The patterns carved on the walls also look lifelike.
Mo Hanqing squinted her cold eyes and looked at the patterns on the wall. Each picture seemed to tell a story. When viewed together, it seemed as if they were sculpting someone's life.
Ye Qiqi looked at the patterns on the wall for a while, then suddenly ran to a certain picture, pointed at the two people who were bending over and saluting each other and asked: "Sir, what are they doing??"
Mo Hanqing looked in the direction of her finger.
Carved on the wall are two people, a man and a woman, dressed in rich clothes. The woman's head is covered with a hijab, and the man has a big flower on his chest. The background is the lobby. Two people are sitting in the lobby, and there are people standing around them. There were many people, smoke was curling up on the table, and a series of things such as red candles, peanuts, and longan were placed on the table.
Obviously, that picture was engraved with a wedding scene.
Mo Hanqing was silent for a moment, and then said to Ye Qiqi: "They... are just saluting each other."
"Huh? Then why does she have to salute with a piece of cloth on her head??" Ye Qiqi pointed to the woman in the pattern with puzzled eyes.
"This is a... custom." Mo Hanqing said calmly with no expression on his face.
"Oh... what a strange custom..." Ye Qiqi stared at the picture for a long time, and then said with an envious expression: "The skirt she wears is so beautiful, I want a skirt like this too."
"You will have it in the future." Mo Hanqing glanced at the picture on the picture again, said no more, and walked straight forward.
"Huh? Really? Will I really have such a beautiful dress in the future??" Ye Qiqi tilted her little head, followed Mo Hanqing step by step, and said with an excited expression: "Then come When the time comes, I must wear such a beautiful dress to salute the young master."
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When Mo Hanqing walked forward, he paused slightly when he heard her words, and then walked faster.
"Hey... Young Master, please wait for me..."
Ye Qiqi saw someone walking faster and faster, and her short legs could hardly keep up, so she simply picked up the hem of her skirt and trotted after Mo Hanqing.
After passing through the long passage, their eyes suddenly opened up.
A magnificent palace appeared before them calmly.
There are nine gold and jade pillars standing there in the main hall, each pillar is carved with different patterns.
Mo Hanqing walked slowly in front of those pillars, his deep black eyes scanning every pattern.
"Wow, what are these? It's so spectacular!" Ye Qiqi looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.
After Mo Hanqing was silent for a moment, he said to her in a calm voice: "These are the sons of dragons."
"ah?"
"The dragon gives birth to nine sons, all of whom are different. The nine sons of the dragon are carved on these pillars: Qi Niu, Jia Sui, Bi Fan, Suan Ni, Taotie, Jiao Tu, Bi Xi, Chi Kiss and Pi Xiu." Mo Han. Qing's cold voice spoke slowly one by one.
"Uh..." Ye Qiqi blinked, shook his furry little head, looked at him blankly and said, "I've never heard of it."
Mo Hanqing glanced at her. He didn't expect her to give any opinions, but everything around him... no matter how he looked at it, he felt...
This seems to be a... mausoleum.