Song Yuan didn't know how Xiahou Jinshan's face was black.

The next day, I woke up early in the morning.

After the early dynasty, he took Cheng Yunjie to the place of the imperial tomb.

Today is the death day of her mother, Princess Min Kang.

This year is not a special day of worship, but the Song and Yuan dynasties will still come to worship.

This is true every year.

After the eldest princess Minkang gave birth to her, she went within two years.

Song Yuan was fostered among the royal family and raised for several years.

Then the royal heirs declined, and the emperor of the year was ill for a long time, and the royal family had no one to succeed to the throne, so Song Yuan was taken back and taught by the Empress Dowager herself.

Until Song Jue appeared.

Although Song Yuan didn't have any impression of the eldest princess Minkang, he was young at the time and couldn't remember anything.

But the imperial grandmother told her that her mother did not mean to die.

She came to see her often.

When I am busy, I come to worship every year on the day of death.

In the spare time, it is a walk during the New Year's holidays.

There are not many government affairs in the morning today, and the end is only half an hour after sunrise.

Song Yuan rode a fast horse to come here, it was still early, and the dew was still thick.

It's just that there is still a residual smell of incense in the air.

Song Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and walked quickly to the mausoleum of the eldest princess Minkang.

Sure enough, there have been people who have come here to worship.

Although the incense has been burned out, there is still warmth in the incense burner.

Presumably, the people who came to worship have not gone far.

Song Yuan frowned,

"Go and find out who has been to the Imperial Tomb today."

Who will come back to see her mother?

She often comes here, and has never seen anyone else except for the palace people who guard the imperial tomb for so many years.

The eldest princess of Minkang is happy to be quiet, and she doesn't like inconsequential people to come to visit her before her death.

After Bintian, the imperial tomb is even quieter.

Nearby is her favorite magnolia grass.

The only thing that always accompanies her is the sound of the wind and clouds, and the grass and trees are withered.

Song Yuan thought about it for a long time, but he never thought about what kind of old people would come to worship such a withdrawn mother.

It's so early.

Cheng Yunjie didn't take long to return.

"Your Majesty, no abnormalities have been found in the imperial tomb today, all the palace people are old people, there has been no transfer in three months, no visitors, and no new palace people."

Song Yuan paused slightly when he bowed on the futon, and then continued to worship.

Wait until you have finished the salute before you get up.

"That's weird."

"It's been more than 20 years, who is so affectionate?"

can also come in silently, walk silently, and treat the guards of the imperial tomb as if they were nothing.

Song Yuan didn't have a clue, so he had to leave first.

About three quarters later.

Halfway up the mountain.

A middle-aged man sits on a strange rock next to a stream.

His face was full of remembrance.

The complexion is not good, but it is not very bad.

The retinue grinning like a piece of it had been cut off from his head, and he couldn't tell whether he was sad or happy, crying or laughing.

"Master, why don't you see her?"

The middle-aged man closed his eyes,

"I'm a little scared."

The attendant grinned again,

"What are you afraid of?"

The middle-aged man continued,

"I don't know how to meet it."

"She looked too much like her when she was a child."

The retinue grinned,

"I'm afraid to see the same face."

"It's not the same person."

The middle-aged man looked at the swimming fish in the stream,

"yes, not the same person."

"Not the same person"

An hour later, Song and Yuan Tongcheng Yunjie came to Bai Qianxing's doorstep.

Well, it's the back door.

Cheng Yunjie got off the horse and was about to knock on the door.

"Wait."

Song Yuan opened his mouth to stop him.

Cheng Yunjie turned around,

"Won't you go in, Your Majesty?"

Song Yuan rubbed his chin,

"It doesn't have to be so fanfare, let's go over the wall."

Cheng Yunjie was stunned for a moment,

"Isn't it okay?"

Song Yuan rubbed his fan,

"What's wrong?"

"We're here to steal wine, Concubine Qing, no, Madame Bai has good wine there."

Cheng Yunjie was a little incredulous,

"Stealing, stealing wine?"

Song Yuan nodded,

"That's right."

Cheng Yunjie was speechless for a while,

"Your Majesty wants it, you don't have to steal it."

Song Yuan glanced at him,

"You don't understand, stolen ones are delicious."

When Cheng Yun was stunned, Song Yuan had already jumped onto the wall of Bai Qianxing's house.

Cheng Yunjie sighed and immediately followed.

It's just that Song Yuan just crossed the wall and landed on the ground and just stood firm, so he was startled.

I almost turned back.

Cheng Yunjie followed and jumped down.

Although the sound is very soft, it is useless.

Bai Qianxing was now kneeling under the eaves, looking at the two of them dumbfounded.

I was so surprised that I forgot to stand up for a while.

Cheng Yunjie looked at Bai Qianxing with a little embarrassment.

But when I saw his knees, I almost laughed.

Song Yuan insisted on not embarrassing himself, took the fan and turned around,

"I never thought that Commander Bai would have such a hard time."

"Why, what did you do to offend Madame Bai before you knelt on the washboard here?"

Cheng Yunjie couldn't help but laugh, and looked down at Bai Qianxing with a straight face,

"The washboards in Commander Bai's house are very good wood."

Bai Qianxing bowed,

"Wechen participates in Your Majesty."

Fang Cai got up with a bitter face, and he couldn't stand on his feet for a long time.

"Let Your Majesty smile, Wechen, Wechen"

"Alas, it's hard to put into words."

Song Yuan nodded with a clear face, and didn't ask anymore.

Instead, he looked around at the plants and trees in Bai Qianxing's house.

Bai Qianxing looked at Song Yuan, and there were thousands of doubts in his heart,

"Your Majesty is here, why don't you go through the main gate?"

Cheng Yunjie immediately turned pale when he heard this, just waiting for Song Yuan to speak.

Song Yuan was not embarrassed and changed the topic,

"Where's your wife?"

"I haven't seen her for a long time, and I don't want to come to the palace to sit down."

Bai Qianxing staggered ahead to lead the way,

"Your Majesty will go to the house and sit in the house first, and Weichen will go to find my lady to come and pay a visit."

Song Yuan opened the fan with a snap,

"It's fine."

Madame White was taking a nap in the bedroom.

Now that he was pulled up by Bai Qianxing, he was very unhappy to wake up,

"Who got you up?"

Bai Qianxing sighed,

"Little Ancestor, I'll make amends to you later, you should hurry up now."

"Your Majesty is here, and now you are using tea in the hall."

When Bai Qianxing took Mrs. Bai's hand and came to the main hall, Song Yuan was talking to Cheng Yunjie.

"It's better to go to the front door in the future."

Cheng Yunjie nodded again and again when he heard this.

As long as His Majesty thinks it is appropriate, it is appropriate.

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