Who wants to harm himself, and who wants to use poison? "Your Royal Highness, don't take it to heart, you are the general of Fuxing, no matter what, you will turn evil into good fortune."

Qinghong was afraid that she would really be unhappy when she wrote it down, so she hurriedly refuted her previous worries.

"It's okay, I might ...... In the previous life, he really died sideways. ”

The early moon is late.

Qinghong hurriedly gestured to her and didn't say anything, otherwise she wouldn't do it herself, and other palace people would have to make a small report to the top when they heard it.

The first moon pulled her hand to reassure her.

"But why did His Highness say that?" Qinghong felt a little scary.

"I can do the math."

The early moon smiled in the evening.

Qinghong really couldn't understand how she could talk about such a serious matter so easily.

Chu Yuewan herself can't explain it, after all, that past life is not an unrelated past life.

In this life, perhaps, the person who wants to kill himself has not given up his plan.

Or for the time being, the other party has no new killing intent? Is it possible to stop it? Compared to the question of her own life and death, Chu Yuewan was not too nervous, after all, according to the time of her previous life, there were still many years, and she could not immediately determine who poisoned herself to die.

There must be a lot of people who want to die by themselves.

For example, Qiu Ming.

Chu Yuewan felt that Qiu Ming was even more strange, if he wanted himself and the prince's brother to die, how could he become the prince's brother's subordinate in his previous life.

These mysteries may as well be put aside for the time being, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and there will always be a bright day.

…… The next few days will be busy, and Qianying Mountain is preparing for the Qingming Festival and the departure of the great teachers.

On the evening of the first moon, the dance sacrifice focused on comforting the ancestors and praying for the blessings of the Dagao Dynasty.

After living in the palace for a long time, she had to get used to wearing heavy sacrificial clothes again, so she spent her days running up and down the skyscraper in her feather cloak like a bird that had not learned to fly.

Song Ling and other officials went with her, but it was also pleasing to the eye.

It would be better if it didn't shed hair.

"Your Royal Highness Princess—" Song Ling stood at the bottom of the stairs and called out to the fluttering early moon night upstairs, "don't run too fast, beware of falling!" ”

"Okay~" Chu Yuewan obediently put away her boot and went downstairs upside down.

She is very flexible now, and the ceremonial officials who have been watching her grow up are amazed at the changes she has made from the beginning to the present, as if the clumsy young bird is about to grow into the king of a hundred birds, and they are relieved and a little nostalgic.

"Songling, I remember something."

Chu Yuewan ran down and pulled her.

"What?" Songling is now responsive to her needs.

"There is a cinnabar mole on the chest, is it a 'bloody eye' that has been poisoned and died?" Chu Yuewan asked.

Song Ling was stunned.

The last time she noticed this was a long time ago, and after informing the Great Master at that time, there was no follow-up.

Why did the little princess suddenly mention this?

Why did the little princess suddenly mention this? "Who told Her Highness the Princess?" Song Ling wanted to say something.

Chu Yuewan will not betray the person behind it, and said: "If you read too many books, you will naturally know." ”

Alas, if you want to be a good baby, you still have to tell white lies.

Chu Yuewan felt that her ability to stare and tell nonsense was becoming more and more perfect.

Song Ling's expression was a headache at first glance, she thought for a while, and said: "There is such a saying, but it also depends on where it grows, how it grows, and the depth of color, in short, it can't be generalized."

Some chest moles also have good meanings, and Her Royal Highness the princess should not mess with others. ”

"Got it."

Chu Yuewan agreed, and suddenly pointed to his chest, "Are these two of mine bad?" Songling should have seen it before. ”

Song Ling couldn't dodge: "These two princesses are indeed the sand poison that sank in the previous life. ”

The first moon was confirmed late, and I was really a little sad, but it was only a little bit.

"But that was also a previous life, and there is no obstacle in this life."

Song Ling was not very comforting, and hurriedly said something useless, "And it's pretty good-looking, although I don't usually pay attention to it and can't see it...... Overall it doesn't hurt, right. ”

"It's okay!" Chu Yuewan patted her chest, "Thank you Songling, I know!" With that, she flew down the long staircase like a bird.

…… In April, the Qingming Festival was held at the Qianyingshan Dojo.

The grand meeting is imminent, the emperor's relatives and relatives of the Manchu Dynasty and the military gather again, the rumbling drums resound in the sky, the robes sound in unison, and the incense is prosperous, highlighting the prestige and national strength of the Dagao Dynasty.

But on Qingming days, it always has to rain.

A hazy drizzle sprinkled on the ground, the sky was as pale blue as a pond, and all the guests held umbrellas.

Chu Yuewan sat in the pavilion set up on the dojo, the thick sacrificial clothes were very warm on her body, and before the official opening, she sat behind the curtain of this pavilion, quietly watching the people around her.

The old emperor and Empress Yun sat at the table, and supported the Empress Dowager Ge, and they all sat in the main hall of Qianying Mountain as before.

Seeing them through the thin transparent curtain in the early moon, she was a little surprised that the Queen Mother could go out now, was her body better? Empress Dowager Ge, who was sitting there, seemed to notice her, and also looked at the pavilion here.

Chu Yuewan didn't know if she could see herself clearly, and smiled a little outside the curtain, but the Queen Mother slowly turned her face away and said something to the old emperor.

Probably she couldn't see it clearly.

Chu Yuewan felt that she was thinking too much, and turned her head to look at the civil and military officials and the royal family on the other side, she saw the new Jingjun Wang Nangong Miao in the crowd, and since he was a new face, the other royal families around him stayed away from him as far as possible.

But Nangong Miao's appearance is full of spirits, which is very different from before, he holds his head high, if there is light in his eyes, even if he holds an umbrella, he is very conspicuous in the crowd.

The early moon turned his head and went to find the Yunjin book in the crowd.

There are so many umbrellas, arranged like fish scales on the huge avenue, and the early moon night can't lock his position as easily as finding Nangong Miao's glance, so he can only look at the location of the Fuguo Mansion in the previous ceremony.

It seems that every major event in my memory has a little uncle accompanying me.

Is it a big deal to preside over the ceremony alone when there is no master this time? By the way, my uncle's injury, is it good enough to come out and stand in the rain for a long time? At the end of the first month, she suddenly preferred that he should not come to suffer.

At this time, the robe sounded again, the candlesticks in the pavilion were lit, and the first moon rose to the beat of the drum and danced in the curtain.

This time, she will complete the dance with all the shadows cast on the curtain.

She plays the role of a ghost, infiltrating the Huangquan Underworld, negotiating with generations of ancestors, and counting the merits of the Dagao Dynasty.

The accompaniment is also different from the past, and it is mostly used to Xun and Gonghou as the sound of empty and distant desolation.

When she learned this dance in the past, Master once told her not to think about how to be elegant, but to listen to the weight of the music, and think about what you are doing, who you meet, what you ask, and your steps change with your mood, and you will definitely be able to comprehend.

I went to another world, met the ancestors who guarded the Dagao Dynasty, and asked them about the past, present, and future.

I have thought about it many times, but I always get stuck in the second ring.

She couldn't imagine what kind of ancestors she wanted to meet.

The genealogy of the eighteenth generation of the Dagao Dynasty must be kept in mind since childhood, so many people in the early moon and the old Chu family have already been ripe, but those so-called real "ancestors", she has no understanding at all.

There are also famous emperors in history, but their ethereal sense of distance is so majestic that it is impossible to imagine how to talk to them.

It is as if it is just with the admiration of a descendant, to bow down and thank them for the shade merit they give.

Chu Yuewan was curious about what kind of ancestors she would meet this time.

She closed her eyes, danced with her hands and feet, groped in the dark, and wandered "under the Yellow Spring".

The kiosk seems to be immersed in a fantasy world.

Chu Yuewan opened her eyes in the illusion and saw the person in front of her in the glow, and she was stunned.

The old lady in front of her was kind and dignified, and her eyes were very kind.

"Queen Mother......" The tears of the early moon broke from the eyes.

But the Queen Mother is still there.

Isn't she still sitting on it and watching Yuning dance? Could this be a warning to herself that her departure in her previous life cannot be changed? Chu Yuewan wanted to throw herself into her arms, but Empress Dowager Ge silently raised her hand and shook it at her, still showing a gentle and beautiful smile.