Mu Xiaoyu didn't want to ask Song Lingyu more, after all, feelings are something you love and I want, he doesn't want to be like Lian Le, obviously he loves someone, but Zuihou makes her have nowhere to escape.

Walking all the way forward, Mu Xiaoyu had already walked in front of Song Lingyu, and said softly when he passed by her: "In short, I will wait until you agree." ”

After a while, he walked to the place where Mu Xiaoyu wanted to go, which was on a hill not far from the emperor. From here, you can see the original cottage.

Song Lingyu's heart trembled and asked, "This is here?" ”

Mu Xiaoyu smiled, but there was a little sadness in that smile. He pointed to the hillside higher than he was and said, "My father, no, my adoptive father, he is buried there. ”

Song Lingyu didn't speak when she heard this, she knew that he still had something to say.

Sure enough, he continued: "When he was in the cottage, the situation was very unstable, so in order not to affect the peace of his old man's house, he was buried there. He said as he picked a few small wildflowers from the hillside and walked up. Song Lingyu looked at him and followed.

It was a lower tomb, so it wasn't noticeable on the overgrown hills. Mu Xiaoyu squatted down and sorted out the weeds on it. "I haven't been here for two years, but you see, the weeds on the side are very high, but here, it's a big difference."

Song Lingyu looked at it, and sure enough, the weeds on the side were already half a person high, but the highest on that slope was only up to a person's calf. This shows that someone has been dealing with this grass. Mu Xiaoyu hadn't been here for two years, which meant that there was at least one person besides him who knew about it.

"Every time Qingming, I will come here, and every time I come, the grass is not so long."

Song Lingyu stepped forward and said, "You mean to say that that person will come here to pull weeds recently?" ”

Mu Xiaoyu nodded: "Yes." In my impression, my father didn't know anyone, when he was in the cottage, his father's old acquaintance was here, and then they all died, and the owner of the cottage fell on me. ”

"Since they are all dead, then the living people are the ones you have never seen." Song Lingyu looked at the weeds in front of him, paused, and said, "Do you think that person may know about what happened eighteen years ago?" ”

Mu Xiaoyu nodded nondeniably. "That person will stick to it every year, how can someone who doesn't have deep feelings do this."

A gust of wind blew, and some catkins blew from the side. Mu Xiaoyu is the emperor's biological son, and Song Lingyu knows about it. When she first knew, she thought that Mu Xiaoyan was joking with her, but when she heard that Mu Xiaoyan was named King of Qing'an, she really believed it.

At the same time, he also talked about the events of eighteen years ago.

Weishenme happened to have a fire on the day of the full moon of the four princes, in order to let everyone know that the four princes had been buried in the fire, so that the emperor had no room to flip.

After this incident, there is still a question. The fire was the full moon of the four princes, and the palace was heavily guarded, so only the people from the Shulan Palace set the fire. Either the palace maid inside accidentally knocked over the candle, or it was someone close to Concubine Xiao Shu, otherwise the emperor liked the four princes so much, how could he let people get close to him alone.