There was a slight fluctuation in the mechanical sound.

Ding Bao naturally likes to take advantage of it, so he opened his mouth and said.

"Then send me a funeral?"

"Dangerous speech, warning once, next offense, electric shock punishment."

Ding Bao snorted coldly, raised his hand and pulled his long hair, his eyes were full of confidence.

"The old lady has been crisscrossing the mall for more than ten years, and I haven't seen any difficult customers, so you can watch it."

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After the plot was recalled, the plain sleeves behind him also cleaned the house almost.

The good girl is now covered with dust and cobwebs, and her pretty face is also gray, and she looks extremely embarrassed.

Su Sleeve, who was choking on dust and coughing, looked at Ding Bao who was sitting on the side, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

Entering the imperial tomb is a dead word, who is more noble than whom?

After cleaning the plain sleeves, she regretted it, and now she has no way out, why bother serving a dying concubine?

Thinking like this, Su Sleeve spread the thin quilt he brought out on the bed without saying a word, and then sat on the bed and began to eat the dry food he brought.

Ding Bao turned around and saw this scene, stood up leisurely, walked into the hut, and finally fixed his eyes on the small bed.

It's just a wooden bed, the board is dirty, and now it looks much better with a thin quilt on top.

"This palace is lacking, get out of the way."

Su Sleeve raised his eyes to look at her, a little nervous in his heart, but his body did not move at all.

"This is the slave's quilt, the mother is tired, she can sleep on her own bed."

When Ding Bao heard this, his thin eyebrows furrowed, and his glamorous face showed a luxurious majesty.

"What kind of food and clothing do you have that this palace doesn't give? Whose bedding do you think is that? ”

Su Sleeve gritted his teeth and looked at Ding Bao, and finally stood up reluctantly, with no respect and deference in his eyes, only resentment and dissatisfaction remained.

Dinner was brought in the evening.

The person who delivered the meal was an old woman, carrying the lunch box and placing it directly on the table in front of Ding Bao, and turned around and left without saying a word.

There is a total of one dish, one soup and three steamed buns in the two-layer lunch box, and Ding Bao is already hungry after running around all day, so he reaches out and grabs a steamed bun and sends it to his mouth.

In ancient times, steamed buns had no additives, and although they were a little hard to eat, they were really thick and full of hunger.

Su Sleeve, who was standing on the side, didn't move, looking at Ding Bao, who was eating heavily, with a bit of disgust and disdain in his eyes.

What kind of young lady of the family, the noble concubine, if you don't eat two meals, it is not the original form, and there is no image at all.

This kind of thing has no taste at all without oil or salt, and Su Sleeve has just eaten the pastry he brought, and now he has no appetite when he looks at the cold steamed bun.

She didn't eat, Ding Bao didn't bother to care, and after she was full of food and drink, she walked around the imperial mausoleum.

The Imperial Mausoleum, as the name suggests, is a royal cemetery, occupying a whole huge mountain, backed by the sun, moon and stars above the landscape, the feng shui terrain is excellent, and the air is naturally not bad.

The hut was built in a clearing behind the mountain, surrounded by a high wall to shield the sky from the sun.

Fortunately, there was some light overhead, and as the sun set, the surroundings became darker.

The north facing position of the hut is two narrow passages, which lead to the tombs of the emperors of various generations who have long since died, the old emperor who has just died will need three years before he can be buried, and what Ding Bao is now guarding is the imperial dragon body.

She looked at the dark passageway, licked her lips in the dark, and her eyes flashed with a sparkle of light.