In Zhang Xiaolan's Qingzhu Courtyard, in a luxurious room, a girl knelt on the ground and cried.

After listening to the girl's words, Zhang Xiaolan darkened her face.

"She, did she really say that?"

The girl who went to deliver the cheats in the morning nodded and wiped her tears, "Really, you have to punish me." ”

Zhang Xiaolan raised her finger, "You go out first." ”

The girl wiped her tears and got up and went out.

The girl standing behind Zhang Xiaolan touched her swollen face, lowered her eyes and didn't speak.

Zhang Xiaolan said: "Fanju, I always feel that the fifth sister has changed. ”

The corners of Pink Chrysanthemum's mouth twitched, and she still remembers the moment she was hit last night. She empathized with Zhang Xiaolan's words.

"Xu yes, what stimulated me to change my temperament greatly?"

Zhang Xiaolan shook her head, "Anyway, it's better not to provoke her in the last few days." ”

Pink Chrysanthemum nodded, "Yes." ”

On the second day, it was still a day of rest, and as soon as Beiyue woke up, he heard Lu Ming say that someone sent the spirit back to Beijing in the morning, and it was the spirit of Qi Beiyue, the daughter of General Zhenguo.

At first glance, when I heard that my spirit was going back to Beijing, it felt quite sour.

Qi Beiyue sat on the bed for a long time.

When Lu Ming saw her like this, he thought she was afraid, "Miss, don't be afraid, don't go to our side, on the official road of Changping Street, it leads directly to the Zhenguo General's Mansion." ”

The corners of Beiyue's eyebrows jumped, "Zhenguo General's Mansion?"

"Yes, I heard that the emperor appointed the national teacher to greet him. Because General Zhenguo was not killed in battle, he sent someone to clean up the General Zhenguo's mansion and just waited for him to come back one day. This Miss Qi was killed in battle, and the emperor specially ordered her to be buried according to the princess's etiquette. ”

Beiyue got up to change her clothes and deliberately picked out an agarwood-colored robe.

Lu Ming held up his robe, "Miss, will this one be too dark, you didn't like this color before." ”

"That's it. Beiyue sat down in front of the mirror, "Comb a simple bun, I'm going to take a look." ”

Lu Ming picked up the comb as ordered, "Miss wants to go and see it?"

"Of course. Beiyue quietly looked at the strange and beautiful face in the mirror, of course she wanted to see her coffin, although it felt a little weird.

Lu Ming silently helped her comb her hair, passed breakfast again, and waited for Beiyue to finish it quickly, and then went out with her.

The Zhang Mansion and the Zhenguo General's Mansion were not too far apart, and Lu Ming wanted to call a carriage, but was stopped by Beiyue.

"It's not far, it's just a walk. ”

Lu Ming was surprised, even if the young lady forgot things, many habits had changed, and she used to be the least fond of walking.

Qi Beiyue has not returned to the capital for more than half a year, and is familiar and unfamiliar with this place, and wants to see the bustling streets.

The two of them went to the Zhenguo General's Mansion one after the other, no, it will soon be renamed the Zhenguo Mansion, and they walked.

Both sides of the road were very lively, because it was still early, the breakfast shop had not yet been cleaned up, and the other shops had just opened, and the guys were shouting and greeting the guests.

Qi Beiyue smelled the lively atmosphere and was in a much better mood.

After walking for a long time, I could see the flag standing high in front of the Zhenguo General's Mansion from a distance, but Beiyue stopped.

There was the sound of neat but heavy footsteps at the end of the street, many and well-trained, accompanied by the clamor of pedestrians on the street to avoid it.

Here it comes!

Beiyue looked over.

The leader was a young girl, dressed in fiery red clothes, men's clothes, and a long gown tied tightly around her waist, showing her slender and slender figure.

She was masked, rode a dragon, and was at the front of the line.

Her dragon looked like a fire dragon, obediently retracting its wings and walking on the ground. The long pointed tail was raised high, and the head was extended, and she looked as proud as the girl.

Beiyue walked to the side of the road and looked at it from a distance. Because she hadn't been back to the capital for a long time, she hadn't seen this person.

"Who is this?" she asked Lu Ming next to her.

Because more and more people gathered, Lu Ming was squeezed around. Hearing Beiyue ask her, she struggled to reach her ear, "This is the National Teacher, Miss doesn't remember?"

Kitazuki squinted.

The Great Yan Kingdom has been in the Falling Dust Continent for more than a thousand years since its founding, and which national teacher is not a person fifty miles away, how have he ever seen such a young national teacher.

She smiled and shook her head, "I don't remember." ”

"He is the youngest national teacher in the history of our Great Yan Country. On the day of the handover with the previous national teacher, purple light fell from the sky, and the stars were of different colors, and he was the chosen one. Lu Ming explained wholeheartedly.

Beiyue watched her come with a dragon, and there was always a sense of familiarity in her heart.

Although the woman was masked, her eyes were very familiar, as if they had seen them somewhere.

Beiyue put her hands behind her waist, and although the crowd was crowded, she didn't move at all, only looking straight at the girl riding on the dragon with a pair of eyes.

The procession walked slowly, the ceremony was quite luxurious, and sixteen people carried the coffin and walked towards the Zhenguo General's Mansion.

They are to remain there for seven days, and then they are to be buried.

Sure enough, it was the emperor who appointed the national teacher to welcome her coffin into Beijing and properly placed it in the mansion.

Seven days later, naturally, the National Teacher personally cast the spell and watched her be buried.

The mighty procession entered the Zhenguo General's Mansion, and the people on both sides of the street nodded frequently, praising the Humen general who died on the battlefield at the age of seventeen.

Beiyue had an indescribable feeling in her heart. Both happy and unhappy.

Happily, she didn't die in vain, and kept the peace and prosperity of this side.

Unhappily, she hoped that she could live with her father into the Zhenguo General's Mansion.

The people on both sides of the street commented and dispersed.

Only Beiyue was left standing motionless, staring at the gate of the General's Mansion.

Lu Ming waited for a while, but finally couldn't hold back, and reminded, "Miss, let's go back?"

Beiyue shook her head, "Let's go, go to the teahouse in front and sit down." With that, he walked straight to a teahouse.

This teahouse is not small, with a total of three floors, the first floor is the lobby, the second floor is the private room, and the third floor is reserved for distinguished guests.

Beiyue went up to the second floor and picked a seat by the window and sat down.

Coincidentally, the storyteller was beating the small drum and talking about the great military exploits of the Zhenguo Gong Qi Shen.

Qi Shen became famous as a young man, and he was the best graduate of Qingyun Academy in the first year of Jiaren. As soon as he graduated, he went to the battlefield and went from an ordinary archmage to an ultimate archmage on the battlefield.

These northern moons know that they feel especially proud to say it from other people's mouths.

I ordered two plates of melon seeds and listened to the story of the storyteller, which was so pleasant.

Soon it was almost noon, and Beiyue frequently looked out of the window.

After a short time, the gate of the Zhenguo General's Mansion opened, and two attendant-like people came out first, and then they saw a dragon forced to walk on the ground and go out of the gate with his head down.

The gate of the Zhenguo General's Mansion is very high and wide, just for the convenience of some people to bring dragons in.

Beiyue pushed away the melon seeds on the table, clapped her hands, and said to Lu Ming, who was sitting opposite her and listened with relish: "Go!"

Lu Ming came back to his senses, not knowing why, but he was still reluctant to get up and followed Beiyue downstairs.

There were many pedestrians on the street, and a young woman led a boy of four or five years old to buy steamed buns next to the bun shop.

On the other end, a young girl dressed in fiery red saluted the Lord of the Rites, and the three-year-tall dragon behind her waved her wings and puffed two cigarettes impatiently from her nostrils.

The young woman wrapped the bun and turned to pull the boy, but found that the child who had been by her side had already run towards the dragon.

The dragon's tanned reins were held in the maiden's hand, and it bit lightly twice.

The little boy was about to run to its feet, this kind of fire dragon was very rare in the capital, only a knight with high ability could control it, and the boy was of course curious to take a closer look.

The National Teacher was still discussing a few details with the Ministry of Rites, but he didn't notice that the dragon behind him kicked his feet, trying to drive away the little boy who had already run to his feet.