Chapter 39:

Discussions on the Internet are getting louder and louder, especially in recent days, as Su Xiaotong’s popularity has risen, a large number of malicious comments have flooded into the three-point Weibo. They can’t find the direction of the attack on the works. Tucao from other aspects, especially the three-point appearance, has always been conjectured.
She has written articles for so many years. As the who sells the most film and television copyrights, not only has she never held a signing event, but even the film and television company has never shown her face when she started shooting her works. Because of this, many readers acquiesced that they were three-pointers and very poor-looking, because they were too bad for the audience and not easy to make public. Of course, those who really like her are fans of her works and character.
In the big dining hall B, people come and go, noisy, and the aroma of food floats around.
"The sweet and sour meat made by Auntie is getting more and more flavorful." Jiang Youyou was full of flavour, "By the way, are your feet better?"
Ning Mitang drank the soup, "Actually, the sprain is not serious, so there is basically nothing wrong with it."
"I think your boyfriend's look is not as relaxed as you said." Jiang Youyou winked at her, jokingly said: "Seeing him holding you this morning, that nervous and distressed look is simply afraid of you. Knock, bump, hurt again."
She smiled ambiguously, "I watched from the sidelines, your boyfriend's fiery eyes stuck on you, and I can't wait to stay away. I see, does he still want to carry you?"
I don't know if the heat of the soup in the tile cup is escaping, causing Ning Mitang's face to become hot and blushing.
"Ok."
She lowered her eyes, remembering how Mo Huai insisted on carrying her downstairs this morning, and after walking a few steps, she turned around and asked her to kiss her. If she didn’t kiss, he would act like being wronged, bullied, and pitiful. Xixi look. If she kisses, he will show you a triumphant look again, which makes her happy and helpless.
Ning Mitang felt that in front of Mo Huai, she felt that her heart was like cotton and chocolate, without the ability to resist at all. It would become soft and melted with sweetness.
"Tsk tusk, are you really right?" Jiang Youyou stuffed a bite of meat, glanced at Ning Mitang's blushing face, and said vaguely.
Ning Mitang joked with her: "Yes, yes, Jiang Lingtong."
"I think I really can afford this title." Jiang Youyou nodded in agreement, "By the way, Mitang, have you heard of Huang Min from the Department of Finance?"
"Huang Min?" She remembered Qiao Ziyan saying before that one of Liang Yanting's roommates was called Huang Min.
"Yes." Jiang Youyou put down his chopsticks, approached Ning Mitang's side, and lowered his voice: "I received news that the corpse in the uninhabited lake was called Liang Yanting, and her roommate Huang Min was the one who killed."
Ning Mitang looked startled. She knew that the murderer was Huang Min, and she told Qiao Ziyan that she would provide him with a direction for investigation. So, did he believe her?
Jiang Youyou sighed, "The police found a small bottle containing a drug in her shoes. I heard that Liang Yanting bought the drug and was stolen by her. The murderer was actually from the school again. It is estimated that as soon as the news came out, the school A lot of work has to be done to maintain the image."
Ning Mitang thought of Huang Min's red acne-marked face and the extremely uncomfortable aura on her body, so she didn't want to talk about this person anymore. The subject changed, "Yoyou, is there any news about that ancient tomb recently?"
Speaking of this, Jiang Youyou was a little bit enthusiastic. "Since the mummy was lost, there has been no progress in the study of the ancient tomb. Archaeological experts could not find any information to prove that era, not even the manufacture of jade coffins, and other dead bodies. Clothes, there is no dynasty related to it."
Ning Mitang asked casually, but she didn't expect her to say this, her beautiful brows frowned slightly, "What does it mean to not find the relevant dynasty?"
"I heard my uncle say that the corpse in the ancient tomb may be from a dynasty that has not been recorded in history." Jiang Youyou's eyes were full of awe-inspiring expressions, "but this is just the speculation of experts. Is it still missing? The dynasty of historical information still needs to be studied."
Ning Mitang tried hard to suppress the turbulent surprise in his heart. In other words, could Mo Huai exist in a dynasty that has not yet been discovered in history?
However, what shocked Ning Mitang even more was what Jiang Youyou said next.
"However, one thing that archaeological experts are more certain is that based on the placement of so many jade coffins in the ancient tombs at that time, and referring to the funeral materials of ancient times, they inferred that the position of the 110 jade coffins was placed. In the Resurrection Soul Gathering Array, all one hundred and eleven soldiers were buried with living people. In ancient times, people were too superstitious, not only thinking about resurrection from the dead, but also thinking about someone to serve after the resurrection."
Jiang Youyou's face was full of pity, "Moreover, according to the data, this formation is only effective against the emperor. Therefore, the mummy may be an unrecorded emperor in history. However, all this is just speculation. , No proof has been found, and now the body is still missing, the archaeological experts are clueless."
At this time, Ning Mitang's white and slender fingers were tightly holding the chopsticks, the blood of the fingertips faded and a little white due to the force. Her thoughts at the moment all fell on the word revival soul gathering formation. Mo Huai is indeed resurrected, so the speculation of the archaeologists should be correct?
Jiang Youyou saw Ning Mitang silent, she reached out and pushed her, "What are you thinking about, so absorbed?"
"Think of what you just said." Ning Mitang frowned. After she was with Mo Huai, she never thought about his previous life. It seems that his previous life was more powerful than she thought. "There will be the latest news about the ancient tomb in the future, long, please tell me the first time."
Jiang Youyou looked at Ning Mitang a little bit curiously. It was the first time that she saw the other person so concerned about one thing. Usually, except for her boyfriend, she is not hurried about everything except her boyfriend. She has an arbitrary attitude and doesn't ask much. She replied: "No problem."
There were only three lessons in the afternoon. After finishing the last lesson on ancient Chinese history, Ning Mitang quickly packed his textbooks, put on gloves, and walked out of the classroom.
Walking on the campus, the weather was very dark in winter, and it was already a little dark before five o'clock in the afternoon. The cold wind was piercing, and the dead trees on both sides of the road were blown to shake their branches and leaves.
The weather in December was gloomy and gloomy. Ning Mitang checked the weather forecast and it should snow in a few days. After taking a breath, the white mist curled out, she pulled up the scarf around her neck, and her small white face was half hidden in the scarf, and her over-white complexion almost blended with the white scarf.
After bypassing the library gate, Ning Mitang came to the back of the library, under the old tree not far from the small grass slope. The man wore a thin black windbreaker on the upper body and black pants that were properly cut. He was tall and straight. It is hard to ignore.
At this moment, the man lowered his eyes, his face was cold, and the black bangs on his forehead were blown by the cold wind, a little messy, but becoming more and more handsome. The girls passing by turned back and secretly looked at it.
"Ahuai." Ning Mitang yelled softly, Qing Ling's voice was dissipated a bit by the cold wind, and she whispered a little vaguely. When she was about to speak again, the man on the opposite side had already raised his eyes and looked at her. The next second, the slender legs strode out directly, walking towards him with a breath of awe-inspiring coldness.
The cold breath faded, and the clean eyebrows were dyed with joy, "Tangtang."
Ning Mitang smiled like Yan, "Have you waited for a long time?"
Mo Huai leaned close to the girl and reached out to hold her little hand, "It's not long, just a while."
Touching the cold temperature of the big hand, Ning Mitang instantly shook it back. Since his heartbeat was restored, his body temperature has been slightly warm. Now that the cold touch is so cold, it is obvious that she has been blew by the cold wind for a long time here, and her heart hurts. .
"Why don't you wear so little?" He looked at the man's clothes, looking very handsome, but very thin.
Mo Huai wore a messy short hair, his eyes were bright, and he looked at her eagerly, "I forgot to wear more clothes." He shook his body, as if it was really cold, "Tangtang, you are close to me One point, I'm a bit cold." He was so shy, he said directly.
Ning Mitang sighed, and she took off the white scarf from her neck, "head down."
"Huh?" He lowered his head obediently, "What's the matter?"
Wrap the white wool scarf around the man's neck in a circle, several layers. Mo Huai was good-looking, with a handsome face and a white scarf.
The neck was warm and fragrant, and the cold wind couldn't get into the neckline. He smelled the scarf that was tainted with the fragrance of the girl’s body, and Mo Huai’s dark eyes were full of moving light, "I don’t wear it, Tangtang, yourself Wearing."
To stop the man from trying to take off the scarf, she said: "My clothes are thick, you wear them. The weather will get colder and colder, Ahuai, you can't wear so little anymore. If you are cold, I It will hurt."
Fearing that he would not understand it deeply, she continued: "Besides, the body you are recovering now is no longer the same as before. It is not afraid of pain or cold. If you are cold, you will get sick, so you can't kiss me."
If he is sick, he can't make affection with Tangtang. This is the most difficult thing for Mo Huai to accept. Realizing the seriousness of the matter, he solemnly nodded, "I see."
It was still early, Mo Huai walked slowly back to the apartment with Ning Mitang. The short-cut path that the two took, with fewer vehicles and pedestrians, is very suitable for walking.
After walking a short distance, Mo Huai took out a bottle of milk from the backpack behind him, "Tangtang, give you a drink."
Ning Mitang held the bottle of milk in her hand, still carrying a slightly hot temperature, it was obviously heated. She took a sip happily, and the warm milk flowed into the body down her throat, very comfortable, and the coldness all over her body was instantly faded. The jet-black eyes were filled with bright water, "Ahuai, you are so sweet."
Mo Huai was very happy. The teachings in the book were really useful. Girls like caring and careful boyfriends, "Tangtang, do you want to..."
"Hush!"
Ning Mitang suddenly interrupted him, she tilted her ears, "What sound?"