The morning sun sprinkled on the earth, like ants, running back and forth on the roads and towns, some for three meals a day, some for the high-ranking officials, but looking down from the sky, it is like a person looking at ants on the ground, there is no difference between them.

On a peak in the Peach Blossom Sea in Pinggu, a rickety old man in a cloth robe squinted with his hands behind his back, carefully looking at the ground under his feet.

Occasionally, an eagle flew by, and would stop next to the old man, pecking at the old man's boots quite affectionately, obviously curious, how could the Rui Beast, who used to stand at the top of the Taiji Palace, come here.

"Let's unload our armor and return to the field, don't worry about it, let's find your master."

With a little smile in his eyes, the rickety old man kicked the falcon squatting at his feet with his shoes, and the falcon fluttered its wings and rode the wind, straight into the nine heavens, and swept over the sky of the hundred miles of peach blossom sea.

Seeing the falcon go away, the old man turned around and walked down the mountain, walking slowly among the mountains and dense forests, but soon arrived at the waterfall where Chen Daozi was buried.

After looking at the sword marks left on the stones at the bottom of the water, he flew down and landed on the edge of the canyon river, and continued to travel inward.

Take a look along the way, just like the old man who usually goes out for a walk, maybe it is true, after all, he no longer belongs to any force, just one of the many ants under the sky, drooping and old, all that remains to do is to find a pleasant place to close his eyes.

Passing through the winding river, thousands of peach blossom trees, three small houses show the outline from the peach forest.

Outside the neat sapling forest, there are a few more small pits, a woman in a blue cloth skirt, holding a small hoe quite hard, still digging a small pit on the frozen mud floor, the black dog standing in front of him, spraying white mist from his mouth and nose, and helping to plane with his paws. The sound of 'clacking-' was the only sound in the canyon.

The snowman without a head in the middle of the road has been bulldozed because it is an eyesore, and the big snowman in the sapling forest is still there, still smiling with a stone, looking at the woman digging a hole in the distance.

In the small courtyard of the fence, a table was placed in front of the main house, a bowl of snow was accumulated in a wooden bowl, and a snowman sitting on a stool was wearing a freshly sewn white robe, and two swords made of wood were hung from his waist. Fish caught from the river hung neatly in the window, and a dozen fish almost covered the window.

Father-in-law Jia stopped outside the sapling forest, did not alarm the woman and the black dog in the peach blossom forest, looked at the 'neatly dressed' snowman next to the table with dim eyes, shook his head and smiled, but he didn't know what it meant.

Boom –

Boom –

The woman's physical strength was not very good, she dug for a moment in the frozen soil, stopped to rest for a while, wiped the fine sweat on her cheeks with her sleeve, and moved her eyes to the snowman sitting at the table, still and seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he gently recited two sentences: "Huang Liang dreams of the third Spring Festival Gala, why don't you meet again after ......", and after resting enough, he continued to raise the small hoe, and the cycle continued.

I don't know how long it took, the tired black dog stopped, squatted on the ground and sighed, and Yu Guang finally found the old man standing not far away, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly barked fiercely:

"Wang-Wang-"

The woman turned around and saw Gonggong Jia standing outside the sapling forest, there was surprise in her eyes, but she was not surprised, she quickly turned her face back, and continued to raise the small hoe to dig a pit:

"I'm not going back, I'm already dead, you don't want to arrest me."

The tone was a little dissatisfied, as if he felt that someone had disturbed the peace in the canyon.

Father-in-law Jia's old face full of pleats re-showed a bit of a humble smile, bowed slightly and said:

"The old slave is not here to arrest people, he has already retired from the palace. The old slave has served people all his life, but he doesn't know where to go, thinking that the queen mother is here alone, and there is no one to help fetch water and chop wood, so he comes over to help. ”

The former queen was Xiao Xiang'er, who became the queen mother after the death of the first emperor. And there was only one queen in the Zhaohong period, one Cui Xiaowan, who had already written 'sick herbs' in Zongren's Mansion and was buried outside Chang'an City.

However, Father-in-law Jia watched Song Ji grow up, watched Song Ji grow up, succeeded to the throne, married a wife, and got along day and night, he may know Song Ji better than Song Ji himself, and obviously he will not recognize the wrong person.

Cui Xiaowan stopped her movements and turned around again, with some unhappiness on her face:

"Don't call me Queen, I'm already dead."

Father-in-law Jia nodded lightly: "Then the old slave took the liberty of calling Miss Cui." ”

Cui Xiaowan nodded, stood in the peach blossom forest and was silent for a while, and muttered again: "Occasionally, there is no return date for talking and laughing...... Well, come in and talk to me. ”

Father-in-law Jia bowed slightly, walked into the sapling forest with his hands behind his back, looking east and west, like a passerby enjoying the scenery.

Cui Xiaowan took the hoe back to the fence yard, brought the kettle from the kitchen, looked left and right, took the wooden bowl with a bowl of snow, cleaned it, poured a bowl of hot water, and asked:

"What about Jia Yi? Why didn't he come back? ”

Father-in-law Jia stepped over the fence, took the wooden bowl with both hands, sat down at the table, shook his head and said:

"Jia Yina Wa'er has a bad brain, and died in the palace last year in order to help Song Yu rebel, and later the body was buried next to the queen's mausoleum."

"Oh......"

Cui Xiaowan's joy, anger and sorrow have always been written on her face, and she was obviously a little lost at this time, put down the kettle, there were only two stools, one was sitting on a snowman, and she sat on the recliner next to her:

"Why didn't you tell him I was here? He has been stunned since he was a child, and he asked him not to enter the palace and have to enter, I am dead, and I don't know ......how to go back."

Gonggong Jia sighed lightly: "Back then, Duke Cui planned this secret matter with the saint in order to cut the domain, and Duke Cui took you back, and there are only two or three people in the world who know about it." Jia Yi is your dead man, if he doesn't believe it, others can't believe it, so he can't know. ”

Cui Xiaowan didn't like these things for power and profit since he was a child, and his eyebrows showed a little anger:

"The emperor gave me a cup of poisonous wine back then, and let me drink the poisonous wine, and I drank it. He didn't tell me all this nonsense. ”

Father-in-law Jia put down the wooden bowl, thought for a while, and shook his head:

"It's a long story. When the saint first succeeded to the throne, the original intention was to add one of the seven kings and divide his younger brother Song Yu to Youzhou as the king of Yan. It's a pity that Song Yu is not angry, and he has exchanged a few letters with you, but he has never even met in person, so he forgot his identity......

…… Later, the Cui family wanted to fight for the queen, things have come to that point, you can't let the wedding banquet of the Son of Heaven be empty, and the greeting envoy sent you to Chang'an......

…… Song Yu is also a pig's brain, the vassal king of Youzhou, powerful enough to compete with the two kings of Su and Chu, but because of the love of children and the fighting spirit of the saint, he plunged into the country as a teacher......

…… If he just taught with peace of mind, the saint would not force Song Yu, but Song Yu stayed in the Guozijian for a few years, so he forgot his original intention, saw the benefits of power in the hands of the emperor, and regarded the saint as an enemy who grabbed the throne, and secretly recruited people to take back the throne......

…… At this point, brotherhood is over. It is impossible for the emperor to be soft-hearted, and the only thing he can do is to use this opportunity in exchange for greater benefits......

…… Song Yu was indecisive, wanting to usurp the throne, but also afraid of being infamous through the ages, and not decisive enough. In order to find a fig leaf for him, Cui Gong suggested that your death be used as an excuse for Song Yu. Sure enough, Song Yu didn't dare to see you before you died, but after you died, she didn't go out to paint every day, showing her infatuated side to outsiders, and when she usurped the throne, she shouted that she was trapped by love and avenged you......"

"Song Yu was originally a hypocrite, and Song Ji was also a hypocrite."

Cui Xiaowan's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and pointed to the largest peach tree in the mountain forest: "They are just like that tree, in order to grow bigger, they will shade the sun cleanly, and they don't care whether the small tree will die or not, even if it is the seed of the same tree, they don't care."

Father-in-law Jia chuckled at this: "The emperor should be like this, if he is not selfish and ambitious, he will not be able to keep the family business." If the saint is not an emperor today, no worse than any gentleman in the world, you have been in the palace for a few years, knowing that you like to be clean, and you have never even touched the corner of your clothes, you are more than any man and gentleman in the world. But Miss Cui is different from ordinary people, huh...... Regard all things as dogs, and can see through people's hearts, so they have never waited to see the Holy ......"

Cui Xiaowan snorted: "He is all pretending, he only likes the throne, he doesn't like outsiders at all, even the son born to him by Wu Guifei, he is humbly holding it to Julang, and he can't even figure out how to scare his son into crying......"

Gonggong Jia did not deny it, and sighed: "The saint is indeed unpopular and conceited, all emperors are like this, but the saint also has advantages, and he can change his mistakes." The Holy One knows that you can see through him, and treats you as a 'mirror', using people as a mirror, you can see what you gain and lose, learn poetry, science and music, and often chat with you, but also want to see what you hate about him, self-examination and self-correction, and strive to shape yourself into the most perfect king. As long as even you can deceive you, the heroes of the world will not be more than Erer. ”

Cui Xiaowan didn't understand much, but snorted softly: "The country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change." ”

Father-in-law Jia thought about it and said with a little emotion: "Yes, but with a mirror in front of me, at least I can see what I look like now, and I can dress up and reflect on myself in time." In order to send the mirror away for the sake of hegemony, he has begun to go to extremes, and now, he has changed from a human being to a utilitarian conceited, ruthless and unrighteous hungry wolf, about to drown but not knowing it, still staring at the meat on the shore, speaking of which, it is quite pitiful. ”

"You watch over him every day, why don't you remind him?"

Gonggong Jia shook his head: "People are this thing, especially the emperor, others say that he has dirty things on his face, and he will never believe it all, but will only wonder if others have different intentions and no monarch." Only when you see it in the mirror with your own eyes will you take it seriously. So it was useless to persuade me, but to die early. If Miss Cui is still in the palace and says 'You have dirty things on your face', Miss Cui will not harm anyone, nor will she be scheming, and she will treat the emperor and eunuchs equally, and the saint will naturally understand that there is something wrong with her and will wipe the dirt off her face.

However, it's useless now, it's too late......"