If it's to raise money for his seriously ill father, I'm afraid I'll nod subconsciously in the face of this sudden concern, right?

Dong Xiaohua was also stunned, and then she nodded.

Her father had indeed returned.

But they soon left, and the father and daughter only met in a hurry, and then the father disappeared again. Dong Xiaohua felt very strange, her father, and these people in front of her seemed to have a lot of things to hide from them.

The tofu shop expanded after receiving an inexplicable grant, and even she didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Xiaolian nodded and stopped asking about the other party's family affairs.

"Your Majesty, we still have a place to go." Saying goodbye to Dong Xiaohua's tofu workshop that was still being renovated, Xiaolian pulled up Lin Sixing again, since that person is not here, there is still a place to go.

The group walked out of the imperial capital again, the chief guard didn't know how nervous he was, and even Lin Sixing's face was worried, but Xiaolian looked indifferent. According to Xiaolian, the safety of Lin Sixing's group is the responsibility of the chief of the guard, and he never wastes his spare energy worrying about superfluous things.

Jiuli Pavilion, the name of this name is not because it is nine miles away from the emperor, but simply because there is a stone tablet called Jiuli next to it. There is a pavilion in the nine miles of the Lanhe Empire, for travelers to rest, this is just one of the pavilions. But this time, Xiaolian is only looking for this Jiuli Pavilion.

The weather had quietly entered autumn, and as Lin Sixing's first cough began, an attendant immediately took out the shawl that had been prepared a long time ago and put it on Lin Sixing.

"This is going to ......" Lin Sixing felt something, and he asked Xiaolian, who led the way in front.

"Go visit an old man." Filial piety never speaks full.

However, this time the dumb riddle of filial piety is not difficult to solve, although Lin Sixing has not been to this place, he has also heard it.

Or have you seen it? Even if it's just a few words, it does fill the gap he has for this place. He didn't know much about it, but he was no stranger to it.

Since he was no longer confused about the front, Lin Sixing didn't ask anything more, and his attention shifted to his feet, the crisp sound of stepping on a dead branch.

Although he hasn't lived in the deep palace for a long time, he doesn't know about autumn and winter. Lin Sixing only felt suddenly, as if the seasons in his world had stopped forever in that summer, the bloody summer.

After arriving at Jiuli Pavilion, I went around the official road, and there were more fallen leaves in that place, and I don't know how long they had been piled up. The depth of one foot is the depth of autumn. Lin Sixing was a little surprised, this foot sank deeper, reminding him of the snow in winter for several days.

The fallen leaves on the official road have been paved all over the ground, and those places where no one has set foot are naturally more thick.

As you walk, the towering trees are still stubbornly resisting the autumn cold and the upcoming winter snow. The autumn wind was not strong or warm, and it passed by like a passerby, rolling up its dry branches and leaves and sending it forward.

Unspoken and silent, but poetic.

A curtain of dim yellow and a few drifts, and the southern guests are sparse and break off.

And Xiaolian also saw the dirt slope in the distance, and the destination was close at hand.

"Your Majesty, forget it, I'll go and worship Your Majesty." Filial piety.

Lin Sixing shook his head, since he had come, it didn't matter if he simply bowed.

Lin Sixing tidied up his clothes in front of the small dirt slope, and then bowed solemnly. A few people didn't bring sacrifices and incense candles, and Lin Sixing's identity didn't need to cry a few times in front of this grave, and Xiaolian wouldn't cry, so the two of them just had what they meant. Lin Si exercised a look, and several attendants symbolically added a few handfuls of loess to the tomb as tomb sweeping work.

This is just a well-dressed mound, for this place, whether it is the chief of the guard, Lin Sixing or Xiaolian, they all know. This is also a result that Lin Sixing asked the chief of the guard to find out.

"Who are you?" It wasn't long before someone appeared from the edge of the nearby woods. The bare woods can't hide people, and the other party has no intention of hiding.

"It's you......" The other party recognized Xiaolian.

"Now that you've met your daughter, you must know something." Filial piety and honesty are humane.

"Are you here to execute me?" The man asked.

He is the owner of the tofu shop who killed Lin Sixing at the city gate before, Dong Xiaohua's father. At this time, when he saw Lin Sixing and his party again, they were still in this kind of place, even if he recognized the other party as Lin Sixing, he had no intention of saluting.

Since he had murderous intentions towards Lin Sixing, of course he would not have the idea of living now.

It's just that Prince Lu is dead, his real enemy is dead, and the resentment that was implicated in Lin Sixing and the Lin royal family has also faded a lot, otherwise I'm afraid he will still take out a knife and break the net with Lin Sixing in the next moment.

"No, it's not." Xiaolian replied,

He said. Lin Sixing blocked the man's gaze at him, and it was easier for this kind of negotiation to be done by Xiao Lian.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" The man continued.

"It's very simple, Dong Xiaohua said that the tofu you made is more delicious, I want to ask you to continue to go back and make tofu, after all, I haven't tasted it yet." Filial piety doesn't matter.

The man was stunned, he had prepared countless words, and if the other side were to rebuke him for daring to act such a rebellious idea, he would be able to tell how much affection he and his wife really were—anger could make a man the bravest of warriors, and despair would make a man the most fearless of demons.

But why, the other party didn't ask.

Why don't you ask?

"Lord Lu, it was His Majesty who ordered him to be executed, it is fair, and His Majesty took it back for you." Hyo-ryong asked, "You don't know, do you?" ”

He nodded, he knew, he knew that he would go back, met Dong Xiaohua and told a lot of stories about her mother.

"Your Majesty doesn't blame you, why should you blame yourself?" Xiaolian went over and patted the man on the shoulder, and then made a "please" gesture to Lin Sixing.

"Let's go back and see how the tofu shop is renovated." Filial piety.

Lin Sixing and his party left, and the purpose of this trip has been achieved.

Xiaolian's words were puns, not only to Lin Sixing and others, but also to remind that person.

The autumn wind swept by, and fallen leaves fluttered and fell. Some wept aloud, but they didn't stop.

Nine miles outside the imperial capital, the autumn wind is silent and sad.

Hatred is the most meaningless of calculations, self-torture that only makes oneself miserable. It's just that who would be willing to let go of this pain, the meaning of being a human being is not to carry the pain forward, so as to feel the weight of life, feel the crushed body being cut on the long road, and being dragged down the long road of blood.

To whom, ask for an explanation?

Happy Goddess Day

(End of chapter)