"Fleas are sad spring dreams and rainy days, but the grass is more beautiful."

"At the beginning of the year, the internal officials gave the Qingming fire, and the prime minister was idle and paid for nothing."

"Zi Mo hissed red, and the green poplar painted a swing."

"Visitors remember the peace affair, and secretly rejoice that the scenery is like the past."

Every year at the time of Qingming, it is always accompanied by light rain.

This year is no exception.

In Qingzhou City, under the eaves of every household, there is always a touch of fresh and emerald green.

"Every year, willows are planted, and there is shade everywhere."

"The willow branches are on the house, and a hundred ghosts do not enter the house."

The custom of planting willows during the Qingming Festival has also been inherited since ancient times.

*

In the early morning, the gate of Qingzhou had just opened.

A very luxurious carriage rushed out of the south gate of Qingzhou City and drove slowly towards the direction of Yunmen Mountain in the south of the city.

The golden phoenix mark on the carriage is still very eye-catching. The gloomy and drizzly weather can't erase its brilliant color.

The person who drove the car, if you look closely, will find that it is actually a pretty woman. Dressed in black, he wore a cloak to keep out the rain. A man with a common hairstyle and a huge hat looks a little mysterious and heroic.

"Cherry, when you get to the place in a moment, you stay by the carriage at the bottom of the mountain, and you don't have to go up with me."

"Our carriage is a little too conspicuous."

"Lest you be targeted by those who have a heart, and you will only increase your trouble."

Inside the carriage, there was a pleasant sound, which made people fascinated just by listening to it.

"Cherry understands."

Hearing Wanwan's words, she nodded in agreement. She did what the young lady commanded.

Along the somewhat muddy official road, slowly walk south.

The light rain was still dripping, and before I knew it, it had been gone for nearly an hour.

The closer she got to her destination, the more nervous Wanwan's heart felt.

"It's been ten years, father, mother."

"Are you all okay?"

*

"It's here, miss."

Outside the car door, Cherry called to her.

"Hmm."

Hearing this, Wanwan reached out to open the door and slowly walked down from the carriage.

"Go and get the carriage aside and find a shelter and wait for me."

Wanwan said as she took a few packages from the carriage and instructed Cherry.

"Yes, miss."

Wanwan stretched out the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, carried a few packages, stepped on the muddy path, walked briskly towards the mountain, and soon disappeared into the wind and rain.

Dingguo Gong Mausoleum, when it was first built, although the time was very hasty, it was not reduced at all.

Emperor Jingde issued an order to mobilize thousands of laborers to complete the construction of it within seven days.

The specifications of the mausoleum are also completely in accordance with the standards of the prince.

The feng shui here is good, and it is located at the foot of Yunmen Mountain. Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the vegetation is very vigorous.

All the building materials are made of red bricks and green tiles, the scale is very large, and the layout is also very rigorous.

Around, one pine tree after another towers to the sky, which looks a little solemn and solemn.

Here, it is also the only place in Daqi, in addition to the emperor's mausoleum, there is a mausoleum with a white marble table.

The Huabiao in the mausoleum has eight faces, each of which is carved with two sleeping dragons, with a dragon head facing upwards and a dragon tail facing upwards below.

After Huabiao, there is a stele pavilion, there is a stone stele inside, and the inscription is the book written by Emperor Jingde's imperial pen in that year.

After passing through the particularly tall stone archway, the Dingguo Gong Mausoleum has arrived.

Although the buildings everywhere can reveal the grandeur of the original construction, it is impossible to hide its natural decay after the passage of time.

The red walls are clearly mottled, and the eaves are clearly in disrepair.

Here, no one has taken care of it for a long time.

"Great Qi, Su Wentang."

"Huh."

Seeing this scene, Wanwan sneered on her lips and read the name of Emperor Jingde of Great Qi.

There was a cold light in her eyes.

When my father was conscientious, was this the scene in exchange?

Wanwan felt very worthless for his father.

Continuing to walk forward, the pitch-black tombstone met her eyes.

In an instant, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Father, mother."

Wanwan shook her hand violently, threw the oil-paper umbrella in her hand aside, and ran forward quickly with the package.

"Plop." Bang.

"Woo."

"Wanwan is not filial."

Wanwan suddenly fell to her knees and began to howl and cry.

The rain slapped her face and blurred her eyes. On her face, she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Wanwan carefully reached out and gently stroked the handwriting on the tombstone. Her father and mother were so close to her at this time, but so far away.

Although it is close at hand, it is separated by yin and yang.

"Father, mother."

"Wanwan is doing well now, and Grandma Wu and her aunts treat me very well."

"You are under the Nine Springs, you can rest assured."

Wanwan spoke to her parents as she took out the offerings she had brought in the package.

Many of these foods were loved by my father during his lifetime.

She remembers very well that when she was very young, her father often complained about unpalatable food, but no one knew why.

Father's mouth is very tricky, and he knows everything about the Dingguo Mansion.

All the food here is made by herself, and she has been busy all night.

If you're not good at cooking, so what?

She was sure in her heart that her father would not dislike her. Even if it doesn't look good or taste good, he will like it very much.

Because, this is the first time she has made food for him!

"Father, mother."

"This is a piece of my daughter's heart."

"Don't be disgusted."

Wanwan lifted a pot of Lanling wine in her hand, put down two jade wine glasses, and slowly filled them.

"Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls with amber light."

This is a unique wine in Daqi, produced in Lanling Town, 500 miles away, and my father loved it very much during his lifetime.

My father was always able to find some hidden wines, such as Lanling wine, Xinghuacun wine, and Du Kang wine, and I remember that he once told her that these wines can still be famous all over the world even after a thousand years.

As for one of them, what is the second pot head?

Until now, she was a little confused.

Putting down the wine glass in her hand, Wanwan slowly got up and began to clean up the weeds growing nearby. Her slender hands were soon stained with black mud, but she didn't care at all.

The rain had not stopped, and a small figure, whose clothes were completely wet, walked back and forth around the mausoleum with a hunched body.

After clearing the weeds, Wanwan returned to the tombstone and continued to recount to her parents how she had grown over the past decade.

Staying by her parents' side, she seemed to have forgotten that time was passing little by little.

Finally, respectfully kowtow three times.

Wanwan got up, and her face began to gradually become cold.

"Father, mother."

"Such a blood feud, Wanwan will not dare to forget it for a moment."

"You wait patiently."

"One day, Wanwan will find out who is behind the scenes, and bring his head to you."

"It doesn't matter who he is, no matter what force he comes from."

"The world stopped me, and I set off the world."

"Up to the Nine Heavens, down to the Nine Shadows."

"God blocks and kills God, and demons block and destroys demons."

"My parents' enmity is incompatible, and no one can stop me."

Wanwan swore secretly in front of her parents' tombstones, her fists clenched, her nails digging into her flesh, oozing blood.

All around her, the slightest murderous aura was released, and the raindrops fled one after another.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Wanwan frowned slightly, and listened into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, she was gone.

Disappear.

*

It didn't take long for ten very burly men to come here in the wind and rain.

"Big brother, it seems that someone has been here just now?"

Looking at the food and sandalwood placed on the ground, one of them whispered.

"Strange."

"Over the years, no one has come to worship except us."

"How today?"

The person at the head looked at the scene in front of him and frowned slightly.

"Big brother, you see?"

The man stretched out his hand and pointed to the oil-paper umbrella that had just been thrown on the ground and said to him.

"It's still a woman?"

This oil-paper umbrella can be distinguished at a glance as a woman's object.

"Big brother, why did she leave suddenly?"

He was very strange in his heart, and asked the person who was in charge.

"I don't know."

"Don't worry about anything else, worship is important."

"Later, I will send a message to Childe to report this."

Before the tombstone, the crowd began to get busy.

They worship here and are very respectful.

Not far away, a towering pine tree stood on it.

"Who are they?"

"There are ten people like this, each with extraordinary skills."

"Who is the son in their mouths?"

Wanwan felt very strange in her heart, and she was thinking about whether she should go down and ask them.

Ultimately......

"Whoosh."

Wanwan stood on her tiptoes slightly, jumped upward, stepped on the crown of pine trees, and flew away from here.

In the light rain, a woman leaps through the trees.

Such a scene is like a very beautiful picture.

The woman in the painting is like a fairy.