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The three months of being away were relaxed and leisurely, and when she returned to Beijing for a while, Murong Wei felt a little unreal.

Wen Wan was worried about the safety of her grandfather's family, and she was a little anxious when she got off the boat.

Although Xiao Luochen reported that she was safe, the specific details were vague, and she looked forward to asking Mrs. Zhou about the situation as soon as possible. It's just that now he has to accompany Chu Zhaohui back to his house first, and he has to enter the palace to thank him on the second day, and when he goes back to Xiangyuanbo's Mansion, he will be behind again.

After getting off the boat this time, Wen Wan saw Xiao Luochen standing at the front of the guards, quietly nodded at Xia Yuzhi, and made a reassuring gesture to herself, and Wen Wan's hanging heart was secretly put back in her stomach. I thought I would find a time to see my mother first, so that she could rest assured.

Everyone abandoned the ship and boarded the car one after another, and the honor guards of Mrs. Anguo and the princess lined up, which was very lively.

A group of men and horses drove through the long street, marched to Suzaku Street, and divided into three roads. Su Duhan accompanied her mother and Wen Wan back to King An's Mansion, Xia Lanxin was sent back to Xia Mansion by the guards, and Xia Yuzhi personally escorted Murong Wei into the palace.

Luo Pujia followed Xia Lanxin's team back home, shared a car with Zi Mo, and walked to the Yiwei Herbal Tea House, Zi Mo pointed to the medical hall opposite and said, "Girl, please see, this is Brother Ling's pharmacy." ”

The quaint black façade, with an apricot yellow cloth banner hanging in front of the door, and a few black characters on the book Luo's Pharmacy, is exactly the same as the decoration of the home in the past.

Luo Pujia lifted the curtain of the car and pressed her face tightly against the window, looking so eager and drunk.

In front of the door, there are people coming in and out. Luo Pujia looked at the tall medicine cabinets in the hall from afar, and there was a half curtain printed with blue cloth between the two neat rows of medicine cabinets.

Luo Pujia knew that when she walked through the hall, she would inevitably be connected to the backyard, and maybe there would be a toon tree in the courtyard. My brother even deliberately maintained the original appearance of the apricot-colored cloth banner and half curtain, how could he be reluctant not to restore the appearance of Luo's pharmacy?

In those years, at home, every year in early spring, as soon as the toon tree in the yard spits red buds, my brother would go up to the tree to break the branches that had been drawn early. Mother salted it overnight, and it was a delicious taste. You can also wrap the egg white to make a paste, and cut it in the oil pan, which is the father's appetizer.

My father was not good at drinking, so he only put a small cup of eight dollars in front of him, and one cup was enough. And the plate of cut toons must have bottomed out again and again, half of the little went into her father's mouth, and most of it was left to her and her brother.

The past is like a swept tide, frantically lapping the shore, hitting the barrier of Luo Pujia's memory again and again.

It seems that the years are still passing, and the parents are fine. I hope to lift the curtain and walk in, and I will have the loving and loving smiles of my parents, and I want to throw myself into the arms of my parents and cry to my heart's content, crying all the grievances I have suffered in the past few years.

Luo Pujia bit the handkerchief in her mouth to prevent herself from crying, she put her head on Zi Mo's shoulder, and her body trembled silently. In an instant, the warm wetness was like the water that broke the embankment, permeating Zi Mo's shoulders, and her light Hangzhou silk curtain was instantly wet with tears.

Zi Mo is an orphan who has never enjoyed the affection of his parents, but he is always moved by Luo Pujia these days.

Being a secret guard shouldn't have feelings, but Zi Mo felt that his eyes were astringent. When I touched it, it was full of hot tears. It's easy to kill, but it's hard to comfort people. She slowly stretched out her arm and patted Luo Pujia's back a little unaccustomedly, not knowing how to comfort the poor woman who was heartbroken.

Su Duhan stepped on the solid ground, but his heart was still like riding a boat and drifting with the current, even more up and down.

He returned to his house to settle his mother and Wen Wan, and he didn't even change his clothes, so he immediately made an appointment with Su Guangfu to meet the subordinates of this operation in the outer study of Canglang Xuan.

Earlier, the leader of the black-clothed man, named Hu San, knelt on one knee in front of the two of them and pleaded guilty: "The subordinates are incompetent, and when they rushed to Pingqiao Village, the Zhou family had just left. There was an ambush in the courtyard, and none of the ten masters brought with him survived. The subordinates were lucky, found this thing, and asked the master to take a look. ”

Thinking that Su Duhan's good mood full of anticipation disappeared in an instant, Su Guangfu was more shocked, he never questioned the combat effectiveness of Hu San's team, but it was wiped out in a remote farm manor, which was really beyond his expectations.

He took the oil paper bag in Hu San's hand, his eyebrows furrowed high, and his words became condensed: "For such an important matter, why don't you fly a pigeon and pass the book immediately?" ”

Hu San was crawling on the ground, and the whole person trembled: "The subordinates passed away the carrier pigeons as soon as possible, and for the sake of insurance, they let go of two at the same time, but the master didn't receive the message?" ”

Whether it was an accident on a long journey, or someone intercepted it halfway, it is impossible to find out. What is certain is that some people have taken precautions against the Su family, so that they are now being restrained step by step.

Wen Wan's grandfather's family evaporated, and they left in too haste, and they didn't know who drove them in front of them, and they also drove their own people to extermination. Su Duhan didn't say a word, and pondered coldly. It's hard for ordinary guards to have this ability, could it be the legendary Ouchi master, or the private soldiers of the Xia Mansion?

Thinking of Xia Yuzhi's completely different attitude from the past when he returned, Su Duhan wanted to check from the Xia family more and more.

Su Guangfu had already carefully opened the oil-paper bag and took out an old portrait of a woman inside. The portrait was a thin silk, some years old, and even the ink had faded.

The woman in the painting has a light frown, and willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes on her goose egg face, which is extremely similar to Su Zhangtai and Wen Wan.

It turned out to be the gentle ancestor in order to be cautious, chiseled out the inner wall of the well platform out of a secret grid, and hid the portrait of the princess of Da Zhou in it.

The gentle Tibetan poem that day was shocking, and the old man Zhou was so flustered that he forgot this most important thing, so that the oil paper bag fell into Su Duhan's hands.

In the outer study of Canglang Xuan, Su Duhan and Su Guangfu took a closer look at the portrait of the former dynasty. The woman was in her thirties, with an ordinary bun, a ginger placket, and a dark blue horse-faced skirt, a folk woman's dress, but she couldn't hide the nobility between her eyebrows and eyes.

At the bottom of the portrait, there is a small pear blossom in small letters, which are old and the handwriting has become dim.

It is Her Royal Highness the princess who writes her identity, the words are desolate, and the words are blood and tears. Tell future generations not to be a generation of climbing dragons and phoenixes, and their own life has nothing to do with the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"If it's really Her Royal Highness the Princess, it's really Her Royal Highness the Princess," Su Guangfu stroked the corner of the portrait, and was so excited that he burst into tears: "It's really God bless Da Zhou, I didn't expect that the princess's bloodline is still there, but I don't know who took the lead, is my life worry-free?" ”

The princess's book was obviously a book of drinking and hating, and she had the pain of abandoning the remnants of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which made Su Guang cry and cry when he reread it, and he was even more ashamed.

Pear blossom Luoluo said

Toon trees and honeysuckle have always been planted in my hometown, and every spring, relatives will break off the fresh toon pickled or fried, and the taste of childhood is remembered until now, and suddenly I want to reflect it in the text. I also want to find a suitable place to write about honeysuckle, thank you!