There are more than a dozen spiritual positions of all sizes enshrined in it, flying up in a ladder-like manner, a white candle with gold leaf words is burned on the left and right sides of the spirit, there is a wooden table case in front of the spirit, and a bush of Buddha incense is burning in the bronze incense burner on the top. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As a prince, Sima Xi is in the same line as the current emperor, and the royal family has its own temple to worship the spiritual seat of the first emperor and the first prince, so why should there be a family ancestral hall in the palace. Huan was suspicious, only sticking to the window screen to see the clues of the spiritual position in more detail, fortunately, the house is not big, and the black card and gold letters reflect the candle flame It is quite easy to recognize, probably the name of some meritorious generals and nurses.

Sima Xi took three sticks of incense from the silver incense box of the lotus case on the side of the table, and lit them with fire, and the three sticks of incense rose from each of them. Sima Xi put the incense against his eyebrows again, closed his eyes and saluted all the spiritual positions, and finally inserted it into the incense burner on the case.

Sima Xi only stood quietly in front of the spiritual seat, and did not bow down or speak on the futon at his feet. Huan is bowing in the corner, still daring to peep, the cool and wet dew of the garden and the lush forest can't shake him at all.

Sima Xi stood in front of the spiritual seat for a long time, until the luster in his eyes dimmed, and he slowly stepped forward to uncover the hibiscus-colored silk cloth on the spiritual seat in the corner of the first row, and Huan Jie noticed the spiritual position placed in the inconspicuous corner. Sima Xi's outstretched hand trembled slightly, and Huan all thought of lifting the lady's hijab inexplicably.

The silk cloth is lightly removed, and the gold characters come out. Huan Jie's eyes widened and he looked at it, but there were only four simple words "Fu'er's Spirit" on it.

Sima Xi was very emotional, as if he had seen an old man who had been absent for a long time, and stretched out his fingers tremblingly to caress the depressed and raised gilded name on the spiritual seat.

Seeing the scene, Huan Jun didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing something, only to see Sima Xi take out the jade pendant from Fang Caijian from his arms, and stepped forward to gently tie it to the spiritual position, as if he was tying a love object around the neck of a beauty.

When Huan returned to the wing, the gate of the access control was closed, he had to climb over the wall and enter the hospital, washed up and lay on the bed, although he was very tired today, but he couldn't sleep after turning over and over, and the scene of peeping at night appeared in front of his eyes, especially the name "Fu'er", which caused him to have countless guesses.

Huan Du didn't sleep all night because of this, and he couldn't wait for dawn to get up. Thinking about it, to figure out the mystery of this "Fu'er" still need to rely on the people in the prince's mansion, but it is naturally impossible to ask Chengji, and the most well-informed and safest choice at the moment is the elderly maid who has worked in the prince's mansion.

Huan all inquired, found a maid named "Hong Po" to live, Hong Po left the palace many years ago with her son and daughter-in-law to move to live in Jianye City, although the days are not as moist as the palace but in the end do not need to be a maid with people, but also enjoy the old age.

When Huan entered the house, he brought up some food that the prince had given to their guests, and it was Hongpo's daughter-in-law who received him.

When the daughter-in-law brought Hong Po to sit down, Huan made up a name at random, put the food on the slightly shabby table, and introduced himself: "In Xia Luo Er." The prince of Nanling is sympathetic to his subordinates, and he only needs to do things in the prince's mansion, and he is the person of the prince's mansion, and the prince always remembers. Moreover, Hong Po has lived such a long life, and she is indeed a blessed person, so she specially ordered to come down to congratulate and visit. ”

Hong Po and her daughter-in-law laughed and said, not to mention the side, but the gifts brought by Huan Jun could be used for them to satisfy their hunger for a while, and the two women hurriedly got up to thank Huan Du, and praised Sima Xi's great kindness again and again.

Huan Jun helped the two of them up, and also put on a benevolent and sage posture, talked with the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law for a while, and then reminisced about the past, and said: "What year did Hong Po follow the prince?"

"What year is it...... Hong Po was also worried, but her brain was quite clear, and said, "It's probably the year when Emperor Xiaohui was in power." At that time, the prince was also young, and he was still raised in the palace and did not move out of the house to live. ”

Huan Jun calculated in his heart that he had been here for fifty or sixty years, so he said: "Hong Po is really an old hero in the prince's mansion." ”

Hong Po, a maid who is dedicated to the head of the family all her life, is watching the prince grow up, and most feels that the prince can have today's own contributions, and now he has moved out of the prince's mansion to become a commoner, and no one has mentioned his life's merits at all. Huan is well versed in the hearts of the poor, and his boast is more than bringing a few dollars to make Hong Po comfortable.

"Hong Po. Huan Jun asked again, "The master has been here for so many years, is there a deceased person named Fu'er around him?"

"Fu'er......" Hong Po looked at the open space in the house with her blindfolded eyes, as if she had exhausted her life's thoughts, and after a long time, she shook her head and said, "The old man doesn't remember who named Fu'er." ”

"Hong Po, think about it again!"

"Old body...... I really can't remember...... "Hong Po failed to answer Huan Jie's question, and she also looked a little gloomy, as if she had smashed the signature qualifications of the old maid of the prince's mansion, and said, "This 'Fu'er' should sound like a boudoir name or a milk name, but the prince has no heirs under his knees, no close female dependents, and the wife who died early does not have this milk name." Where did Childe learn about this incense name?"

"It's just that I didn't overhear anyone talking about it in the house that day, saying that the prince was worried about mentioning this person, so as a guest of the prince, he should naturally share his worries with the prince, but he just asked casually, and if Hong Po didn't know, it would be fine. "Huan is already making up lies, and it's not a problem.

Huan saw that she was so serious, so he asked again: "The wife of the prince's early death mentioned by Hong Po does not have this name, what is the evidence of Hong Po? ”

"Childe doesn't know. This lady who died early, the most hated thing on weekdays is the hibiscus flower, if the clothes that came to pay tribute were embroidered with hibiscus flowers, she ordered me to take them and burn them, how could there be such a milk name as 'Fu'er'?"

Huan all sound reasonable, if the name of the boudoir is given "Fu'er", the woman will take this hibiscus flower as her own image when she grows up, and often sew it on the placket of the purse, and cherish it. Huan Ji chatted with Hong Po a few more words, and probably knew that Hong Po had confided everything she knew, and it would be useless to stay in this rotten tile house, so he found an excuse to leave.

Walking on the street, how could a person like Huan who did not reach his goal and did not give up be willing, still thinking about what clues were missing, but he couldn't get it. Walking and walking, the sky darkened, and the day's dawn will be replaced by the night, but Huan Jun found nothing, and after a futile day of rushing, he couldn't help but look a little depressed.

When night fell, it was the beginning of the prosperity of the flower street, and the powerful carriages sped past Huan Ye, rushing to the distance where the lights were getting brighter. Huan looked at it from afar, and suddenly realized something, and he also walked in the direction of Flower Street.

He didn't go to the Qinglou Teaching Workshop, but the storytelling teahouse.

In all dynasties, the storytellers in the teahouse often have the reputation of Bai Xiaosheng in the rivers and lakes, not because they like to have a long tongue, but because they have to inquire around and accumulate materials in order to make a living by telling stories. Those left to pass on the history of the Spring and Autumn Period, is their ability to roll melons at their fingertips, but after all, listening to history seriously is boring and has no sense of substitution, so these storytellers have used the brains of barnyard officials and wild histories, looking for those bizarre, fragrant, and appalling to say, over time, the audience is lacking, the storyteller is broken, and simply plays up the brains of the world, the palace emperors, and the princely families have all turned into storytellers.

Huan all found the one he used to go to before, and the largest one went in. Before the night was late and the meal was at the hour, no one was talking in the teahouse, just people drinking tea and chatting, but Huan was already a frequent visitor here, and walked straight into the rest place of the storyteller in the back room.

"Yo, Gongzi Huan, where do you want to listen today?" The storyteller saw that it was a familiar face, and immediately greeted him, people are seeking food in the rivers and lakes, and these eyes are always there.

"What's new today?" Huan Ji was not in a hurry, too quickly to cut to the point is easy to arouse suspicion from others, only raised his eyes to look around at the furnishings in the storyteller's room, he also came back to the back room for the first time, at first glance I only felt that there were many books here, and the classification was complicated, which was enough to compare with the study of the son of the family.

"I'm writing a new paragraph these days, and I'll get it in a while, Gongzi Huan will come back in a few days, and I'll leave a good place in the front row with Gongzi. ”

"Good. With this sentence alone, I'll come!" Huan all replied cheerfully, paused for a moment and said, "Don't hide it from the master, I came today with a mission, my distant cousin's aunt passed away a few days ago, before leaving, I only talked about my lost sister in childhood, her sister had followed the prince of Nanling for a while, the family knew that she was dead, but I don't know where to bury the details, the world is said that you are a hundred knowers, there is nothing in the world that you don't know, you say, how do I find this person?"

The storyteller smiled, shook his head, and said, "It's like looking for a needle in a haystack." There are many women who have followed the prince, from wives and sisters-in-law to slaves and maids. ”

Huan Jun approached, covered his ears and said: "This girl is extraordinary, she should have a deep relationship with the prince, by the way, this woman's name is 'Fu'er'." ”

"Where?"

"It's not known, I left home at a young age, I was in a foreign land, and my hometown is gone. ”

"That's weird. The storyteller pondered and stroked his beard, "I know a person who is an old craftsman, and he has some intersection with the prince, but ......"

"Who is it?"

"This woman is dead, but she is not a people's daughter. Princess Nankang, the late wife of the Xie family of Chenjun today, was Fu'er when she was raised in the palace!"

Huan Ji was also shocked into a cold sweat, and said: "This is true, the stakes are very high, but I dare not say anything." ”

"The old craftsman only talks about things, that Princess Nankang's milk name is indeed Fu'er, there are not many people who know about this matter, after all, it is the royal pavilion name, and when you count the age, the princess was not married in the early years, and she was indeed raised in the palace with the prince, quite intersecting, but this Fu'er does not seem to be Bi Fu'er, Princess Nankang's royal blood, brocade and glory, it is impossible for any folk sister to recognize her relatives. ”

"In that case, I won't bother the master. Huan Jun had a look of loss on his face, and he was really proud in his heart, holding such a shocking secret in his hand, and there would be an opportunity to tease the Xie family in the future.