Night.

Outside Nanyang City, Yinxu Ancient Tomb.

A shadow slowly ascended the suspended stone staircase.

This person walks at night with a lantern, and his feet are silent, it is the stars and moon.

She habitually bowed her hands in her stomach, her warm jade face hung with two mournful brows, she walked elegantly and sighed with one step, and her shawl hair swayed with her steps, which was really poignant. Climbed up the suspended mountain, came to the side of the wooden house, looked at the big stone on the ground and was slightly stunned, squatted down and touched the dried bloodstains, and couldn't help but sigh: "Hey——!"

After a moment of mourning, he got up and shouted to the door, "Madam, are you there?"

The shouts were heard, but no one answered.

She took two steps forward and peeked through the crack in the door.

The lights in the house were dim, and there was no one at all.

Dian Xingyue hesitated for a moment, held the lantern alof, and went around the back mountain along the mountain road.

Don't look at her delicate as a flower, but she is tall and bold, and she is not afraid of the gloomy atmosphere of the cemetery. She walked half a circle along the mountain road, came to the back mountain, and looked up to see that Yin Li's mother Feng Jiaojiao was standing on top of a hanging coffin.

Her eyes were full of tears, motionless, like a stone sculpture.

Dian Xingyue lightly opened her lips and sighed quietly.

Then he climbed forward, stood on the convex stone and bowed slightly, and shouted softly, "Madame." ”

Seeing that Feng Jiaojiao was as sad as death, she refused to speak, so she comforted: "Madam, please mourn and change." ”

This comforting sentence was out of place, Feng Jiaojiao was furious when she heard it, puffed out her eyes, turned around and roared: "Nonsense! What kind of festival mourning changes, my son has his own blessing, how can he die at a young age!" The roar was like a ghost asking for his life, whirling around the wall for a long time.

Although the words were resolute, after the roar, he raised his head and wept, and the pain was extreme.

Obviously, she knows that her son is unlucky, but she can't accept it.

Ten days ago, the night when the pig butterflies returned to the nest for food, Yin Yuchen led people to look for them up the mountain, and found a pool of blood in front of the wooden house. Therefore, Feng Jiaojiao hated herself, she hated the night when the pig butterfly came out of the tomb, why did she want to go away from other mountains instead of returning to the Hou Mansion, if she returned to the mansion to avoid it temporarily, why did such a tragedy happen.

"Xingyue is clumsy, she said the wrong thing, please calm her anger. ”

Dian Xingyue gave up his hands, hoping to dissipate Mrs. Madame's anger.

She likes to be quiet and doesn't smile, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know the rules.

You must know that Feng Jiaojiao married Yin Li's father, that is the princess, and her noble status can be imagined, so when Dian Xingyue talks to her, she naturally has to be cautious. What's more, the girl also has idols to worship, when she was a child, she looked at the princess, and she only felt that she was fairy, and her manners and words were good-looking, so she admired her and learned from her.

At this moment, the princess lost her son and cried, the Buddha was removed from the fairy root, and she aged instantly, Dian Xingyue looked at it in her eyes, and couldn't help but feel sad, she continued her words and said: "Actually, I don't believe it, Yin Li is a little trick-or-treating, he has just become sensible in the past two years, how can he be ......." ”

At this point, he stopped dumbfounded, and he couldn't go on.

After all, she is also the sad person of this disaster.

Growing up, she had little desire and rarely played with her peers.

She also didn't have the habit of paying attention to others, but she had paid attention to Yin Li.

Having said that, in fact, Yin Li was too stubborn when he was a child, and he played tricks on Dian Xingyue, painting ink, tearing skirts, cutting hair, sticking glue and a series of tricks, every time he could be so angry that Dian Xingyue beat his chest and stomped his feet. Perhaps it was because of Yin Li's stubbornness that indelible memories were implanted in her brain, so she paid attention from time to time.

Two years ago, Yin Li seemed to have grown up overnight and became much deeper.

She was secretly happy at the time, thinking that you should also take it away.

Who would have thought that this person said no, how could she not be sad.

"The words are earnest, it can be seen that the sincerity, they all say that the girl is not good at communicating with people, but I can't imagine that Yin Li has this friendship, you can say such words, I will accept your affection. Feng Jiaojiao saw that Xingyue choked up, sad for her son, and couldn't help but be moved and sighed. Then he raised his sleeve and secretly wiped away his tears, and then said: "Okay, don't comfort me, if you have something to say, just retreat if you have nothing to do." ”

Dian Xingyue said: "My father sent me over, please go home." ”

Feng Jiaojiao asked, "What do you mean by your father inviting me back home?"

Dian Xingyue groaned slightly, and replied: "On the night of Yin Li's accident, the old marquis couldn't afford to be sick, and now the Hou Mansion lacks a principal, and my father and Lord Tingwei have disagreements, and Lord Tingwei advocates announcing Yin Li's death and setting up a spirit to treat the funeral; Madam, I don't understand this adult's business, and I have to go down the mountain to take charge. ”

Feng Jiaojiao snorted twice: "It's not just Chu Changfeng who has the title, why don't you want your father!"

After that, he snorted coldly again, and continued: "It's certain that my son is dead, right! The Yin family is not continuous, the two of them want to fight, I can't stop it, but the old marquis is not dead yet, they are inevitably too anxious!"

Dian Xingyue was also calm, and said: "I don't know if my father wants to, but Lord Tingwei led troops to invade the Hou Mansion in the name of funeral, and my father and people are in a stalemate with him, at least his old man is defending the Hou Mansion at this time." What's more, the title is canonized by the first emperor, even if it is established...... Yin Li is gone, even if the old marquis is broken...... If the bloodline is broken, the old marquis should also write to the Son of Heaven and designate the heir to the title, otherwise it will violate the power of the Son of Heaven. Xingyue doesn't know if Lord Tingwei really dares to commit it, Xingyue only knows that the old marquis is bedridden, and my father is waiting for you to return to the mansion to take charge. ”

This sentence was said in an orderly manner, and Feng Jiaojiao didn't realize that her ears were clear when she heard it.

She stared at Dian Xingyue and looked at it, and couldn't help but praise: "Very good, Dian girl usually doesn't talk much, but this is not ambiguous at all, I have to say, Dian Cheng gave birth to a good daughter, not only has excellent qualifications, but also understands things, if Yin Li is still there, the two of you are a good match." ”

Dian Xingyue's face turned red and said, "Madam, this, this can't work. ”

Feng Jiaojiao said: "Why not, you don't think he can cultivate, right? If that's the case, then you can't help but look away, Yin Li's little problem has been cured by me, if he is still here, he will definitely be able to surpass you in time." It's a pity...... It's a pity...... , hey, there's no point in talking about this now, let's go, I'll go home with you. ”

After speaking, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva in great pain, and walked away.

Dian Xingyue followed closely, burying her thoughts, and her heart was full of joy and sorrow.

Happily, Yin Li's illness was cured.

The sad thing is that the sick are healed, but the people are gone.