it was snowy and icy outside, Irene didn't feel the cold at all.

I wonder if it’s snowing in Cangnan Mountain too?

What is Cangchu doing now? Like previous years, collecting snow to make tea?

Mu Jin walked to Irene with a drawing in her hand and closed the open window a little: "It's quite cold outside, be careful not to freeze yourself."

Eileen turned her head, with her hair as smooth as satin, like a snow girl coming down from the snow-capped mountains, and said softly: "It's not even cold yet, so you can wrap me up in a ball. , it's mink velvet, and it's Tang Pozi's. You don't know that the body temperature of pregnant women is higher than that of ordinary people. The wind outside blows on my face, I don't know how comfortable it is."

After saying this, Irene's hand held Mu Jin's, and it was indeed very hot.

"That's not possible, come to the house quickly." Mu Jin took Irene's hand and pulled Irene back to the imperial concubine's bed.

Then he spread out the drawing in his hand. This is a drawing for building a mausoleum.

"Do you have no other requirements besides carving murals of the two of us on the walls of the tomb?" Mu Jin asked softly from the side.

Aileen looked down at the spread out drawings of the mausoleum. Her slender and smooth hands crossed the drawings one by one. Then she looked up at Mu Jin and said softly: "I only have one request. The paint will grow after passing through the air." The corrosion of time will not last long, so we use engraving, which may make the project a little longer."

Mu Jin has been on the throne for half a year. Generally, a new emperor starts preparing for the mausoleum one year after he takes the throne.

First, a Feng Shui treasure cave is selected, then the mausoleum drawings are drawn, and then construction begins. The site selection alone may take three years.

But Eileen wanted to determine the internal structure of the tomb first.

Mu Jin's pale lips smiled slightly, as if ice and snow melted at the corners of her lips, with a hint of warmth: "Do you want to preserve it for future generations to see? Doesn't that mean that after we die? In the end, will someone open the tomb and disturb our eternal sleep?"

From ancient times to the present, there has always been a profession called tomb robbers. They dig up the graves of dead people and steal the burial items inside.