It's early spring.

In the cold season of spring, thank you for the magnolia and the peach blossoms.

Ten miles on the outskirts of Beijing, the wilderness that was originally barren and bleak was also washed by this spring. However, in the midst of this green jade, there is a lonely grave, and there is a figure faintly curled up in front of the grave.

Qin Yue approached and saw the man sitting cross-legged on the grass in front of the grave, holding the pot in his right hand, tilting his head and pouring wine into his mouth.

She glanced at the man with mixed feelings, and her eyes fell on the tombstone in front of the grave, which read "The Tomb of Her Best Friend Shen Jin", and the inscription was "Duan Chen Weeping".

Gradually, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Back then, the Shen family was rich and the enemy was the object of competition from all forces, and there were even rumors: Whoever can get the support of the Shen family will be able to enter the Dragon Court and be ranked in the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

In fact, the final ending did confirm this rumor: King Xuan, who was fully supported by the Shen family, became the new ruler in this troubled era, ascended the throne six years ago, and changed his name to Wan Xuan.

It's now six years of Wan Xuan.

Qin Yue is the fifth lady of the Qin family and the eldest daughter of the third master of Qin. Coincidentally, she was born in the first year of Wan Xuan, coinciding with the emperor's wedding, and today's queen is the Qin family's descendant, Qin Yue's fourth aunt Qin Li, because of this opportunity, she is favored and loved in the Qin family, and she is also deeply liked by the emperor.

For this honor, Qin Yue was very indifferent. Having this kind of bearing and self-cultivation at a young age made the Qin family members even more high-minded.

The man seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts, completely unaware of the small figure behind him.

Qin Yue walked to the grave by himself, stretching out his hand to pull the weeds on the grave.

The grave was no longer new, and the weeds and vines had crawled the entire mound, almost drowning her small body, which made people feel a little depressed for no reason.

It was only at this time that the man noticed the extra uninvited guest beside him, and when he saw the petite figure in the weeds, his face couldn't help but change slightly, and he frowned instantly, and subconsciously asked, "Who are you?"

Qin Yue straightened his waist, faced him, and replied lightly: "Passerby." ”

The man slowly stood up and threw the flask on the ground casually, and although he heard her answer, the doubt in his eyes did not decrease, but only intensified.

Qin Yue also looked at him quietly.

The man in front of him was tall and straight, handsome and dusty, wearing a moon-white gown, his hair was curled up casually with a white hosta, about twenty-three or four years old, but his deep eyes revealed ageless sadness.

He stared at Qin Yue's eyes for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Little girl, have we met somewhere?"

Qin Yue was stunned for a moment, then smiled and glanced to the side.

Not far from here, a carriage was quietly parked, and there were two men dressed in strong clothes standing on the side, as well as a grandmother and a little maid.

It was really not easy for her to sneak out of the house today, so she only brought Mama Wu and Qing Ying, as well as the two personal guards. In the Guogong Mansion, only these four people can be regarded as her own people.

Rao is like this, and he doesn't dare to delay for too long, in case it is known by other people in the house, the consequences are unimaginable.

She is only six years old now, and there are many things that she can't do, and she can't do.

Alas, it's hard for him to remember this day.

Qin Yue sighed for no reason.

Today is Shen Jin's death day, and not many people know about it.

Shen Jin, known to the world, is the head of the four sons of the capital, handsome and beautiful, with "a piano, a flute and a purple clothes" is talked about by the world, although he is from a business family, but he is a friend of today's majesty, and his identity is also extremely noble.

It's a pity that in the Changxu War, he died in the chaos of arrows in order to save his majesty.

After the emperor ascended the throne, he posthumously crowned him as the King of Loyalty, and ordered to build the Martyrs' Shrine in Gangneung for the world to admire. However, no matter how grand the posthumous seal is, it can't get his life back.

And the Shen family, so far, their vitality has been greatly damaged, and since then they have been in a slump and have to retreat to the shopping mall.

Of course, this is just Shen Jin in the eyes of the world.

Duan Chen is one of the few people who knows the inside story.

In fact, Shen Jin, the purple-clothed son of the head of the four sons of the capital, is a daughter. In the Changxu War, she did not die, but moved from the front of the stage to the background, and continued to serve as Emperor Wan Xuan's military advisor and think tank. It's just that when Emperor Wan Xuan became famous, to be precise, it was after he ascended the throne that he died inexplicably from a glass of poisoned wine.

When she died, it coincided with the wedding of the emperor and queen, and it was also the time when Qin Yue was born.

Somehow, Duan Chen always felt that the eyes of the little girl in front of him made him feel inexplicably familiar, but he searched all the memories in his mind, and he couldn't find any fragments of his acquaintance with her.

Who is this little girl?

Why did he have such an inexplicably familiar look?

Duan Chen opened his mouth, just about to ask something. Well, the mother-in-law and the little maid over there have already walked briskly to this side.

Qin Yue couldn't explain too much to him, so he hurriedly greeted him and got into the carriage with the help of the two.

The carriage soon flew away, and the sound of the horses' hooves faded away.

Silence reigned in the wilderness.

A gentle breeze blew, bringing with it a chill.

Duan Chen sat down cross-legged again and continued to drink, but his heart couldn't calm down for a long time, and those smoke-like past events came one after another.

The four sons of the capital, he is actually one of them. At that time, the young people in the rivers and lakes, fresh clothes and angry horses, how wanton and free and easy? Now, it has only been eight years, and it has turned out that things are no longer human.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

What kind of amazing and brilliant woman is that! With the talent of the heavens and the earth, she can strategize in the palm of her hand, and win the battle thousands of miles away. She is his friend, his confidant, his fan, and the love of his life that he can't forget.

Duan Chen sat alone for a while, and when he saw that the sky was overcast, he stood up with Shi Shiran, patted the crumbs on his shirt casually, and turned around and left lonely.

Unexpectedly, not long after he left, a man with a black scarf on his face ushered in front of the lonely grave. He was tall, but his back was very desolate, he was wearing a dark shirt, a round jade pendant hung around his waist, and his exposed eyes looked sad and painful.

The man stood in front of the grave for a long time, and did not make any unnecessary movements.

However, there was a figure swaying in the grass not far away.

Soon, it began to drizzle.

The man was unconscious, still standing quietly in front of the grave, silent and unmoving.

A figure flashed in the grass, and someone stepped forward with an umbrella and put it on the man's head. A warm voice immediately sounded, "Childe, it's raining heavily, please go back!"

The man shook his head lightly and said indifferently: "It's hard to come out, let's stay with her for a while!"

"But—" The man holding the umbrella tried to persuade him again, but the latter words were stopped by the man's gesture.

He didn't dare to say more, so he quietly held his umbrella and stood behind him.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind him: "It's you!" There was surprise in the voice, and there was a faint anger.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago—"

"What are you doing here today?"

"Repentance? It's too late, it's too late!"

Duan Chen went and returned, and at this time he had quietly stood behind the two of them, his face was full of anger, and his words were fast and urgent, and there was no sense of respect. But it can also be heard that the two should know each other.

The man in the dark robe turned around and looked at him sadly.

The man holding the umbrella also turned around, glared at him, and reprimanded: "Fourth, don't talk nonsense!"

Duan Chen snorted coldly, glanced at him, and said, "Xiao Qian, don't think that everyone is like you, like to climb dragons and phoenixes! I really want to die, so I'd better go over there and accompany Jin'er!"

When Xiao Qian heard this, his face changed sharply, and he couldn't help but glance at the man in Xuanyi on the side, seeing that he didn't react, his heart was a little more relieved, and then he sighed, took a few steps closer to Duan Chen, and said in a low voice: "You know that he is uncomfortable, so why bother to squeeze him! Fourth, we are brothers after all, although Jin'er is gone, I still hope that we can be the same as before! I will always treat you as a brother!"

Duan Chen sneered again and again, and finally said decisively: "I'm sorry, Xiao Qian, I can't treat you as a brother! From the moment Jin'er died, you and I will no longer be brothers!"

After speaking, without waiting for the two to react, they turned around and left resolutely.

From beginning to end, the man in Xuanyi didn't speak, only the moment he left, the light in his eyes dimmed a little.