There were tears in her eyes, and when she spoke, her eyes were misty and hazy, but they were shining with clear light.

It was clear that the expression was very serious, but Xiao Jingchen tasted some teasing from that words.

Xiao Jingchen looked down at her, and the little girl was lying in front of him, her chin was no more than an inch away from his fingers, as long as he raised his hand slightly, he could touch it.

Seeing Xiao Jingchen looking at her, Zhao Huangge's smile softened a little more: "National teacher, why don't you move?" ”

The voice was so sweet that Xiao Jingchen almost felt that he could wring out the honey from it, but the eyes of the girl in front of him were full of cunning, which also brought his sanity together.

"It seems that the princess is not uncomfortable."

They all have the strength to tease him.

Xiao Jingchen didn't say the latter words, but Zhao Huangge understood it instantly.

She smiled lightly, her eyebrows and eyes were full of sweetness: "This palace is uncomfortable, that's why I asked the national teacher to help me." ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Huangge sighed again and said, "However, the national teacher is ruthless and refuses to care about me." ”

At this time, she doesn't need to be in the palace, a word I said in a sloppy way, I don't know, I thought it was coquettish with someone.

Even though Xiao Jingchen knew that the woman's behavior in front of him was all disguised, no one knew better than him what kind of hard heart was hidden under this person's delicate mask, but when he really heard this, he couldn't help but make his heart skip a beat.

The next moment, I saw Xiao Jingchen retreat backwards, and the handkerchief in his hand was also taken back: "Princess, self-respect." ”

These words came out of Xiao Jingchen's mouth, which also made Zhao Huangge couldn't help laughing.

I don't know, it's what happened to her.

Although, she did not have a good heart.

But his avoidance and crampedness made Zhao Huangge's mood completely better.

She pulled the handkerchief in Xiao Jingchen's hand, and didn't wipe the tears on her face, just wrapped the handkerchief around her hand a few times, and asked him lightly: "National teacher, is this palace very heavy?" ”

Xiao Jingchen pursed his lips, determined to ignore her question, but Zhao Huangge refused to let him go, seeing that he didn't speak, he propped up his body again, supported his cheeks with his wrists, and tilted his head to look at him: "This question, but it's embarrassing for the national teacher?" ”

The more people in front of him talked, the more unspeakable they became, and the corners of their eyes and eyebrows were teasing, Xiao Jingchen glanced at her, and regretted his actions very much.

He shouldn't be kind enough to recite scriptures for her, nor should he hand her a handkerchief, this person has no heart and lungs, where can he use his kindness?

There is also Fang Cai's bitter hatred, I'm afraid it's also pretended, just to see his embarrassment!

The low pressure on the man's body made the last trace of depression in Zhao Huangge's heart completely disappear.

She teased Xiao Jingchen for a while, and finally knew the words "accept it when you see it", and obediently wiped her face with a handkerchief.

This handkerchief was snatched from Xiao Jingchen's hand, and before Xiao Jingchen could react, the handkerchief was already stained with the little girl's tears.

Then, she put it aside.

The white handkerchief was blurred and moistened, Xiao Jingchen lowered his eyes to look at her, and saw that she didn't care about a soft cushion and hugged it in her arms, and leaned back against the carriage.

Although this sitting posture is really a bit unusual, as long as she doesn't say the kind of uncontrollable words before, Xiao Jingchen feels that it is still acceptable.

She had cried and laughed, and now she was quiet again.

The cool autumn breeze blew into the carriage, and the air was filled with the aroma of food.

Spring planting and autumn harvest, everything bears fruit at this time, and the fruit trees on both sides of the road have a rich atmosphere, which also makes Xiao Jingchen finally realize something.

Where is she going......

It turned out to be here.

It was built for the royal family, a place for the souls of loyal ministers after their deaths, and a cemetery for the town.

It was built by the North Vietnamese royal family for loyal generals who died and had no descendants to support, such as Song Hui.

His eyes were fixed, and he unconsciously sat up straight, looking out through the open window.

The fruit trees on both sides are green, and there are unknown flowers in between, blooming all over the mountains, and everywhere is full of vitality.

And in such a place, all the souls of North Vietnam are buried.

Xiao Jingchen's expression moved, but before he could speak, he saw Zhao Huangge speak again.

It's just different from Fang Cai's teasing, this time, her face was full of solemnity: "I'm tired of the national teacher who sent the palace a ride, so let's get here, the national teacher, please go back." ”

As she spoke, she got up and got out of the carriage, not wanting Xiao Jingchen to come down with her.

The wind blows on the face, with a slightly cool and refreshing atmosphere.

Xiao Jingchen's voice also softened: "The poor monk also went to pay respects." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Huangge glanced at him in surprise, she was not surprised that Xiao Jingchen saw his destination, but she didn't expect him to say this.

Zhao Huangge wanted to say something, but he heard Xiao Jingchen say again: "It's just this carriage." ”

As soon as he said this, Zhao Huangge understood.

When she went out, she did rub Xiao Jingchen's carriage, but it was just an expedient measure to achieve her goal.

In fact, now whenever she sends a flare, someone will pick her up.

Zhao Huangge paused, didn't know what he thought, and turned around again when he wanted to speak.

She said, "Okay." ”

The place where the carriage stopped was at the entrance of the cemetery, but there was still half an hour to go from the tomb.

Afraid that the sound of the carriage would disturb the heroic spirit, she only asked the coachman and others to wait outside, while she carried a jar of good wine and walked straight to the cemetery.

The wind blew and blew yellow sand, Zhao Huangge looked at the beasts guarding on both sides, his eyes looked over one after another, and his eyes were slightly red.

In her previous life, she had been here countless times, but unlike now, at that time, all the loyal souls of North Vietnam were buried here.

And now, most of them are still empty.

It's good to be empty, and there is hope for the future.

After being reborn, Zhao Huangge has been grateful countless times that she can have the opportunity to do it again, although there have been several times when she wants to retreat, but every time she sees such a situation, she will feel that she has to persevere.

Her fate can be repeated, but the fate of those loyal ministers and good generals cannot be repeated.

Xiao Jingchen followed her steps, and somehow, he always felt that there was some strong sadness in her steps.

He settled down, threw the inexplicable emotion out of his mind, and stood with her in front of a tomb with an indifferent expression.

It was Song Hui's tomb.

Previously, the emperor issued an order to give Song Hui the title of loyal and brave uncle, and also let him be buried here in the specifications of his uncle.

But no matter how well the tombstone is repaired now, it can't change the fact that he is dead.

Although justice will eventually come, it is a step too late.

The soldiers guarding the tomb sent paper money and incense, Zhao Huangge nodded and thanked him, lit it himself, bowed first, and then solemnly inserted the incense in the stove.

It's just that hand, but it's a little shaky.

When facing Lu Zhaohe's tablet, Zhao Huangge was still calm, but now standing in front of Song Hui's tombstone, her heart was covered with great sadness.

Song Hui died, and so did his family.

Unlike Monk Lu Zhao, who has descendants, the Song family is gone.

Pity him for one loyal bone, and in the end he only ends up with a lonely grave.

Zhao Huangge sighed silently, squatted down, and spilled the wine he brought in front of the tombstone: "I don't know what you like to drink, this palace has brought some at will, you don't have to dislike it." ”

She spilled the wine little by little, and Xiao Jingchen on the side watched this scene, but took the wine jug.

Then, in Zhao Huangge's puzzled expression, he explained: "The poor monk also poured a glass of wine for his uncle. ”

Seeing Xiao Jingchen's action, Zhao Huangge was surprised for a moment, and then laughed at himself: "National teacher, don't you think we are like this, very hypocritical?" ”

She asked sharply, but Xiao Jingchen's expression was still gentle: "Why does the princess think so?" ”

Zhao Huangge pinched his fingertips, rubbed the thumb of his right hand against the knuckle of his index finger, and then pinched it gently, and said with a distant expression: "Before he died, the palace never knew that there was an official named Song Hui in the court. ”

She knew Song Hui from after his death.

Knowing that he was desperate to keep a piece of evidence, knowing that he was involved in a private soldier case, and knowing that his entire family had died because of it.

In the past month, the wind and rain in the city have not stopped, and even Song Hui, who has died, has been the target of everyone.

He was slandered, planted, and poured with a basin of dirty water called "bribing officials".

And now, this basin of dirty water has been wiped clean, and the original appearance of a person named Song Hui has been restored.