They repaired for a while, and when they repeatedly confirmed that Mu Xue said that they had nothing to do, Nangong Li ordered to set off again.

The convoy gradually moved away, and the miniature of the rough wooden houses became smaller and smaller.

The convoy of the palace gradually moved away along the official road, and when it was so far away that only an afterimage could be seen, a group of black-clothed people with bright guys appeared in the restaurant where Nangong Li and Mu Xue settled in broad daylight.

Although it is noon, the trees on both sides of the official road are lush, and the degree of lush has reached the level of obscuring the sky and the sun, so the strong sunlight passes through the mottled trees, and only at three or five o'clock it becomes a fish that slips through the net and sprinkles on the official road paved with fine stones.

Mu Xue stroked her stomach, pillowed her head on his shoulder, opened the curtain of the carriage with her other hand, and looked at the picturesque scenery of midsummer outside the window, she said gently: "Ah Li, the scenery in the suburbs is good, let's go out for a walk more in the future, okay?" ”

Since she came to this world for no reason, Mu Xue has never been out of the capital much, and she has never known that the ancient scenery has such a taste, which naturally makes people feel as if they have been bathed physically and mentally.

"Good. I've wanted to take you out for a walk for a long time, but there are many things in the capital, and when everything is solved, the world is big, let us get away. ”

Nangong Li can also see that at this moment, Mu Xue's eyes have a different feeling of depression from when she was in the capital Quartet, and that feeling, fluffy and soft, will make people feel very comfortable.

The low hills in the west spread for hundreds of kilometers, saying that the dragon is the vein, and the royal cemetery is in which a part of the hills is intercepted for the construction of the imperial tomb, covering a very huge area, and the building is also magnificent.

There are also many low-rise houses around, Nangong Li explained that they are the homes of generations of mausoleum guards, and their ancestors have been mausoleum keepers, and their children and grandchildren can only be royal mausoleum keepers.

Of course, the imperial court will not treat these people who have guarded the mausoleum for generations, and the court will have supplies and official titles.

Although it is a small official, it is also an errand to eat money.

Along the way, whenever Nangong Li saw something, Nangong Li chattered and explained to Mu Xue.

It has not been time, this delicate sun has spread over the West Mountain, and the golden light of the entire imperial tomb is shining.

The outer square of the Imperial Tomb was very large, and standing on this incomparably wide field, the people they brought with them instantly seemed lonely.

Nangong Li's princely throne is the most outstanding among the princes, he came here to worship, and someone from the imperial tomb has long come to greet Nangong Li and Mu Xue.

The man guarding the tomb was Lord Qiao, a man of forty years and forty, dressed in official uniforms, and led the only guards and laborers in the imperial tomb to meet them.

"Lord, princess, the weather is very hot, and a banquet has been prepared in the inner hall to catch the wind, please move your steps lightly."

It's hot, Mu Xue's forehead and the tip of her nose have some fine hot sweat, but it's not fragile enough to wither when the sun is basked, but the sun is really scorching on her body.

Xiling will burn incense all year round, and the air will inevitably be stained with smell.

This bridge lord is obviously a little restrained, he must have heard of this Nangong Li's ruthless reputation in the past, he stood on the side stiffly, afraid to see this prince frowning, then it would be over.

Nangong Li's appetite was never very big, and he simply ate a few bites of food and put down his chopsticks.

The man thought that the meal was unappetizing, after all, it had been prepared an hour before.

He heard an order in the palace a few days ago that the prince and the princess were going to come over to worship today, and he thought that it would be late until noon, but he never thought that the prince and princess would come so late, and the meal was ready early, but it was always hot on the stove, which naturally made it taste bad.

Before he could think of saying that he would make the kitchen do it again, Nangong Li spoke slowly.

"Lord Qiao has guarded the mausoleum all his life, and it has been really hard."

The bridge lord hurriedly bowed his hand, very modest: "Whatever you say, Lord Wang, this is all within the responsibility of the micro-ministers, how can there be hard work at all." ”

"The eldest was born in the Imperial Mausoleum, and must be very familiar with the Imperial Mausoleum, this king asks you, these days, have there been any suspicious people inside and outside the Imperial Mausoleum?"

Suspicious people?

Nangong Li's words made Lord Qiao obviously stunned.

He thought for a while, and then said, "No, there are no suspicious people here..."

The people who guard the tomb have been around for generations, forming a special small village on the periphery of the imperial tomb, and there are some things in this place with a big palm, which is naturally passed on to the hundreds, and soon all the people will know.

He said that there was no suspicious person, but his mind did not stop thinking.

I saw a light flash in this person's mind, and then said with some hesitation: "There is a small matter, I don't know if it is suspicious." ”

Nangong Li's cold and thin gaze slanted at him, which meant that he should not hide it, and say something quickly.

"Lord Wang, you also know that a few days ago it rained heavily, and someone came to report that the Concubine's Tomb of Bliss was leaking, and Wechen asked people to go up to take a look, but the bridge Laosan, who was originally doing workwood maintenance, suddenly fell ill, and had no choice but to go to the town not far away to find someone to repair, and the man said that the girder was moth-eaten, so it was leaking, and Wechen had already given the emperor an excerpt to the emperor, thinking that the emperor would send someone from the Ministry of Engineering to deal with this matter."

Although Lord Bridge's words were a little verbose, he finally explained the cause and effect of the incident clearly.

Nangong Li's eyes turned slightly, thinking that if he didn't have an accident, that person would definitely not be able to go back to his life, so he dared to conclude that this person was cating around here.

Nangong was not wrong at all about guessing.

The person who wanted to cut off the half-cut yellow sorghum the moment Nangong Li and Mu Xue entered was hiding on the roof of the imperial mausoleum.

However, the praying mantis catches cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind, and the emperor's secret guards have already stared at this person to death.

In fact, Nangong Xun has more than that.

On the way back, Nangong Xun also set up a second ghost gate.

It can be seen that Nangong Xun is still very jealous of this Nangong Li, as if he doesn't want Nangong Li to go back alive.

After Lord Qiao finished explaining this, he cautiously glanced at Nangong Li: "Lord Wang, you...."

"The sacrificial supplies have been brought by the king himself, you go down and order someone to prepare them, and the king and the princess have something to discuss."

Before Lord Qiao could say anything, Nangong Li cut off his words.

Nangong Li seemed to be a king born with low air pressure, and he poked into the front hall, so that the air pressure around him was very low, and many people who were waiting for him did not dare to breathe.

Therefore, when the bridge master heard Nangong Li's order, he hurriedly retreated with oil on the soles of his feet.

At the same time, Jiang Ci, Fei Qi, and Yun Zhi also retreated together.

From the time she got into the carriage in front of the palace to the present, Mu Xue has been sitting in the carriage for nearly two hours intermittently, the carriage is shaky, the weather is hot, and she is pregnant, so she has no appetite for the delicious food at this table.

"What? Not to your liking? ”

Nangong Li saw that she ate less, and her taste was weaker than in the palace.

"Well, it was too hot before, and the carriage was wobbly and couldn't be eaten, it was too greasy."

Nangong Li glanced at the dishes on the table, the oily dishes were all soaked in the soup, and fed them with his own hands, Mu Xue ate some.

The windows of this vestibule are wide open, and from this window, you can clearly see the main hall of the imperial tomb and the two annexes on the side.

"The most majestic in the middle, the most luxurious is the main hall of the imperial mausoleum, the left and right sides are attached halls, the mother concubine is in the right hall, and we will take the stage from the corridor later, there is shade all the way, and you will not feel hot."

Nangong Li quickly explained the route clearly, Mu Xue followed his words and nodded: "It's a little bit around, but it's not good." ”

Today, the sun is on, Mu Xue's face is red, white and red, Nangong Li feels happy when he sees it.

"Once upon a time, there was an old story, saying that after everyone died, they would become stars in the sky, and they would come out to see you at night, and as long as the deceased missed you, although they couldn't say it, they would flash and flash, telling the people below that she actually missed you too...."

Nangong had never heard this ancient story.

And this kind of story has no basis, as soon as you hear it, you know that it is coaxing children.

But Nangong Li inexplicably felt warm.

He knew she was comforting herself.

Mu Xue could feel it, and when he entered this cemetery, his emotions sank a little.

Walking from here, no matter how slow you go, it's just a stick of incense.

At such a close distance, she could sensitively feel that this person's emotions were wrong, it was a kind of regret, nostalgia, and a complex feeling of longing for warmth.

Nangong Li is very regrettable.

regrets that his mother didn't see him embracing happiness now.

But Mu Xue's words made him very useful, she said that everyone who died became a star, and would come out to see him at night.

Realizing her thoughts, he gently scraped the tip of her nose with his doting upper hand, and his tone was inexplicably satisfied: "This is coaxing a child, what?" Do you take Ah Li as a child? ”

Mu Xue smiled...

A nursery rhyme comes to mind.

The lyrics sing that the stars in the sky don't speak, and the doll on the ground thinks of mom....

She stretched out her hand to wrap her arms around his thin waist, and suddenly felt a little sorry for him, he should be very sad after losing his mother for so many years.

She suddenly understood why Nangong Li valued that Qianxue so much.

Maybe in that dark time, if he didn't have that girl with him, Nangong Li might be abolished.

Her eyes flashed with fine starlight, she looked up at his eyes, and said very seriously: "Ah Li, I will accompany you every year in the future, okay?" ”

Every year....

Nangong is very good at grasping the key points from this man, and he grabbed three words every year at once.

He put down the soup bowl in his hand, his eyes were shining, like snowflakes icing his throat, and his tone was more trembling: "Xiao Xue'er, you are not allowed to coax me...."