He was silent, and Ding Bao didn't expect him to give any reaction, and after a moment of sadness, he immediately returned to his normal appearance, changed a piece of paper and continued to write and draw.

At noon, she was forced to take a nap as usual.

After hearing Cen Yao's departure, she slowly got up from the bed and looked out through the crack in the window.

The person is gone.

Today is his third day here.

According to the original plot, today's Cen Yao never came back after leaving, and the next thing was that Concubine Zhuang found Su Sleeve's body.

Ding Bao put on his shoes and began to wander.

The two legs walked uncontrollably towards the gate of the old emperor's imperial mausoleum.

The stone gate is still the heavy stone gate, and she tries it again.

"Hey......"

A person can't push it at all, the shadow of being almost squeezed to death last time is still lingering in his mind, Ding Bao didn't dare to continue trying, he could only pout his farts and look into the imperial tomb with greed.

Through a slit, her gaze was really limited.

She could see that it was an extremely large space, and in the center was a large golden coffin, covered with a thick yellow cloth.

Keep looking to the side.

Suddenly, a pair of godless and empty eyes suddenly crashed into his eyes.

Ding Bao's heart pounded.

Just as she was about to run back, she suddenly felt that something was wrong, and she took a bold look.

At this glance, she saw a blue face, this face was not unfamiliar, it was plain sleeves, and at this time she was lying on the ground with a pair of dark eyes, her neck twisted.

Boy.

Su Sleeve actually died in the imperial mausoleum!

Cen Yao estimated that Ding Bao, who had died for nine lifetimes, did not dare to come again, so he threw the body here.

But he never expected that Ding Bao's thief would not die, and he would be discovered in advance before he moved the body out before leaving.

Ding Bao, who found the body, was not afraid, did not pity, but just sighed.

Hey, in order to cooperate with Cen Yao, she pretended to be so hard.

Now it seems that she can't come to this imperial tomb again for the time being, so as not to make Cen Yao realize that she is exposed.

Went back, went back.

It depends on whether Cen Yao leaves today or stays.

When it was dawn in the afternoon, Ding Bao fell ill again.

This time it was still painful, she gritted her teeth and was covered in cold sweat, her hands taking medicine trembled like sifting chaff, and accidentally the medicine fell to the ground, Ding Bao rolled off the bed without hesitation, picked up the medicine on the ground and couldn't wait to stuff it into her mouth, regardless of how much black ash was stained on the medicine.

The moment he ate it, Ding Bao lay on the ground and waited for the effect of the medicine to take effect, and the severe pain that was about to burst his heart slowly dissipated, and I don't know how long it took, and his hands and feet, which had already hurt to numbness, gradually regained consciousness.

During this period, Ding Bao didn't say a word, just closed his eyes and endured.

In a trance, she heard an emotionless mechanical voice in her head.

"If you die, you'll never have a chance."

You can't die.

At least not now.

——

Ding Bao, who had eased up, struggled to get up from the ground, and before she could pat off the ashes on her body, she was pushed open by hearing the "creaking" of the wooden door.

Cen Yao saw Ding Bao's mess at a glance, and instantly understood that she must have fallen ill just now.

There is no cure for heart disease, and life can only be sustained by medicine.

The attack is also a severe pain in the internal organs, and life is worse than death.

can look at the woman in front of her, but her face and lips are slightly pale, and the rest of the gray and painful appearance is nothing.

But I can bear it.