The refining of senior girls has been going on for many years.

Xiaobei's mother once served the Ming Emperor of the previous generation, so when she and Princess Yinquan fell to the ground at about the same time, she was named by the Ming Emperor to Princess Yinquan, which doomed her life.

She was sent to the palace when she was twelve years old, and when she was not very stable enough to wash her feet, she began to serve Princess Yinquan with tea and rice. For more than 30 years, Princess Yinquan's eyes and movements mean anything, and she can immediately understand it.

Speaking of which, she is also a woman over forty years old, but she still speaks and behaves like a young girl. She will make a pitiful expression at the right time when she is scolded by the princess, and she will also let out a child-like laugh when she is happy. As the old saying goes: Phases are born from the heart. Maybe she has never been married all her life, so she has been self-hypnotizing, maintaining the mentality and voice of a girl, but the accumulated life experience is still very restrained to experience her mind and enrich her wisdom.

Whether it was using seemingly clumsy shouts to obstruct Li Taijun from peeking at Princess Yinquan again and again in Muyun Mansion, or inducing General Cao's interrogation with a bunch of pastry names in Luoying Lake, she completed every task excellently, even exceeding her master's expectations. Just like the princess explicitly scolded her not to bring extra things before returning to China, she still secretly brought dozens of extra boxes, and pulled all of them back to Qinghui Palace without pulling them. Of course, there are also some of her own ladder items.

Senior means to be impeccable to your boss and to be as kind to yourself as possible. This has been the same in every workplace throughout the ages.

But this time when she returned to China, this senior girl also encountered a difficult task: Princess Yinquan hoped that she could find out where the tomb of Zhao Yu, the former head of the household department, was.

Zhao Yu's death was the personal judgment of the previous generation of Ming Emperor, and he was not allowed to erect a tombstone after his death, and the place where he was buried refused to be made public, which was enough to make the people of the world silent. What's more, people have been dead for more than ten years, and there are not many people who really know. Xiaobei has not been in Bihai for more than ten years, and most of his connections have been lost, and he has no way to find out for a while.

But serendipitous times come to the door like this without warning.

Seeing that Princess Yinquan was sullen every day after returning to Qinghui Palace, Xiaobei also had a sad face. One morning, an old palace maid who claimed to be from Laiyi Palace came over and whispered to her, vaguely remembering that Zhao Yu was buried at the foot of Jiubao Mountain.

"Is there a tomb without a monument? Then even if you know that you are at the foot of the Wine Castle Mountain, how can you find it? Xiaobei, who had just been overjoyed, was deflated again.

"But other people's tombs have tablets and words, only his tomb...... So......" The old maid smiled slyly at her, and hurried away.

Xiaobei thought that it was really good, and was about to thank him, but saw that the other party had gone away. Xin Zheng pondered how such an old palace maid had never seen it before, and thought that more than 20 years of time were like arrows, and not every palace maid had the blessing that she could steal the princess's pearl muscle jade paste from time to time, and she could maintain it so well. It's normal not to recognize the palace maid, so I put it aside and didn't think about it.

The senior girl is very safe. She first went out of the palace to go around the foot of Jiubao Mountain, carefully checked all the cemeteries, and found that there was indeed only one place without a monument and no words. was ecstatic at the moment, and immediately returned to the palace to report to Princess Yinquan. When the latter heard this, she was sad and happy, and her heart was already like a little monkey beating a drum, and after thinking about it, she decided to pay tribute on the eighth day of the twelfth month.

The eighth day of the twelfth month is also the day when the Bihai Kingdom pays tribute to its ancestors. Although the most ancestral worship is placed in Qingming, before the New Year, I am worried that the souls of my ancestors will be frozen and starving, so I burn an extra tin foil and add an extra pot of old wine, which is also a comfort for myself to be able to celebrate the New Year with peace of mind. Therefore, the eighth day of December is also known as "Little Qingming" in the blue sea.

Jackdaw, cold food, solitary incense, frozen soil.

Such is the atmosphere of "Little Qingming". When Zhu Yuxiao stepped out of the carriage and looked at such a cold and gray cemetery, thinking that his body was lying here unconsciously, he couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his chest.

Seeing this, Xiaobei immediately stretched out her hand to support the princess's arm and wrist, and whispered: "The princess is careful that the road is slippery, the slave maid has gone to visit first, and it should be under the old cypress tree in front." ”

Zhu Yuxiao turned her head and glanced at her gratefully, and replied, "Thanks to you." ”

This girl has been with herself for so many years, although sometimes there are some collisions, and sometimes she secretly uses some of her own things, which is not a big deal. On the contrary, it was the things that were handed over to her, and she did her best in everything. Even if my sister can't tell herself, she can find out for herself, which is really rare.

The master and servant carried the food box, held the white candle, and walked slowly on the frost-stained road, Zhu Yuxiao recalled the scene in the Yufang Hall as she walked.

That night, the candle was feverish, and the curtains were heavy. She poured a fifteen-year-old "Fengqi Bai" full, followed her sister wearing a high purple and gold crown, and walked in front of Zhao Yu. The people in the palace praised Lu Wenjun as warm as jade, but in her eyes, there was only Zhao Yu's tall and thin figure, standing as tall as a green bamboo.

Oh, yes...... I am in love with you, and the mother is also as I like. At that time, I thought that even if my sister exchanged the future throne with me, I would not either. I am really a blessed and blessed person, with you there is everything, as long as I can see the smile on your eyebrows, let me leave this princess identity and you fishing and hunting on the east coast every day I am also willing.

But in the blink of an eye, you are lying at the foot of such a desolate mountain, and before I can come back from Cangwu Kingdom to see you again, you will be a pile of dry bones.

Zhu Yuxiao was in a trance with tears in her eyes, looking at the tombless tomb, as if she saw a tall and thin figure again...... She wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, and the figure not only did not disappear with the tears wiped away, but became clearer, and she couldn't help but be shocked.

Is this God's favor for me, and Zhao Lang has come back to meet me? How is this possible? But that tall figure, that thin side face, who could it be if it wasn't him? That young and bookish appearance is really no different from back then.

Zhu Yuxiao staggered forward, and the white fox shawl on her body slipped on the muddy ground of the dead grass without realizing it, and she called out in her mouth: "Zhao Lang ......." Ran in front of the man and suddenly stopped, and the man also turned around when he heard the call and looked at Zhu Yuxiao.

This is not Zhao Lang......

The man's face was seven or eight points similar to Zhao Lang, but he was younger, and there was a strange indifference ...... in his eyes. When he saw him, the corners of his mouth raised, as if there was a little sneer, and a little hatred, but in the end they all disappeared under the cold expression. He respectfully bowed and said, "Meet my aunt, thank you aunt for remembering my deceased father and coming to pay respects." ”

Zhu Yuxiao took a step back in shock, "Dead father? Who do you say you are? Why do you call my aunt? ”

The man smiled with a little sneer: "It is the son of Zhao Yu that my aunt thinks about day and night, Zhao Wuyun." The inner person is Princess Zhu Zhiling, she calls you an aunt, and I naturally want to call you an aunt. ”

In just two sentences, Zhu Yuxiao's thoughts have been turned upside down like a river and a sea.

Zhao Lang left a son? Married to Ling'er? Why didn't my sister say anything to me in Shuangquan Pavilion? How does he know that I think of his father day and night?

Zhu Yuxiao put away the chaotic demeanor of the right person and settled down. It happened that Xiaobei chased after her from behind with a shawl in her hand, and she took it easily, while pretending to dust off it, she quietly looked at Zhao Wuyun with her side eyes with the technique of contemplation.

Zhao Wuyun smiled again: "If my aunt wants to use the technique of contemplation of the mind, but if you look carefully, Zhao Wuyun will not dare to deceive." ”

He immediately recognized that I was looking at him with the art of contemplation! Did Ling'er tell him? Could it really be a clear shark horse?

Zhu Yuxiao's vigilance was reduced a little, looking at his eyebrows and eyes, there was an indescribable familiarity, and he couldn't help but feel a little closer, and said softly: "It turns out that you are Ling'er's husband." I haven't been in the blue sea for a long time, so I don't know you. ”

"Yes, my aunt has returned from a long time in Cangwu Country for twenty-four years, and it is normal for me not to know me. It's like twenty-four years ago, my father was also the envy of everyone in the Yufang Palace, instead of a few bones and a pile of loess like now. When Zhao Wuyun said this, he changed his words and asked, "Aunt has been thinking about it day and night all these years, but do you know how my father died?" ”

Zhu Yuxiao shook her head: "I went to the fourth year of the Cangwu Kingdom, and suddenly heard that he was executed by the emperor because of his private measurements, filling his private pockets. It's just that...... It's just that I don't believe he's ...... like that. "His face was full of sorrow.

"Private measurement, fill your pocket? Hahaha! Zhao Wuyun suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "Even my aunt who is far away in Cangwu can not believe it, but His Majesty the Emperor who knows everything is believed!" Doesn't my aunt think it's strange? ”

Zhu Yuxiao heard that his words were full of ridicule of the former emperor, and couldn't help but feel a little unhappy, and said: "The former emperor worked hard all his life, was good at observing people's hearts, and the things he judged were no different, and the world knew it. Do you want to say that the emperor misjudged? ”

"What if the emperor didn't misjudge?" Zhao Wuyun smiled at Zhu Yuxiao again, and there was no concession in his tone.

"What do you mean by that?" Where could Zhu Yuxiao's cold and arrogant temperament stand such ridicule, and said sharply: "He is conscientious, loyal, and dignified, what is the benefit of the emperor misjudging him for the country and the people?" ”

"If you say that in order to make your aunt poison Mu Yunyou wholeheartedly and not ruin the unbalanced strategy, do you think the emperor will deliberately misjudge?" Zhao Wuyun said lightly, but in Zhu Yuxiao's ears, words were better than lightning strikes.

A series of memories suddenly woke up like a dream, and everything was still under the control of his mother, who was no longer in the world.

Zhu Yuxiao felt that her body was weak, and she reached out to support the trunk of the tree beside her, and her mind was in chaos.