On the seventh day, the hearse decorated with long glass finally embarked on the return journey back to Yanlong.

The low sound of the flute drifting from nowhere carries the deep loneliness of passing through eternity.

Fengzhao, who was standing at the front of the car, raised his eyes and looked at the palace in the distance, "Father, I will send my mother back to Yanlong safe and sound." I whispered to the man in my heart.

When he returned to the palace yesterday evening, it was already very late at night.

When he entered the door, he didn't see Lancao, so he ordered Liao Zeru to tell Lancao and asked her to prepare to go to Yanlong with her.

It was Yaoling's proposal to let Lancao accompany him to Yanlong, because although there were many attendants sent to Yanlong by the palace, Gong'e, only Shen'er was a reliable person, and he was afraid that he would be lonely, so he asked Lancao to accompany Shen'er as a companion.

Entering the room, he lay on the recliner and quietly looked at the dim lights and candles on the table, exhausted.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming towards his apartment, not someone in the palace, but somewhat familiar.

The eyes of the lamp and candle narrowed slightly, and a dark light quietly crossed the eyes.

Retracted his eyes from the lamp and looked at the door quietly, and sure enough, the curtain was opened, and a person walked in, but he was secretly taken aback.

Standing at the door was Lan Cao, but today she was very different from the past, standing at the door, a pair of eyes looked at him in the dim light, neither bowing nor speaking.

The two of them looked at me in the dim light and candle flickering, and I looked at you.

After a long time, he said softly to the blue grass, "Should I call you Mr. Ghost Spirit, or Grandpa Ghost Spirit?"

The bluegrass at the door grinned. The smile is indescribably cunning and alert.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from your ears. With that, he walked straight to the low table across from him and sat down.

He stared closely at Mr. Ghost, who looked like a bluegrass, and his eyes were full of deep questions and exploration.

He didn't think that Mr. Ghost Spirit still had such a superb disguise technique, he didn't know if Yao Ling knew about it, and if so, why didn't he tell him? If not, then when did Mr. Ghost Soul change his appearance into Blue Grass, and where did the True Blue Grass go?

Thinking about it, Mr. Ghost Spirit had already arrived in the imperial capital a few days ago, and neither he nor Yueming could find any trace of him, but it turned out that he hid under his nose, and he suddenly appeared when his mother passed away, for some reason?

Xu is his gaze is too cold and strict. Mr. Ghost in front of him was a little uncomfortable. Although it is easy to look like a bluegrass. But the temperament revealed in his eyes is a little different from the blue grass, and in the face of Fengzhao's gaze, he feels that there is some faint oppression around him, which makes him extremely uncomfortable, and he can't help but sigh in his heart The profundity of Fengzhao's skills.

"Hey, hey. I know you kid has so many questions to ask. It's just that none of those things are big deals. Now there is one of the most important things, but your father and I have been planning for many years, and the success depends on your cooperation," he laughed dryly, and then said to Feng Zhao with a serious face.

At the time of Mao, the wind returned to Qingli Palace. This is the hour of my mother's burial.

In the courtyard of Qingli Palace, there are several important ministers in the court, and they all have white filial piety belts tied around their waists, Yueming and Fenghe are also standing in them, and there is a young man with heavy filial piety next to Yueming, and his demeanor is also a steady and introverted scholarly face, but he is the eldest son of He Chang - He Ruoqing.

When Feng Zhao's gaze swept over the face of Wind River, Wind River couldn't help but lower his head, and there was some hidden fear in his eyes. Today, he is also filial piety, and his bearing is much calmer and more humble than before.

Feng Zhao glanced at He Ruoqing again, and an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

At the beginning, Chang Ruoli entered the palace as the sister of Wu Zhuangyuan He Changchang, and died at this time, and wanted to return to his hometown, although the Manchu Dynasty civil and military had a heart, but they didn't dare to say it, but the ministers who didn't know thought that the place where the concubine was going to return was He Chang's hometown, so the He family had to have relatives to escort him. And He Changchang himself was stationed at the border pass, and the matter was handed over to the eldest son of He Fu, as the maternal nephew of the nominal concubine Niangniang, of course he had to carry heavy filial piety.

He Ruoqing doesn't like officialdom, he has been idle at home, and now he is facing such an important event in the court, but he has also done a very decent job in front of hundreds of officials, and all the etiquette rules involved are also in place, which makes Fengzhao and hundreds of officials have some appreciation for him.

"Father, I'm ready. Inside the house, when Chang Ruoli was put into the coffin, Feng Ze gently reported.

Feng Qing looked at Chang Ruoli who had been put into the coffin stupidly.

"Li'er, Li'er. He called silently in his heart.

As the coffin lid bit by bit covered Chang Ruoli's face completely, he slammed his hand to block the coffin lid where there was still a trace of gap.

"Father. Feng Ze called softly.

"Ze'er, your mother is leaving. He said in a low voice, a bottomless pain in his eyes.

Looking at the sparkle in his father's eyes, Feng Ze's heart also felt a little painful, and he took a painting scroll in the porcelain plate held by the palace man next to him, "Father, this is the portrait I painted for my mother, do you think of it?"

Feng Qing slowly withdrew the hand that was blocking the lid of the coffin, took the scroll, opened it, and his eyes were attracted in an instant.

The long glass in the painting seemed to be alive, and he looked at him melancholy.

"Li'er. A soft call, a tear fell.

turned his back, closed his eyes slightly, and with the dull sound of the coffin, his body shook violently, and Xia Linhai on the side wanted to help him, but he stopped him.

Slowly walked out of the Qingli Palace step by step, facing a slightly white sky.

Watching the emperor come out of the house, the ministers standing in the courtyard, Feng Zhao and others hurriedly bent down and saluted.

Feng Qing walked between them with heavy steps, and when he walked in front of Feng Zhao again, he stopped, stood silently for a moment, and then raised his legs and walked out.

Yaoling, who followed behind her, also looked at the wind with heavy eyes and worry.

In the past few days, although they can see the wind every day, they are busy dealing with the return of the concubine, and to this day they have not had the opportunity to speak alone.

"Ling'er. Fengzhao called softly.

"I took the bluegrass. He said to Yaoling in a low voice, and there was gratitude in Yaoling's eyes.

Yaoling's big eyes lit up suddenly, as if a meteor in the sky had crossed by, and then there was a look of relief and relaxation in her eyes.

She nodded at the wind.

Feng Zhao wanted to say something but couldn't say it, just looked at Yao Ling silently with a pair of affectionate eyes, and after the two stared for a while, Yao Ling followed Feng Qing.

These days, Feng Qing is too sad, and Yao Ling is really worried about his body, so he has been following him.

At the moment of stepping into the carriage, Feng Zhao looked back at Yueming, who nodded slightly to him, and his face was still as plain as water.

As the hearse moved slowly, there was a deep and lonely sound of the flute coming from nowhere.

Standing in the front of the car, his body shook slightly, and then his eyes inadvertently looked at a certain place in the palace.

At this time, a lake-blue orchid grass walked out of the car and looked at the palace, and there was some indescribable complexity in his eyes.

"Your father finally got his wish, but Feng Qing's kid hey" sighed, but only Feng Zhao could hear it. (To be continued......)