The next morning, before dawn, the fine spring rain hit the window, making a soft rustling sound.

In the boudoir on the second floor of the ship, Xu Buling opened his eyes, Aunt Lu on his left hand and Xiao Qi on his right hand, the baby fell asleep directly on his chest, he couldn't move when he was pressed, Yufu was young and shy, pitifully shrunk in the inner corner, and his back was still facing away, looking like he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

The whole body is soft, and the gentle country is just like that.

Xu Buling hugged him tightly, he was really a little reluctant to get up, but he couldn't get up, he had to finish things so that he could lie carefree like this for the rest of his life.

Listening to the sound of rain and lying down for a long time, Xu Buling took a light breath, kissed the baby's forehead, and pinched Aunt Lu and Xiao Qi.

After a while, Xu Bu ordered himself to dress neatly in the room, and turned around to fold the futon.

Song Yufu, who was sleeping inside, was soon separated from the newlywed Yan'er, and there was too much reluctance in her heart but it was not easy to show it, so she hid behind Lu Hongluan and whispered: "Xianggong, come back early." ”

The three big sisters didn't speak, but the reluctance in their eyes was not concealed in the slightest, even Xiao Qi, who has always been tenacious.

"It's just a few days to leave, it's not a few years, what's reluctant, the husband has to recuperate."

Xu Buling smiled, tapped his lips in turn, and turned around and walked out of the room.

After washing up, go downstairs.

Ning Qingye changed into light armor, covered with a cloak and hat, standing at the entrance of the ship building looking at the sky, waiting quietly.

Zhu Manzhi, who slept until the sun basked his buttocks, got up very early today, standing in front of him and still chattering:

"Xiao Ning, let's worship the sisters who burn the yellow paper, look at it, I got up so early to see you off, do you tell me if you are worthy of me......"

Xu Buling was a little funny, turned his head to look, but saw Cui Xiaowan also standing at the door of the innermost room, holding a plate of grains in her hand, squatting on the ground to feed the geese, after seeing him, she raised her hand and waved:

"Walk slowly."

"Goodbye."

Xu Buling waved his hand, then turned around and walked out of the shipbuilding. When I put on the robe, I found that Zhu Manzhi's eyes were sour, and he looked like he wanted to be sweet and wanted to stop talking.

Xu Buling understood in his heart, and pressed the manzhi against the wall to rub it indiscriminately, until he kneaded the little manzhi's 'yaaa-' twisted before stopping.

Ning Qingye's eyebrows were furrowed, but he didn't rescue his good sister, and led the big white horse and walked off the boat.

Yue Jiulou and more than 100 personal soldiers were already waiting under the boat, and after Xu Bu ordered to disembark the horse, they galloped away towards the southeast.

At the same time, the building boat also went offshore and went down the Wei River......

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In the imperial city, the palace gate has just been opened, and hundreds of officials are holding oil-paper umbrellas and fish in, like black lotus leaves floating on the white stone royal road.

Behind the Taiji Palace, Song Ji was holding a teacup and listening to the news that had just come from the Investigation Division.

Song Ying knelt on one knee with a self-reproach on her face:

“…… Zuo Qingqiu's martial arts are too strong, and after leaving the city, he will be like a mud cow into the sea, and it is difficult to trace it...... However, on the way to the pursuit, the humble post was in the eastern suburbs, and when I saw the prince of Su, he was chased around by a wasp......"

？

Song Ji's eyes froze, slightly displeased.

Song Ying hurriedly lowered his head: "At that time, the prince of Su Wang was still carrying a woman on his shoulder, and after discovering his humble position, he held the woman in his arms again, and he was suspected of deliberately covering his face. I investigated last night, and no young lady in the city is missing......"

These messy things can be said to have no meaning, but Song Ying lost the prince of Northern Qi, and it is difficult to escape the blame, and he can only say some ambiguous information to attract the emperor's attention.

This move obviously has an effect, and after Song Ji heard this, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he had some doubts in his heart.

said that Xu Buling robbed the people's daughter, Song Ji definitely didn't believe it.

The dignified prince wants a woman, why should he rob it, even if he wants a princess to be a side concubine, the clan will not say a word, maybe the little princess in the palace will fight for it, let alone a woman from an ordinary family.

Since it deliberately covers the woman's face, it must be that the woman's identity is not easy to see.

Under the current situation, Miss Xiao, who has the most sensitive identity, is married openly and openly, what other women need to hide?

The princess of Northern Qi?

Song Ji held the teacup, and after being silent for a moment, he had no clue, so he raised his hand and said:

"Go and find out where Xu Buling went."

"No!"

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During the Qingming Dynasty, it rained a lot, and on the official road outside Chang'an City, sometimes the carriages and horses traveled to the ancestral tomb to pay tribute to the deceased.

Outside the queen's mausoleum in the eastern suburbs, the carriage with the Cui family sign came slowly, and the maids and maids took various memorial items and carefully cleaned the cemetery in the queen's mausoleum.

Mrs. Cui, the wife of the Cui family's eldest house, stepped out of the carriage accompanied by the maid, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and walked slowly outside the queen's mausoleum.

Mrs. Cui was born in the Taiyuan royal family, one of the five major valves, a few days ago Taiyuan City was broken, and her mother's family was affected, and there were very few people who ran out, and most of them became the 'guests' of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

Although Northern Qi wants to restore the country without the support of the gate valves, and will not kill the people of the Wang family, but the coercion, inducement and intimidation always make the Wang family who are officials in the court restrain their hands, and Mrs. Cui has naturally been affected, and she is not in a very good mood in recent days.

Qingming came to the queen's mausoleum to sweep the tomb to pay respects, for Mrs. Cui, it was just a formality; She is the biological mother of Queen Cui, and she gave birth to her youngest daughter Cui Xiaowan when she was nearly thirty years old, and she has always been regarded as the meat of her heart. Later, her husband Cui Huailu must have explained to her in advance, otherwise Cui Xiaowan really died in the palace, and Mrs. Cui would have gone to the palace to ask Song Ji for an explanation.

Knowing that her daughter was fine, Mrs. Cui naturally didn't care about the sacrifice, and felt a little unlucky.

The spring rain outside the queen's mausoleum is quiet, Mrs. Cui and the maid are strolling leisurely, waiting for the family to prepare things, and then burn the pillar incense and return to Chang'an City. There were also guards during this period, who ran to burn some paper money for his former colleague Jia Yi.

It's just that the inside of the queen's mausoleum has not been cleaned up, and the guards who went to burn incense in the woods ran over first, bowed down and said:

"Madam, someone came here two days ago and cleaned Jia Yi's grave."

When Mrs. Cui heard this, she was a little dazed. The dead man has been cultivated since childhood, with no name, no surname, no relatives and no friends, and he is just a tool for the family gatekeeper, just like a loyal dog, if he can get a place to live after death, he is already the benevolence of the main family, and normally no one will remember; She asked the guards to go over and burn some paper money, just because Jia Yi happened to be buried nearby, and Xiao Wan trusted this dead soldier very much.

Mrs. Cui thought for a moment and walked to the small grave among the trees. Looking up, the weeds around the round grave had been removed, and the distance was equal, and a perfect circle was drawn; The small bamboo basket is still on the ground, it is empty, there are only three sticks of incense in front of the wordless tablet, which means that only three sticks of incense are brought here, no more, no less; The branches of the trees next to it have been split, and there is not even a little protrusion against the trunk, and they are cut very carefully......

Knowing her daughter Mo Ruomu, Mrs. Cui saw this neat and somewhat weird scene, and her heart suddenly 'chuckled', feeling that something was wrong.

She watched Xiaowan grow up, Xiaowan planted trees in the peach blossoms, and she always cleaned up the nursery like this, and she couldn't eat if she made a mistake; There is no second person in the world who can run to Jia Yi's grave and cut branches like this.

Mrs. Cui looked left and right, called the guards over, and said softly:

"Immediately send someone back to Cui's house, go to the second uncle, and ask him to see how the peach blossom forest is growing. And here, clean up the surrounding grass and trees, I don't know who cleaned it up, it makes it so ugly......"

The guard nodded and took the order.

The old maid behind Mrs. Cui also felt a little familiar, but it was naturally impossible for the maid to know such a secret matter, so she just asked suspiciously:

"In the past few days, the Qingming Festival, someone from the sect came to worship the queen yesterday, Jia Yi has been a eunuch in the palace for ten years, could it be that the people in the palace cleaned it up?"

Mrs. Cui's mind was a little confused, and she shook her head and said:

"Maybe, don't worry about it, let's go."

"Yes."

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