On the seventh day of the fifth month of the twentieth year of Kangshun, Empress Aijing entered the mausoleum, and all the wealthy nobles of the Xialan Dynasty wore linen and filial piety to line up to support the spirit, and the prince Xiahou An opened the entrance of the imperial mausoleum and led the prince and grandson to personally carry the spirit into the tomb.

On the eighth day of the fifth month, the Xie family, who had been mourning for half a month because the first queen did not enter the mausoleum, restarted the funeral song, and the withered white prayer flags flew, and the old Rongguo Gong entered the funeral.

The marquis family in all parts of the capital did not leave, and they all saw off the old grandfather of the famous one, although the scene could not be the same as the national funeral, but the grandfather was still honorable.

A banquet was held in the Guogong Mansion to thank the guests who came to pay tribute to the funeral, and Tillian came out of Rongshou Ju and leaned on the porch in a daze.

Compared with the days when my grandfather just left, when I went to the funeral today, everyone in the Xie family, even my grandmother, did not cry, which seemed to outsiders that the children and grandchildren were too affectionate, but only the Xie family knew that the grandfather, who had been tough all his life, did not want to see them mourn for too long, especially the fragility of the Xie family, which could not appear in front of others.

Qingwei stood silently beside her, looking worriedly at Di Lian, who described her haggard and indifferent expression, she knew that her young lady's appearance was not as reassuring as crying and grieving.

A person walked by in the corner of the corridor, and Qingwei looked sideways, but saw a very thin boy in plain clothes, with a clear appearance like a god's mansion, it was the grandson of Yunhou.

Yun Shili slowly approached, settling at Tilian's side.

Hearing the sound of the green basket saluting, Tilian came back to her senses, looked sideways at the people around her, smiled lightly, and her voice was slightly hoarse and low.

"You came here, but something?"

The clear moon eyes were as calm as a well, Yun Shili frowned slightly, his deep sea-like eyes were soft and quiet, and he looked at her silently.

Seeing him like this, her eyelids drooped, and Tillian whispered, "Thank you for worrying about me, I'm fine." With that, he walked slowly along the corridor.

The peach blossom eyes that were as soft as an abyss followed closely together, and Yun Shili followed behind her, quiet and peaceful.

Xie Hengxu searched for Tillian everywhere in the mansion, and when he arrived at the corner of the corridor in the southeast corner of the garden, he saw such a scene, and for some reason he stopped in place.

In the plain white eyes, the white and clean man silently guarded Tilian, and his gentle eyes fell on her, as if he could no longer see anyone.

His eyebrows frowned, and Xie Hengxu only felt flustered.

Di Lian Wu thought about something to herself, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Xie Hengxu, who was standing not far away, looking at his solemn expression, and for some reason, the signature that her grandfather chanted before his death came to mind.

Stepping down and stopping, Tillian looked at Xie Hengxu in a daze.

'The clouds and the sun will eventually disperse, and they will perch on the top of the sky', Tilian does not believe in these foolish people's signatures, which are nothing more than ambiguity and let the people who draw lots conjecture for themselves.

But she was so disgusted that she could read the meaning of this sign, perched on the top of the weight, she never thought of standing above ten thousand people, she liked to swim in freedom, boating on the beauty lake, and the rain curtain on the west building.

What a deceitful life! She didn't want to be bound by it.

Seeing her standing in the distance and looking at herself but not close, the traces of Xie Hengxu's eyebrows deepened, and the hand hanging in the wide sleeve of his side clenched unconsciously, this woman has been built in his life for many years, and today he is the first time that he feels that she is so far away.

In a panic, Xie Hengxu's legs took a step towards her before his heart, but he stopped after a step, because Di Lian, who had not moved yet, approached him quickly at this time, as if she was running.

The anxiety of his heart was magically destroyed, Xie Hengxu was slightly stunned, watching her fall into his arms like a cave, and his arms had already hugged her.

The phoenix eyes blinked, Xie Hengxu hooked her lips shallowly, lowered her eyes, her face buried in his chest, and only the top of her black hair could be seen, and the plain white jasmine and pearls were interspersed, which was clear and moving.

"Lian'er? What's wrong? ”

Tillian shook her head slightly, wrapped her arms around his lean waist, and whispered, "I'm a little tired, stay with me for a while." ”

stroked her hair dotingly, Xie Hengxu responded in a low voice, bent over and picked her up horizontally, turned around and glanced at Yun Shili, who looked melancholy a few steps away, and walked away.

Qing Huo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then looked sideways at Yunhou Shisun beside him, his face was as dark blue as ink and black, cold and sad, and it was shattered to look at.

Not daring to suspect more, Qinghu hurriedly lowered his eyes, bowed his knees, and hurriedly followed the figures of the two to leave.

Under the vermilion corridor where the white flags are flying, there is only a touch of clouds that do not disperse.

Xie Xunke has been fighting all his life, and his death did make the dense tree of the Xie family tremble a few times, but fortunately, it was orderly, and Mrs. Xie was still mentally tenacious.

The son Xie inherited the title and became the new Duke of Rongguo.

On August 20 of the 20th year of Kangshun, a few days after the national funeral in March, someone played a copy of the left phase one morning.

As recounted, Prime Minister Jiang Luo Xiu is the head of a dynasty, contempt for the arrogance of etiquette and indulgence of children, his daughter Jiang Dilian is young and wise, cunning and cunning, beautiful and charming, causing the general of Xiaocai to devote himself to the soul, but hateful this woman is not clear in the outside, there is no noble woman's elegant physique, contempt for my hairpin's face, the minister asks His Majesty Xià Shengming, pity the Xie clan to abandon this woman, otherwise the hundred years of noble Xun will not be guaranteed! How can I Xia Lanqun have a noble face!

Zhao Yushi's words beat his chest impassionedly, as if if Di Lian married Xie Hengxu, all the nobles of Xia Lan would suffer.

This performance was full of fear and jealousy, and everyone looked at each other in amazement, Zuo Xiang Jiang Luoxiu was impeached for more than 20 years.

Even Emperor Rui, who was seated, was a little surprised, his thick eyebrows were slightly raised and he stared at Zhao Yushi, who was kneeling in the center of the hall and almost wiping his tears, and then looked at Jiang Luoxiu, the left minister who couldn't see clearly with his eyes and low eyebrows.

But it was Xie Hengxu, who was standing among the military ministers on the right, who moved first, only to see his sharp eyebrows like knives and phoenix eyes glancing at Zhao Yushi, lifting his robe and kneeling on the ground, his voice was sonorous and clear.

"Your Majesty, the marriage contract between Weichen and Zuo Xiang's daughter has been set for several years, this is a matter of the minister's family, which involves Zhao Yushi's care, and Hengxu is ashamed. But Zhao Yushi humiliated my fiancée so much, but he despised my Rongguo Mansion and Prime Minister's Mansion? ”

His words did not hide his anger, who I am going to marry is my business, you don't have to worry about eating radishes here.

Zhao Yushi's expression was slightly stiff, he glanced at him sideways, and then said with a tense face, "Your Majesty, I implore Your Majesty to severely punish such people who violate customs and disregard etiquette, so as to correct my Xialan weathering and comfort the hairpin." ”

Emperor Rui frowned, still looking at Jiang Luoxiu at the bottom left.

There was silence in the hall for a moment, Jiang Luoxiu took a step, bowed with his arms flat, and said in a deep manner, "Your Majesty, the little girl is arrogant and stubborn, it is the old minister's discipline that is wrong, the old minister is ashamed, please punish the old minister." ”

Emperor Rui sighed in his heart, waved his hand and said, "Jiang Aiqing is dedicated to national affairs for me to share worries, so that the daughter is wise and wise, and it is human nature for Aiqing to pity and pamper, but since she is arrogant and indulgent, she should still be restrained, I will punish her for three months, and Sheng Hua will teach her to participate in the "Women's Training" self-cultivation, what do you think. ”

Speaking of which, Emperor Rui means that don't shake the status of loyalty and goodness because of trivial things, the teaching of children is the responsibility of the mother of the housekeeper, since it is the daughter of Zuo Xiang who has not taught well, it is the responsibility of Princess Shenghua, if you still have to entangle, wouldn't you want to punish Princess Shenghua?

Zhao Yushi was silent, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Everyone bowed and shouted, "Your Majesty." ”

Emperor Rui snorted coldly, it is really a peaceful and prosperous world, so there will be nothing to do.

The news spread all over Kyoto in just half a day, and Tilian, who had been announcing her number since she was three years old, became the protagonist of a heated discussion in Kyoto this time.

When Mrs. Xie heard this, she sneered, "Since ancient times, these people who have healed themselves as temples in the world of their family and country love to implicate all their faults on weak women. ”

On the other side, Yun Hou smiled and shook his head, "No matter who wants to make a storm this time, this Zhao Yushi is kicked at the gun." ”

Regarding the discussion outside, Tillian didn't have the heart to inquire, since she had no reason to cause a fire, she could only close the door and confine herself according to the order.

She was calm and disapproving, but Princess Shenghua was uneasy, and on the second day, she brought "Women's Training" to the West Chamber.

Mama Xun presented the thick book of "Women's Training" to the small table on the soft couch, then took two steps back and stood on the side, and raised her eyes slightly to look at Dilian.

The black hair is loosely tied by silver silk, the plain face is clear and the expression is relaxed and quiet, the wide skirt of the plain blue is behind her, she kneels on the side of the soft couch, holding the gold scissors and trimming a small table on a pot of camellia.

Princess Shenghua sat on the other side, looking at Tillian from a few points, if the clouds are clear and unconventional, where does the so-called 'demon charm' come from?

"Although some people made something out of nothing, since they alarmed their father's dictation, they still have to do it."

Pulling the green stems and leaves, Tilian Yue's eyes were shallow.

"Where did the Lord surnamed Zhao get promoted to the Beijing official?"

Hearing her ask, Princess Shenghua frowned and thought for a moment, "In the sixth year of Kangshun, Shu was flooded, and my father and several ministers went to observe the disaster. ”

"Oh, Marquis Xiyue." , Tilian whispered, put down the golden scissors in her hand, held the three-finger-thick "Women's Training" on a few sides, and flipped her eyelashes down casually.

Princess Shenghua was taken aback, "Marquis Xiyue? How could he have anything to do with the Marquis of Xiyue? Shu is thousands of miles away, why did he target your father? ”

Tillian smiled, "I didn't say that he was going to target Daddy." ”

Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Princess Shenghua sighed and got up to leave after a while.

The room fell silent, and Tillian closed the pages and fell into deep thought.

Zhao Yushi has been in Beijing for more than ten years, and the Marquis of Xiyue promoted him to live in the capital, who else can he add wings to? I don't want to look for trouble, but I want to come.

At this moment, the green fence opened the curtain and stepped forward to put a letter on the small table.

"Miss, it was Mr. Liu who handed it in."

At a side glance, Di Lian took the path and opened it, and the handwriting on the snow-white silk paper was smooth and smooth, not Liu Junchen's handwriting, but Yun Shili's.

'Ren'er southeast northwest wind'

Dilian laughed, this nerd actually came to comfort her, with three or two slanderous words, she could make Jiang Dilian bow her head? When did she care about the words of others?

Putting away the letterhead, Tillian smiled, "Auntie go, Daddy will go back to the house, and invite him to come over." ”

The green jaw was bowed and slowly retreated.