Four years ago, Wan Jinyue's mother died, and Wan Zebin escorted her son Wan Ziyang all the way.

This time, Wan Ziyang took his father and sister's personal belongings alone, quickly whipped up, and finally rushed to Liyang Mansion the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

When he set off from Jinzhou, Wan Jinyue's letter of safety had not yet arrived.

Wan Jinyue, who was dressed in plain clothes and had a thin gauze on her face, had just walked to the door of the Yingjun Palace. Then he heard the sound of horses' hooves.

It was a white horse, and walking next to the horse was Wan Ziyang, who was dressed in plain clothes.

"Brother." The emotions that have been suppressed for days have finally found an outlet.

Wan Jinyue cried, ignoring the injury to her left forearm, and rushed straight to Wan Ziyang.

"Third sister?" Wan Ziyang's voice trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse.

Only then did Wan Jinyue notice that her brother's eyes were bloodshot and his face was tired.

He seemed to have grown up all of a sudden.

With the joy of reunion and the heaviness of their father's funeral, the two brothers and sisters relied on each other and walked into the Yingjun Palace.

The autumn wind is whining, and everything is lonely.

Qian Tianhe, who had just returned home, had not packed his bags, so he heard that the officials of all sizes who returned to Jinzhou to report on their work encountered evil bandits on the road, and only 12 out of 10 survived.

Along the way, Miss Wan was dressed in plain clothes, and she was guarding filial piety.

Qian Tianhe was suddenly a little annoyed, he was really an elm pimple.

Wan Jinyue briefly stated to her brother what had happened in the past few days.

It's just that Qian Tianhe tore his clothes and was skipped.

"Yue'er in the past two days, let's rest in peace first, as long as there are ghosts, things can always be found out."

Wan Ziyang looked at the young girl in plain clothes, a girl who had not yet reached the age of ten, sensible and calm, which made people feel distressed.

Four years ago, after her mother died, the third sister changed a lot.

used to be very coquettish, but later, only sensible remained.

Since then, the third sister's demeanor and tutoring have always been top-notch among women of the same age in Jincheng.

Wan Jinyue noticed her brother's gaze, and in that look was distressed.

"Brother rests early, too."

Wan Jinyue took Bai Xia and hurriedly returned to the courtyard where she stayed.

The courtyard is called Danruo, and there are a large number of pomegranate trees planted in it, hence the name.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived, and the Danruo courtyard is full of fallen leaves, and the only few leaves on the pomegranate tree make a loud sound in the sad wind.

This time, Wan Jinyue returned to the capital, but because of men's clothing, she did not bring a maid.

This Bai Xia, I don't know how reliable it is.

"Bai Xia, why did you come to be a maid, is there anyone else in your family?"

Bai Xia looked at his master, but there was a trace of excitement in his heart.

It's been twenty days, and it's the first time that the master has talked so much to himself.

"There's no one else in the house."

"My father used to be a mason, and when he was helping others build houses, he was not paying attention and fell."

"When she was disabled, her mother remarried. More than a month ago, my father suffered from a cold and didn't survive. ”

"I thought about coming out to be a maid, just to have something to eat." When Bai Xia talked about this, he didn't mean much sadness, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"Girl, this is my deed of sale, Mr. Qian asked me to give it to you."

Wan Jinyue took the deed of sale in Bai Xia's hand and folded it silently.

"You will sleep in a partial room in the future, I will call you if I have something, I am not used to being served by someone." Wan Jinyue only felt tired.

After days of traveling, the death of his father, and the unascertained truth...... One big stone after another pressed on Wan Jinyue's heart.

In the past 20 days, she has never slept well, and she only eats two bites of food.

Finally returned home, with a brother to rely on, Wan Jinyue rarely slept well.

Since the Dasheng Dynasty, the country has changed the three-year filial piety to March, and advocated the people's thin burial.

Nowadays, no matter how high or low, the funeral is light and simple.

It stands to reason that Kuodongguo attaches great importance to filial piety, and this thin burial is really disrespectful to the ancestors.

But when it is actually implemented, many people have tasted the sweetness from it.

This thin burial, firstly, to save money by organizing funerals, secondly, does not affect the career of officials, and thirdly, to eliminate a large number of tomb robbers.

After a long time, from the nobles to the common people, they all accepted this thin burial ceremony.

It has been more than 20 days since Wan's father died. Most of the corpses were not found.

The brothers and sisters of the Wan family decided to pick a nearby auspicious day and erect a mound for their father.

The people in the streets were jubilant and happy. Wan Jinyue and Wan Ziyang were in the newly arranged mourning hall, guarding the spirit.

Yingjun Wangfu doesn't have any relatives in Liyang Mansion, the only one has something to do with it.

Only the Zhang family, who was promoted to Liyang Mansion this year, is left.

But since the death of Wan's father, there has been no news from the Zhang family.

I didn't come to the door to offer condolences, and I never sent a letter.

Wan Ziyang felt a little bit of people walking away from tea.

The debriefing documents of the officials who came to the capital to report on their work were submitted early in the morning.

Today's Mid-Autumn Festival Palace Banquet is the day of results.

All the officials above the fifth grade who came to report on their work gathered in Shuyang Hall and waited for the results of the debriefing, which was either gratifying or worrying.

Qian Tianhe sat in his place, lacking interest.

Two years ago, seventeen-year-old Qian Tianhe was sent by his father to the Lanzhou military camp on the border of Kundong and Beiyouguo for training.

It is said to be an experience, but in fact, it is to go through the form.

Qian Tianhe knew that his father had greeted his boss, and he also knew that in recent years, Kundong would not fight with Beiyou.

Beiyouzeng and Kundong signed a 30-year armistice agreement and established a mutual market between the two countries.

Under the armistice of more than 20 years, Lanzhou, as the main location of the mutual market, has been extremely prosperous in economic development.

In such a situation, no one will start a senseless war.

It's been two years, and Qian Tianhe, who is messing around, has become the fifth and thousands of households in the Lanzhou Army, but he still hasn't been on a decent battlefield.

Qian Tianhe doesn't like such days.

He wanted to go to the real battlefield, defend his family and country, and make meritorious contributions.

A good man should be a blood sprinkler, instead of living under the wings of his parents like now.

This palace banquet was missing the big and small officials in Jinzhou, but the scene was still noisy.

King Cheng sat on the seat closest to the emperor and was slowly drinking the fine Yangze wine in his cup.

There is a famous wine in Cuidong, one is called Yangze wine, and the other is made in Lishui.

It's all good water and good wine.

Thinking about the King of Yingjun whose corpse sank in the Li River, King Cheng couldn't help but feel a little better.

King Cheng was the only son of the first queen, followed by his aunt.

In addition, he has been in the palace for ten years, and his favor has declined, but there are only two princesses under his knees.

Therefore, King Cheng, who is the second in this row, occupies a concubine and is a popular candidate for the future prince.

No matter how popular the candidate is, sometimes he may not be able to have the last laugh.

King Cheng fell in love with the 100,000 Wanjia army Yingjun King who was far away in Jinzhou.

and through the so-called teacher Qian Zhiyuan, he negotiated with Wan Zebin many times.

This old fox is playing Tai Chi with him.

Since the meat you want is in someone else's mouth, and the person is still biting it, then you have no choice but to kill that person.

I just don't know if the wine brewed by soaking the dead man's Lijiang water is still mellow.