71, Hero's Tomb

Gomi's head was hung on the castle tower, while the rest of the bones were placed in a basket and thrown into a mass grave. He has no relatives and family, he is alone, and after his death, he can only end up exposing his corpse to the wilderness. He used to be full of peach and plums all over the world, but now none of the students dared to stand up and collect his body, and even more, the person who ordered him to be cut with a thousand knives was also one of his apprentices.

Fortunately, there is also Miao Fan.

When Piaoda heard the news, he came back to tell him that he immediately went to the mass grave and finally retrieved Gemi's bones from under the teeth of a pack of hungry wild dogs.

He didn't dare to hold a funeral with great fanfare, but he still built a tomb for Ge Mi, just behind Nanshan Wuzhuang.

Ge Mi's name could not appear on the stone tablet, so Miao Fan asked Master Lu to engrave eight words on it: "Degao Hongru, heroic hero". He put a roast leg of lamb in front of the tomb, and a pot of his daughter Hong, all of which Ge Mi liked before his death.

"Xianggong, don't be too sad."

Miao Fan knelt in front of the grave, folded his hands and closed his eyes to recite the scriptures, Qianqian came over and added a stack of paper money, and said softly and comfortingly: "People can't be resurrected after death, and now he has been buried in the ground." ”

After reciting the mantra, he kowtowed to the tombstone, and then stood up, his expression faint: "I'm not sad." ”

Qianqian sighed: "The more you say that you are not sad when you are sad, the more sad it proves to be, Xianggong, if you want to cry, cry better, I won't laugh at you." ”

He shook his head slowly: "It is said in the Dizang Bodhisattva Sutra that when you are dying, you have to hear the name of a Buddha, a Bodhisattva, and a Buddha, and you will be liberated regardless of whether you are guilty or not. Dajue Temple is in trouble, Mr. Ge has been liberated, and he died in peace, which is a good thing, I don't need to be sad, and I am not sad. ”

Qianqian saw him so open, and half-believed: "Really not sad? ”

"Not sad." Miao Fan has been practicing for many years, and he has already looked down on life and death, but he still can't hide his frustration, "What's the use of exploring the way of the reincarnation of life and death, I can't understand people's hearts." Qianqian, why did Ah Jiu order Mr. Ge to be killed? As a teacher for one day and a father for life, even if Mr. Ge committed a felony by assassinating the prime minister, even if he didn't read the kindness of his master and apprentice, he wouldn't use a cruel criminal law like Ling Chi......"

"Maybe Ah Jiu has a hard time." Qianqian is also full of melancholy, even the king of a country has to live under the power of Zhou Xiang, she is so insignificant, why should she compete with those people?

This road is too difficult to walk, too difficult!

"I'd rather believe that Ah Jiu really has a hard time, otherwise he would do these things...... Mr. Ge did not blink an eye. ”

After they finished paying their respects, they packed up their things and went down the mountain, and maybe they would not come to this sad place for a long time to come.

The incense and candles in front of the grave have not yet burned out, and a slender and thin figure has entered Wuzhuang, carrying a round burden in his hand. I saw him put the burden in front of the tablet, knelt down on one knee, picked up the pot of sacrificial wine and poured a few sips, and then sprinkled it all in front of the grave.

Bang –

Smashing the flask, he found a shovel and began to dig the grave, and when he had dug up the coffin, he pried open the lid of the coffin and untied the baggage inside.

It was a human head.

Then he rebuilt the grave, and when he had done it, he was sweating profusely and sat down beside the stone tablet.

"Heroes and heroes......" he looked at the inscription on the tombstone, and mockingly hooked the corners of his lips, "You are remembered by the world and go down in history, and I have only been spurned." Master, you are worth your death. ”

It turned out that he was Jun Jiu.

Jun Jiu leaned his back against the tombstone, raised his head and exclaimed: "Master, I don't care, I don't care what the world thinks of me, whether I am a puppet or a faint king, it doesn't matter to me in the slightest." I only care if she can come back, I want to keep the throne, guard this country, one day, she will come back. ”

The snow has already begun to melt.

Jun Jiu stood up, dusted off his snow-soaked robe, and continued to talk to himself about the tomb: "I won't let you die in vain, this Ling Chi order made Old Thief Zhou lighten his guard against me, and he probably regarded me as a useful chess piece." But he didn't know what to do, Master, you are just a move by me, and I will live after death, and only by losing you, a general, can I have a chance to let other soldiers and horses make a move. ”

He was like a ghost haunting the night, smiling strangely.

"The next time I come to sacrifice you, I will bring his head."

As soon as the first month passes, the first test of the ninth day of the second month is held, which is held in the Gongyuan in the southeast of the Jingshi City.

Miao Fan has been studying hard for more than a month, and Qianqian joked that he wanted to be a big official, but he explained: "I want to ask Ah Jiu." ”

He was still angry about Jun Jiu's execution of Ge Mi, and wanted to ask Jun Jiu for an explanation, but he never showed up at all. The emperor lives in the deep palace, he doesn't come out, and others can't get in, so there is only one way to meet at the moment - to participate in the palace exam.

The palace examination is personally made by the emperor, and the candidates answer on the spot, and the top three are the champions of the list, and if you want to qualify for the palace examination, you must be selected in the examination.

The test is approaching, and Miao Fan is working harder and harder, hoping to see Jun Jiu through this.

Qianqian reprimanded him angrily: "You stupid, you!" I actually want to run to question the emperor, I think it's a long life! ”

He was dumbfounded and stubborn: "I must ask what is going on." If he can't even respect his teacher, how can he expect him to benefit the people of the world. ”

"Elm Head!" Qianqian put a finger against his head, loving and hating, "I really don't know what I like about you, can't you be more tactful, just open your eyes and close your eyes?" went to the emperor with great fanfare, offended him and lost his head carefully! ”

He rubbed his forehead and insisted on what he had seen: "Right is right and wrong is wrong, even if he wants to cut off my head, I will still say that." ”

"Whatever you want, nerd!" Qianqian ran out of the air in a huff.

She went to the place where she met Zhan Liantai.

On the side of the Mandarin Duck Bridge, Zhan Liantai, dressed in cloth, stood under the willow tree, lying in his palm with branches that began to sprout, and he could see his gods.

"Hey."

Qianqian called him, he came back to his senses for a long time, and raised his eyes to look at her: "Are you unhappy?" ”

His eyes were sharp, and she touched her face in embarrassment: "How can you see ......?"

"Mouth." He let go of the willow branch and put his finger on his lips, "You pout when you're angry." ”

Qianqian pursed her lips and awkwardly denied: "No!" ”

"You two are doing exactly the same thing." He smiled slightly, beckoning her to follow, "Follow me somewhere." ”

Jingjiao Racecourse.

When Ruan Qi led Dawan Ma to Qianqian, she asked Zhan Liantai in surprise and joy: "How do you know that I can ride a horse?" ”

Zhan Liantai smiled but didn't answer, pointed to the horse and said, "This horse has a gentle temperament, you try it." ”

Qianqian didn't wear a riding costume, but she couldn't wait to lift up her long skirt and tie a knot, stepped on the stirrup, and pulled the reins of the horse in a heroic posture.

Zhan Liantai rode another horse and rode alongside her. Neither of them rode their horses wildly, but slowly drove their horses forward.

As she had done when she was a child, she leaned down on her horse, touched her mane and talked to the horse, regardless of whether the mount understood it or not.

Zhan Liantai shook his head with a smile, looked back at the front, and said quietly: "You ask me when and where I saw you, this is it." Every time I see you, it is you and her who come to ride. ”

Qianqian straightened up and looked at him with a frown: "You came to ride a horse and saw me?" ”

"I should say I watched you ride horses." The corners of his lips raised slightly, and he asked self-deprecatingly, "Didn't anyone tell you that the dignified Imperial Master once served as the pastor of Yuanma Temple?" And before entering the Yuanma Temple, I raised horses for people. ”

More than ten years have passed, and there is still a little mud smell of herding slaves on his body, and only the dignity and calmness of being pampered all year round remains. A side face alone is enough to turn beings upside down.

Qianqian was slightly surprised: "You used to raise horses?" I can't really see it. ”

"Heh......" he lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Others think it's cheap to be a horse herder, but the best time in my life was when I was a horse slave." ”

That year, he met her.

That year, she bought him.

That year, she fell in love with him.

That year, he had her.

A young man who is just starting to fall in love, he secretly meets someone else's wife in the stable. The dim stables, the unkempt grass, the sticky sweat, the heavy wheezing......

Looking back on those days, Zhan Liantai felt that it was more like a carnival feast of "there is wine today and drunk today", and when the feast is dispersed, everything is like a peach blossom falling in March and passing away, and the waves flow away.

"Are you really familiar with my sister?" Qianqian looked at him suspiciously.

"Sort of, me and her...... Very talkative friend. ”

Zhan Liantai quickly restrained his lonely mood, raised his head and smiled lightly, pointed to the slope in front of him and said, "Let's compete who arrives first, drive-"

He spurred his horse, and flew away like an arrow from a string, and she reacted and quickly whipped her mount and gave chase.

It's just that she overestimated her riding skills, and she was rusty after not practicing for many years, and the Dawan horse galloped like the wind, so that she let go of the reins as soon as her hands were weak.

"Ahh

Qianqian fell off her horse and rolled on the grass a few times, Zhan Liantai heard the movement and hurried back, dismounted and ran to her, and found that she had fainted.

"Xiao Yu'er! Xiao Yu'er! ”

He shouted at her that she would not answer, so he bent his knees and helped her up, checking whether she had hurt her muscles and bones. I saw that the bones of her limbs were intact and there were no obvious wounds on her body, but it was estimated that the skin under her clothes was torn and she suffered some minor injuries. Zhan Liantai breathed a sigh of relief, planning to wake her up first before calling someone, so he pulled her collar a little and fanned her to let her breathe.

Mo Cui slid out and landed in his hand with a warm and smooth sleek.

Zhan Liantai was stunned, and then grabbed the pendant and ripped it off.

The author has something to say: it makes me want to stop writing! I always say that my content feed has bad content, and I want to modify it, so what's wrong?!

Irascible!!!