Chapter 4632

The housekeeper had already prepared the carriage, Zhuang Qingyun got on the horse, followed behind the carriage, and drove straight to the newly built mausoleum at full speed.

The mausoleum is selected in a good geomantic place, with green mountains and rocks, waterfalls rushing down from the cliffs like jade belts, and flowing water.

Qin Wuyan hugged Zhuang Xiaoyu, stood at the entrance of the mausoleum, looked back at the waterfall beside him and the gurgling water at the foot of the mountain, and nodded in satisfaction: "It is indeed a good place."

This place was chosen by Qin Wuyan himself a few years ago.

During that time, Qin Wuyan was at his most irritable and ruthless. Because of some incidents, many people were beheaded, and everyone in the big family was in danger. The aristocratic family huddled together to keep warm and fight against Qin Wuyan together.

So he and Yan Qing came up with a plan, saying that all the high priests in the past would build a mausoleum for themselves before they were alive, and let him choose a better place, and after the construction was completed, the stillborn young master would be moved there. ....

At that time, Qin Wuyan had reached the point where all thoughts were lost, he had a perverse temper, his temper was extremely irritable, and when he was the most disheartened, he left everything in the priest's mansion and took Zhuang Xiaoyu to search around, and finally found this place. .....

After returning, Qin Wuyan drew a blueprint and handed it to Yan Qing, instructing him to build the mausoleum as shown in the blueprint.

Now the mausoleum has finally been completely completed. The surrounding scenery is beautiful, with beautiful mountains and rivers, singing birds and insects, long white clouds, and gentle breeze.

Yan Qing twisted the mechanism on the stone slab, and the heavy stone door slowly rose.

Qin Wuyan carried Zhuang Xiaoyu into the inner room, and Zhuang Qingyun followed him in. The mausoleum was huge. To Zhuang Qingyun's surprise, although the inside was magnificently decorated, it was no different from Zhuang Xiaoyu's bedroom...

There are desks and bookshelves inside, and handwritten books are placed on the bookshelves. Further forward, there is a landscape screen, and a large bed can be seen by bypassing the screen.

It's just that the top of this bed is a stone slab without anything, and it's shaped like a coffin.

Yan Qing stepped forward and twisted the button on the stone slab, and the slate slowly opened. Inside was indeed a high-quality coffin made of golden nanmu, covered with soft bedding, and the space was large enough to hold several people.

Yan Qing pointed to a specially vacated space inside and said, "This is the place for the little young master."

Qin Wuyan picked up Zhuang Xiaoyu and was about to put him in the coffin.

Zhuang Qingyun was afraid that Qin Wuyan would also jump in, so he quickly stopped him: "Wuyan, this is unlucky."

Qin Wuyan thought for a while, glanced at Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms, and nodded: "Yes, after all, this place is reserved for the dead to lie down."

Hearing Qin Wuyan's indifferent and cold voice and tone, Zhuang Qingyun felt a chill rushing from his back to his scalp...

After seeing the mausoleum, when Qin Wuyan came out with Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms, it was already evening, and the sunset was as beautiful as a pair of gorgeous brocade, hanging on the blue sky.

Qin Wuyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at the sky, a strand of Zhuang Xiaoyu's hair blown by the breeze accidentally hung on a branch.

Qin Wuyan didn't pay attention, and took a step forward, but was stopped by Zhuang Qingyun, who was about to raise his hand to untie the strand of hair caught by the branch, but unexpectedly, the strand of jet-black hair had already fallen from Zhuang Xiaoyu's scalp. Falling off, floating in the evening wind...

Zhuang Qingyun: "..."

Zhuang Qingyun hurriedly went to see Qin Wuyan, but saw Qin Wuyan's dark and deep phoenix eyes turning red little by little...