A young man knocks on the door of the Beijing suburb courtyard.

The boy with his bun opened the door and looked at the visitor suspiciously: "Who are you looking for?" ”

A girl poked her head out from behind the man, about twenty years old, with crisp and picturesque eyebrows and no powder. She asked crisply, "Is Mo Changkong here?" ”

The boy saw her face clearly, obviously it was a very beautiful face, but he didn't know why, his face suddenly turned cold, he glared at her unhappily, and asked, "Who is Mo Changkong?" You're in the wrong place. "Take a step back, and you're going to close the door.

The girl raised her hand to stop him: "Hey, you don't recognize me?" Lan Lieting brought me here, I remember you. ”

Hearing the name of "Lan Lieting", the boy's face became even colder, and even showed a little anger, and his tone became harder and harder: "I don't remember you." ”

The girl did not expect him to deny it, and was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss, and looked at the young man for help. The young man was slightly stunned, as if he remembered something from the past, and when she looked over, he happened to make eye contact with her, and a little sadness appeared in his eyes, and then quickly disappeared.

The girl was stunned, and looked intently, but saw nothing, and was wondering if she had seen it wrong, when she heard the young man's calm voice, and said to the boy, "Excuse me, who lives here?" ”

The boy stared at their clasped hands, and his tone became more and more unkind: "You dare to come and knock on the door without even knowing who lives there, you are really bold!" ”

The young man frowned, still patient, suppressed his anger and continued to ask: "It's not right for us to be presumptuous, it's just that we're looking for people's hearts, so don't be surprised." If Mo Changkong is here, please ask him to come out and talk about it. ”

The boy sneered, didn't say a word, and slammed the door in front of them.

When the girl saw that he refused to be accommodating, she raised her foot and was about to kick the door, but was stopped by the young man: "Don't make trouble. Do you know whose house this is? ”

The girl nodded: "Yes, it's an old man with gray hair and beard." The last time I came, I heard Lan Lie call him master. ”

The hand that held her tightened, and her fingers ached. Lan Lietian is that person again.

The girl twitched lightly and called him dissatisfiedly: "Thirteen, you hurt me." ”

Thirteen suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly let go of his hand, held her fingers in front of her face, and rubbed them gently: "I'm sorry." ”

The girl ignored him and continued to talk to herself: "Mo Changkong used to be Lan Lietian's chief of guard, and he must have come here to see Lan Lietian. ”

Thirteen didn't speak, his head hung down, and his expression was complicated. No wonder she is so persistent, a hurried glance on the street, and perseveringly chased here.

Lan Lieting, the most dazzling legend of Qiguo. It is rumored that he joined the army at an early age, made great achievements, was awarded the title of general at the age of a weak crown, and was the younger brother of the saint's mother's compatriots back then. Two years ago, his old illness relapsed, and the medicine was ineffective, and both the court and the market were sighing "God is jealous of talents". That funeral shocked the whole country.

Only the girl in front of her stubbornly insisted and refused to believe: "He wants me to wait." He said he would come to me again, and he would definitely come. He never lied to me. She thought Lan Lietian was just hiding. Mo Changkong was his guard for many years, when Lan Lietian was in the army, he served left and right, with Lan Lietian being born and dying, and later Lan Lietian was named the marquis, and he became the chief of the guard of the Hou Mansion.

He must have known where Lan Lie had gone.

Suddenly, I heard a "squeak", the door in front of me opened again, and the boy just now reappeared, and said with a dark face: "My master invites you to come in and talk." ”

When I entered the door, I didn't see the old man with gray hair and beard, so I guess I didn't want to see her. Only Mo Changkong stood in the courtyard waiting. He looked at the two of them from a distance and smiled: "Sure enough, it's you, no wonder I didn't find out when I was followed here." Nangong Xueruo girl, I haven't seen her for a long time, how are you doing in the past two years? Noticing that she was still wearing the unmarried girl's hair, he was slightly surprised and looked strangely at Thirteen next to him. Thirteen just gently held Nangong Xueruo's hand, avoiding his eyes, and had no intention of speaking.

Nangong Xueruo was also very happy to see him, and replied briskly: "I'm fine." ”

Her expression was vivid, and her face became more and more delicate and moving. Mo Changkong felt a little emotion in his heart, and praised without hesitation: "The girl is more beautiful than before, and she has finally learned to laugh." ”

Nangong Xueruo subconsciously tilted her head: "He likes me like this." I've been working hard to learn! ”

She didn't say "his" name directly. Mo Changkong thought he was referring to thirteen, and nodded in agreement: "I learned well, I was already a great beauty, and now I am even more beautiful that people dare not look at it." ”

Hearing the compliment, she was so happy that she got carried away for a while, grabbed the corner of Mo Changkong's clothes, and asked very eagerly: "Really?" I want to show him, where is he? Why is it that you are the only one here, and he refuses to see me? ”

Mo Changkong showed a puzzled expression and looked at the thirteen next to her: "Isn't it right next to you?" ”

She thought that Mo Changkong was talking about that person, and she was anxious, so she immediately looked around, looking for the figure of that person: "Where?" ”

Mo Changkong pointed at Thirteen strangely: "Which 'he'?" Not thirteen? ”

She shook her head vigorously: "Where is Lan Lietian?" Isn't he your lord, what about others? ”

Mo Changkong's expression suddenly froze. He looked back at Thirteen, who just sighed and didn't speak. - She doesn't know about Hou Ye? He couldn't guess Thirteen's reaction, he didn't know what Thirteen meant, and he didn't know what arrangements Hou Ye had made back then, and he had no intention of destroying Hou Ye's arrangements. But Nangong Xueruo grabbed his clothes and asked tightly, he couldn't ignore it. After pondering for a long time, he asked carefully: "Two years ago, a major event happened in Jingshi, do you know?" ”

"Something to do with Lan Lie? What's up? ”

"On the third day of the seventh month, it happened in the Hou Mansion."

She asked rhetorically: "The third day of the seventh month?" Isn't it the day of his death? I was still in the house that day until the evening. Then he asked me to leave, and I came out and never saw him again. What happened that night? Where did he go? ”

Mo Changkong was shocked: "In the evening, the Hou Ye died, and the whole house was mourning in Zhang Luo at night, and there was nothing else." As for the whereabouts of Hou Ye, everyone in Qiguo knows - after the first seven days, Hou Ye entered the imperial tomb and rested. "She knew it was the death day, but she didn't know where the Hou Ye was? The mausoleum of the Hou Ye is on the outskirts of Beijing, and everyone knows about it, and they have not hidden it.

She was more puzzled than him: "Why do you want to go to the imperial tomb?" He's not dead. ”

Mo Changkong was shocked: "Girl, do you know what 'death day' means?" ”

She blinked, not very understanding: "It's the day of death, what does it have to do with Lan Lietian?" ”

Mo Changkong was very weak: "Hou Ye's death day, naturally it is Hou Ye's ......" He only said half a sentence, but the meaning was already obvious.

She understood what Mo Changkong meant, but she was very angry, threw off Mo Changkong's sleeves, and said categorically: "Lan Lietian is not dead. That death day has nothing to do with him. "Although the difficulty of escaping to death is very high, it is not impossible to do it with Lan Lie's means.

Mo Changkong didn't know what to say, and looked at Thirteen pleadingly. Thirteen took a deep breath and walked over to pull her, "Well, it's nothing to do with him. Hungry or not? Let's go eat first. I'm going to the West Market to buy honey bean cake for you? ”

"Nope." She was very resolute and stared at Mo Changkong, "Sue me, where is he?" ”

Mo Changkong was silent: "I don't know." - Did she think that it was not the Hou Ye who died back then?

She suddenly lost control: "You have been following him all along, how could you not know?" ”

I know that he was lying in a mausoleum on the outskirts of Beijing, and two years ago, Mr. Yao personally inspected his body, and more than 200 pairs of eyes were staring at him all over the house, including me, and we watched him go in with our own eyes. Mo Changkong said silently in his heart. But looking at her appearance, he couldn't say this.

He looked at her with a look of pity: "Girl, I have forgotten it, as early as a year before you left the mansion, I was kicked out of the mansion by the Hou Ye together with the housekeeper Xia Haojun at the time, and even the news of the death of the Hou Ye in the end was brought by Lin Yuxun to sue me." ”

She seemed to be about to cry, and her tone softened, and she begged, "Is it okay for you to sue me?" I've been waiting for two years, I don't want to wait, I'm going to find him. Is it okay for you to sue me? ”

Mo Changkong was even more strange: "What did he say to you?" ”

Her eyes lit up with hope: "He said he would come to me." ”

Mo Changkong didn't expect that the cold man back then would show such an expression, and couldn't help but look at Thirteen, seeing him pursing his lips and his face stretched expressionlessly.

He remembered that this person had come to the Hou Mansion to see her, and he was the childhood sweetheart she grew up with. The love of those heavenly marquis is very unstable, and it is said that they are jealous. That time, when Thirteen left, he was in a hurry, and he almost bumped into Mo Changkong, who happened to enter the door. The moment he passed by, he saw the darkness in the man's eyes. Almost exactly the same as it is now.

He is also a sick person. It's rare that he still doesn't give up at this time, for fear that he won't be willing to make her sad, so he hasn't told her the truth for a long time.

Mo Changkong was a little unbearable, and decided to open this mouth for him: "Girl, when the Hou Ye was buried, not only I was present, but also the old housekeeper Xia Haojun, and the doctor in the house, Mr. Yao, all watched it personally. If you really want to see Hou Ye again, you might as well go to the Dingguo Hou Mausoleum on the outskirts of Beijing, he is always there. ”

She was stunned, and it took a long time to say, "What do you mean by this?" ”

"The funeral of that year was real. It's not to cover people's eyes. ”

"You lied to me." Her eyes widened, and there was a disproportionate fierceness in her eyes. After leaving the courtyard, Nangong Xueruo was in a trance.

Thirteen took her hand and opened her mouth several times to speak, but when the words came to her mouth, she swallowed again and again, and just walked forward silently.

The streets of the capital are as prosperous as ever, and no matter how the world changes, they will only become legends in the mouths of storytellers. Thirteen bought her favorite honey bean cake and handed it over, Nangong Xueruo obediently took it into her hand, lowered her head and took a bite. She chattered all the way, and finally held it in her hand at this moment, but she couldn't taste anything. She was a little dazed: when Lan Lie poured it to her, it was sweet, soft, and delicious. It's obviously the same shop, and the pastry chef hasn't changed, so why is the taste different?

"Where do you want to go?" Thirteen asked in a low voice, his voice low and soft, as if he was afraid of startling the person in front of him, but there was an unconscious gloom between his eyebrows.

She took another bite of the honey bean cake and chewed it mechanically: "Imperial Tomb." ”

The gloomy color between the thirteen eyebrows was even stronger, and the voice was still restrained and soft: "That is the mausoleum of the Son of Heaven's family, there are soldiers guarding the mausoleum, and ordinary people can't enter." It's still early, so if you want to go, at least prepare and wait until it's dark. ”

Nangong Xueruo nodded obediently, looking docile: "Okay, I'll go back when it's dark." ”

Thirteen frowned, obviously wanting to stop it, but what he said was: "After a few days, I will find out clearly, and I will go with you." ”

Without taking a look at it for herself, she refused to give up. In that case, then accompany her on a trip and let her completely die of this heart. Thirteen quickly mobilized his mind and began to think about the way to explore the deployment of the Imperial Tomb, trying to minimize the danger: no matter what, he had to protect this man.

Sun Xianjing is now married to a woman, and when Thirteen brought Nangong Xueruo to visit, she was surprised and delighted, and stretched out her hand to pull Nangong Xueruo, Yuguang glanced at the thirteen next to her, and retracted her hand in a sneer, not daring to get too close. Then she saw Nangong Xueruo's hairstyle, even though she was surprised in her heart, her face was suppressed, and she never showed it: the ability to hide her feelings was one of the most basic kung fu they learned in the idle pavilion back then.

Thirteen didn't even set foot in the door, he stood at the door and asked bluntly, "How much do you know about the Imperial Tomb?" ”

Sun Xian was stunned: "You want to go to the imperial tomb?" ”

"Hmm." Thirteen responded faintly.

Sun Xianjing turned her eyes to look at Nangong Xueruo, and her dark eyes also looked at Sun Xianjing, as if she was waiting for her answer, and suddenly had a little understanding in her heart, and she lowered her voice and replied very quickly: "Su Lihe doesn't talk to me about these things, and he is from Dali Temple, so he doesn't handle this kind of information." Someone who needs to go to the Ministry of Rites asks. Thirteen nodded: "Who are the people in the Ministry of Rites?" ”

Sun Xianjing thought for a while: "There is someone you should know, Qu Shaojie, who used to be from Dali Temple, and later the saint appreciated his decentness and transferred to the Ministry of Rites." He was mainly taking care of the funeral back then. ”

"Okay." After getting the information he wanted, Thirteen didn't say much, turned his face to Nangong Xueruo and said, "I'll go to find the layout pattern of the imperial mausoleum, and before I come back, stay here and wait for me." ”

Nangong Xueruo nodded obediently, cooperating as before: "Okay." Be careful. ”

Thirteen said to Sun Xianjing again, her eyes were dark, with a slight cold edge: "Take care of her." ”

Sun Xianjing was a little afraid of him in the past, but now she still didn't dare to look at him, lowered her head, and promised sincerely: "I will." Rest assured. ”

When Thirteen was far away, Sun Xianjing dared to pull Nangong Xueruo, returned to the hall and sat down, and spoke next to her: "You have been with Thirteen for the past two years? ”

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