Fu Jiang was originally in the Changle Palace to enjoy the flowers, but he didn't expect to be led to the Jianshi Palace by a burst of fragrance, Fu Jiang stood outside the palace gate for a long time, the original relaxed mood suddenly fell to the extreme, Mao Shun also knew that he accidentally touched the pain in His Majesty's heart, and quickly knelt in front of Fu Jiang and kowtowed: "The old slave should die, the old slave should die, should not take His Majesty to this sad place......

Fu Jiang waved his hand at Mao Shun and motioned for him to stop talking. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info himself involuntarily slowly walked up the steps in front of the gate of the first palace, the two palace doors were closed, Fu Jiang reached out and touched the copper ring on the palace door, but found that it was full of dust, it seems that no one has been here for a long time, "Hey! Things are not people! Fu Jiang said to himself.

"Slaves and maids greet Your Majesty." Suddenly, a young woman's voice came from behind Fu Jiang, who turned to look and saw a palace maid kneeling at the bottom of the steps.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Fu Jiang asked.

"Back to Your Majesty, the slave maid is called Xia Biben is the palace maid in this palace, but the county, after the county lord died, the slave maid went to the Yongshou Palace on an errand, and today I am here to water the flowers in the garden." It turned out that this palace maid was Xia Bi, and at this time, Xia Bi couldn't help but feel sad again when she talked about the county lord, and her voice became smaller and smaller.

"Have you always served by the side of the county lord?" Fu Jiang asked again.

Xia Bi nodded and said: "Back to Your Majesty, the slave maid has been serving the county lord until the day the county lord ......" Xia Bi really couldn't go on.

Fu Jiang sighed softly again and said, "Xia Bi, get up, you accompany me to Fu Yao's palace." ”

Pushing open the dusty palace gate for many days, the familiar and unfamiliar interior of the Jianshi Palace appeared in front of Fu Jiang's eyes, saying that it was familiar because the furnishings in the palace were exactly the same as before, although all the furnishings and furniture were dusty, and even some corners were hung with cobwebs, but in Fu Jiang's eyes, it seemed that Fu Yao's figure and her sweet smile could still be seen in the corners here. It is said that this place is strange because the current Jianshi Palace is too quiet, and Fu Yao's laughter like a yellow oriole can no longer be heard here, this kind of silence makes people feel terrifying, and feels a kind of desolation from the inside out. Unconsciously, Xia Bi accompanied Fu Jiang to the back garden, which was full of vitality compared to the front, the plants and flowers in the garden grew unrestrained, and a large cluster of small purple flowers was very different, and the faint fragrance that Fu Jiang smelled before was emanating from these small purple flowers.

"Your Majesty, the name of this word is lilac, and it was carefully cultivated by the county lord during his lifetime." Xia Bi saw Fu Jiang standing in front of the lilac for a long time, so she explained again.

"Oh, doesn't Fu Yao like peach blossoms the most on weekdays? Why doesn't there seem to be a single peach tree in this garden? Fu Jiang asked softly again.

"Hey! The county lord is too infatuated, and the county lord once told the slave maid that no matter how beautiful the peach blossoms in the world are, they are not as good as the peach blossoms in the peach orchard in her heart. It's just that the slave doesn't know where the peach orchard is that the county lord said. Xia Bi replied again.

"Hey" Fu Jiang sighed again, and then gently brushed his cheek with his sleeve, as if wiping away the tears that flowed. Fu Jiang paced back and forth in the garden for a few steps, and was about to turn around and leave, when he suddenly asked Xia Bi again: "I heard that Sister Yao left in this garden, right?" ”

"Your Majesty, look." Xia Bi pointed to the small pavilion in the garden, and continued: "The county lord was in a coma for several days, but when the day Yun Chengcheng came back, he suddenly woke up, and his spirit was much better than before, all of us were very happy, thinking that the county lord was because he knew that Yun Chengxiang came to see the county lord, so that the condition was relieved, and then the county lord insisted on going to the garden to enjoy the plums, and the prime minister felt sorry for the county lord and agreed, because the prime minister accompanied the county lord to let the slave go back to the palace to make tea, and after a long time, I suddenly heard the miserable call of the prime minister, The slaves and maids were startled, and when they ran to the garden, they found that the county lord had ......" "Woo woo" Xia Bi couldn't cry anymore by the end, and couldn't talk anymore.

Fu Jiang originally endured the grief in his heart, but at this moment he could no longer control it, tears finally burst out of his eyes, and he asked with a crying voice: "What about later?" ”

Xia Bi wiped her tears and said: "Later, Prime Minister Yun has been holding the county lord for a long, long time, and many people have come to comfort him, but he seems to not hear it at all, he just mutters 'I can't live with you' over and over again......."

Fu Jiang couldn't stay in this sad place any longer, because he finally realized what he had to do. Fu Jiang turned around and walked out of the Jianshi Palace quickly. Mao Shun, the chief steward outside the palace gate, didn't know what was happening in the palace, but after seeing Fu Jiang's eyes red and swollen and a sad face, he guessed that His Majesty must have come to his hometown to see things and think about people, and he thought of the county lord again. So Mao Shun greeted him and said softly: "Your Majesty, please take care of your body, the county lord has passed away, you can't be too sad!" ”

Fu Jiang took a deep breath and said, "Mao Shun, pass on my will, the First Palace can't be abandoned like this, everything here in the future will be exactly the same as when the Lord of Lanzhi was alive." ”

"Old slave, obey the order, old slave will do it." Mao Shun bowed down and took the order, and he was about to retreat.

"Wait." Fu Jiang called out to Mao Shun again, and then said: "Don't leave yet, I want to see Sister Yao's grave now, you can accompany me." ”

Forty miles away from the suburbs of Chang'an, a quiet place with beautiful mountains and rivers, a new mound stands alone. Fu Jiang took Mao Shun and quietly came here in a light carriage. Fu Jiang wore a white robe, got out of the carriage with a solemn face, stood on the ground and looked around, and whispered to himself: "This place is quiet, and the scenery is beautiful." ”

"I heard that this place was personally chosen by Prime Minister Yun." While Mao Shun whispered.

Fu Jiang nodded and walked towards Fu Yao's tomb, only to see that the stone road in front of the tomb was spotless, not even a single fallen leaf or stone could be seen, as if someone had specially cleaned it.

"Is there a grave here?" Fu Jiang asked.

"Back to Your Majesty, according to the ancestral rules, the county lord cannot be buried in the imperial mausoleum after his death, and he can only build a new tomb, and of course it is impossible to send someone to guard it." Mao Shun replied.

Fu Jiang frowned slightly and continued to walk forward, and when he came to Fu Yao's tomb, he saw that the tombstone was a large white marble stone tablet, on which was neatly written "The Tomb of the Lord of Lanzhi County". Fu Jiang is too familiar with this font, this is from Yun Meng's hand.

Fu Jiang stood in front of the tombstone, at this time the mood was mixed again, recalling the past experience with his sister Fu Yao from childhood to adulthood, tears flowed down involuntarily, Fu Jiang knew that his sister was too bitter, and finally survived until now, but he didn't expect that the good days would not pass for a few days, and he would die. And he Fu Jiang is to blame for all this, if it weren't for his suspicion of Yun Meng, without the discord and gap between their monarchs and ministers, where would Fu Yao be worried about becoming ill and couldn't afford to get sick. Heart abuse, really heart abuse. Fu Jiang thought about it and lowered his head inadvertently, but saw a large handful of fresh peach blossoms quietly placed there under Fu Yao's tombstone. (To be continued.) )