It felt a little awkward that she went to her own grave.

However, let's regard that tomb as the tomb of the original owner, Leng Xiao, after all, she is really dead.

I believe that when she was buried, she would always take a few of her original clothes, and set up a mound for her at that time.

The weather is already a little cold, and the sick emperor and grandson travel, and the people below have to make a lot of preparations.

When she was about to leave, the queen also sent someone to send a hand-copied Buddhist scripture and let them burn it in front of Leng Xiao's grave.

Leng Xiao was a little surprised, the queen personally copied Buddhist scriptures for her?

I thought that the royal people would hate Leng Xiao, because she was from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Could it be that Nangong Yitian told them the true truth?

Will they believe it?

Nangong Yitian asked Lord Wei to put away the hand-copied Buddhist scriptures and set off.

Nangong Yitian rode the horse, Leng Xiao and the little turtle egg were in the carriage, accompanied by two maids of A Jin and A Tuan.

Mama Zhu is too old to travel for a long time, and I heard Master Wei say that she has a deep affection for Leng Xiao, and she is afraid that crying in front of the grave will be out of proportion and make the emperor and grandson sad.

On the carriage all the way, the little turtle egg held Leng Xiao's hand tightly, and his whole body tensed.

Seeing him like this, Leng Xiao asked, "What's wrong?" Isn't it uncomfortable? ”

Little Turtle Egg shook his head, "No, the first time I went to A-Niang's grave, I was a little nervous." ”

"Haven't been there before?"

The little turtle egg said: "Daddy set up an immortal position for A-Niang in the temple and took me to see it." ”

"Don't be nervous, she is your aunt and will bless you." Leng Xiao was a little sad.

"If I can't be cured, I can see A-Niang." The little turtle egg whispered.

Leng Xiao reprimanded, "Don't talk nonsense, you will definitely be cured." ”

The little turtle egg leaned on her shoulder, he was not in good spirits, the side effects of the medicine were relatively large, and the carriage was bumpy, he would be even more uncomfortable.

Leng Xiao stretched out her hand to hold him and said softly, "Sleep, it'll be here in a while." ”

Little Turtle Egg's eyes were half open, "Doctor, your voice is so good, like my mother's voice." ”

Leng Xiao reached out and stroked his forehead, "Really?" How do you know that my voice is like your aunt? ”

The little turtle egg closed her eyes and felt that her palm was comfortable to touch, "I think A-Niang is the voice of this voice." ”

Leng Xiao was silent, her mood rose and fell with the bumps of the carriage, and she never calmed down.

The carriage walked slowly, and it took about two hours or so to arrive.

After getting out of the carriage, the guards came to carry the little turtle eggs, because there was still a mountain road to walk.

In fact, it is said that it is a mountain road, but it has long been repaired to be very spacious and smooth, but it is not enough to carry a carriage.

The shade of the trees along the way is sparse, and the wild chrysanthemums are blooming on both sides, and the quiet fragrance wafts all the way.

Nangong Yitian walked in the forefront, he didn't speak all the time, he walked forward with his back to Leng Xiao, Leng Xiao couldn't see his expression.

I just felt that his whole person was shrouded in a gloomy gloom, so thick that it couldn't be dissolved.

It took about half an hour to reach the main tomb.

Leng Xiao looked at the tomb, the tomb bag was about a zhang wide and long, and a stone tablet was erected, and she glanced at the words on the tablet, it was actually erected in the name of the little turtle egg for the mother, and the right side of the falling paragraph was Nangong Sinian.

I thought he would build a tomb for her, but the tombstone said Princess Wing, but there was none.

She was a little disappointed.

But I have to say that although the tomb is small, it is well maintained, and there is not even a single weed around the tomb, and a row of loquat trees is planted around the tomb, which is lush and green.

She suddenly remembered an ancient poem, "There is a loquat tree in the garden, and the hand planted it in the year of my wife's death is now like a pavilion." ”

I felt a little uncomfortable.

She and Nangong Yitian have never loved, they have missed it, and they will continue to miss it.

Light incense in front of the grave, put down the offerings, and take a look at the sacrificial dishes, all of which she likes to eat, and there are not many days in the Yiwang Mansion, but Mama Zhu remembers what she likes to eat.

The little turtle egg knelt in front of the grave, kowtowed three times in a proper manner, raised the little thin face, and looked at the grave bag a little bewildered.

He raised his head and asked Nangong Yitian, "Father, is A-Niang sleeping here?" Buried underground? Isn't A-Niang holding her breath? Can't see the light, isn't A-Niang afraid? ”

Nangong Yitian's heart suddenly ached, his eyes were already red, and he reached out and rubbed his forehead, "Not soon, my father has already helped her repair the grave, and in a month or two, she can move the grave for her, the grave is very big, as big as our East Palace, she will live very comfortably." ”