It was my fault. ”

On the contrary, Zhao Yueqiu didn't cry, looking at the palace gate hung with white silk, she blinked her dry eyes, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying: "I thought that she would live for a long, long time." ”

"A person's life can be as little as a few decades, or as many as a hundred years, but they are just a flick of a finger, and where does it come from'long, long time'."

After that, Qi Ziruo raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and pretended to be relaxed: "Although the imperial brother has already been buried, I know that you will definitely come to the palace after returning to Beijing, so I will wait outside the palace day by day, if you want to go in, I will take you to the residence of the imperial brother before his death." ”

"I'll just ...... I don't go in. ”

At the huge palace gate, Zhao Yueqiu suddenly found that she didn't even have the courage to take a step forward.

Looking at everything in front of her, she only felt as if she was in a dream.

Obviously, before she left, everything was fine.

Now, in just four years, a sea change has taken place.

Hearing that she couldn't go in, Qi Ziruo was not surprised, but smiled reluctantly, and said softly: "In this case, let's go to the princess's mansion, what has happened in the past four years, you have to tell me carefully." ”

Zhao Yueqiu left with Qi Ziruo.

She is like a temporary loss of soul, more like a marionette, doing whatever others say, without half a sense of autonomy.

Even if the saddest time had passed, Qi Ziruo was still worried about Zhao Yueqiu's state.

When she entered the princess's mansion before she got married, avoiding everyone's eyes, Qi Ziruo sat beside Zhao Yueqiu with tears in her eyes, and choked up: "If you are uncomfortable, just cry happily, and after crying, forget about the imperial brother and live your life well." ”

"But I can't cry."

Zhao Yueqiu's voice was extremely soft, as if it could be dispersed as soon as the wind blew: "I don't know why, my heart hurts and hurts, and it hurts so much that I want to faint immediately, but I just can't cry." ”

For her, everything in front of her was too unreal, and she had no sense of reality at all.

After a pause, Zhao Yueqiu couldn't help but turn her head to Qi Ziruo for confirmation: "That person, is he really dead?" ”

"It's really dead." Qi Ziruo's tears are like a flood that has opened the floodgates, and they have long been out of control: "It was Zeyu who entered the funeral himself, and there would be no mistake." ”

The more this time, the clearer Zhao Yueqiu's mind became.

With this word, the previous confusion finally dissipated, and she turned back into a businessman's wife, and the organization was very clear.

"Half a year ago, I got a tip from Shangjing, saying that the person was seriously ill, and I didn't dare to delay for a moment, so I immediately let the sail go ashore."

"After I went ashore, I learned that the man had abdicated due to serious illness and was in extreme health, so I hurried back day and night."

"Halfway through the journey, I got another letter on the way, and the content of the letter was the news of the man's death, and it was only eight months before and after, why was it so fast? How did she die? The huge Tai Hospital, the medical saint clan of the Qi royal family, can't they even be grabbed for eight months? ”

Zhao Yueqiu said calmly, but Qi Ziruo was even more uncomfortable.

At this moment, her tears are not only for the dead Qi Changrong, but also for the stubborn and pathetic Zhao Yueqiu who hit the south wall in front of her and did not look back.

A thousand words, and finally only one sentence: "I just want to know, how did she die, when she really died of illness after years of hard work, and died of oil and lamp?" ”

Hearing this, Qi Ziruo was quite embarrassed, and couldn't help but hang his head, not daring to look directly at Zhao Yueqiu's amazingly bright eyes.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Yueqiu was even more sure of her conjecture, no matter what the cause of that person's death was, it was definitely not a normal 'oil lamp withered' and died.

Halfway, Zhao Yueqiu took a deep breath, clenched her hands into fists, and asked sharply: "If you still treat me as a friend, tell me the truth, how did she die?!" ”

"What do you want me to say?"

Under the pressure step by step, Qi Ziruo covered his face and cried, choking up: "As you speculated, under the care of the Tai Hospital and the medical saint, when the imperial brother abdicated, although his body was not healthy, at least his life was safe, but later when he was recuperating with the imperial sister-in-law, I don't know what happened, the imperial brother suddenly fell ill and died, and the imperial sister-in-law ...... He was also martyred. ”

What happened in between, who knows?

Zhao Yueqiu was extremely stubborn: "When people die, there must be a reason." ”

However, Qi Ziruo shook his head: "I really don't know. ”

Zhao Yueqiu closed her eyes: "I will find out about this matter." ”

Whether it is Mrs. Yipin, the head of the Qian family, or Zhao Yueqiu, they all do what they say.

Even if the sudden investigation may touch a sensitive nerve of the royal family, lose everything he has, and even risk his life, Zhao Yueqiu has no intention of retreating.

In the end, she found Junchen's head.

And at this time, the Junfu was also a vegetarian.

When entering the mansion, Zhao Yueqiu couldn't react for a while.

After she came back to her senses, she immediately stopped the footsteps of the little girl next to her, pointed to the white silk in the house and asked, "What's going on?" ”

Hearing this, the little maid in the house wiped the corners of his eyes and replied in a low voice: "Back to the cousin's words, Mrs. died of illness a month ago." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yueqiu was stunned, and her pace increased slightly by two points, and she went straight to the main courtyard of the monarch's mansion.

Under the plane tree in the courtyard, the white-haired Junchen was lying on a rattan chair, as if he didn't know what to do, his eyes were closed, and he didn't say a word, but he didn't move.

Only his slightly undulating chest told Zhao Yueqiu that the person in front of him was still alive.

Seeing Zhao Yueqiu coming, Jun Yuanzheng, who was guarding the side, bowed and called in a low voice: "Auntie." ”

It wasn't until Jun Yuanzheng raised his eyes that Zhao Yueqiu found that the young man's eyes in front of him were full of bloodshots, and the pain in his eyes had been carved into the bone marrow.

She took two steps closer, squatted down to look at the person on the recliner, and cautiously called, "Cousin......"

When the words fell, there was no reaction from the person who was called.

At this time, Jun Yuanzheng said in a hoarse voice: "Since my mother passed away, my father has been like this, not talking, and not paying attention to anyone, lying on this chair when the weather is fine, and standing under the eaves when it rains, immersed in his own world, refusing to be visited by anyone." ”

Suddenly, Zhao Yueqiu couldn't say anything, and she felt very uncomfortable.

What a proud person her cousin is, she can be so proud that her cousin, who doesn't put everything in her eyes, has become what she is now, you can imagine how hard his cousin's death has hit him.

Suddenly, Zhao Yueqiu couldn't ask about the previous doubts.

No matter how much she wanted to know the cause of that person's death, she would not rub salt in her own cousin's wound at this time.

Jun Yuanzheng brought a small stool: "Auntie, you sit." ”

After sitting down, Zhao Yueqiu suddenly saw a few books on the wooden table an arm's length away, and asked, "This is what you read?" ”

"No, it was written by the father to the mother, and the mother read it to the father."

Jun Yuanzheng missed: "In the past, in his spare time, his father also lay on the chair, often begging his mother to read to him, his mother doted on his father very much, and almost never refused his father, every time he thought about it, it was more than half an hour. ”

When the words fell, Zhao Yueqiu pursed her lips, and she really couldn't say the word 'festival mourning'.

Even she herself can't let go of that person's death, so where is she qualified to persuade others to let go?

After sitting with him for an hour, Zhao Yueqiu said in a low voice: "Yuan Zheng, take me to give your mother a pillar of incense." ”

"Auntie, forgive me, Yuan Zheng can't take you there." Jun Yuanzheng smiled bitterly: "Since my mother was buried, my father has sealed the ancestral hall and no one is allowed to enter, but ...... Every dusk, my father would go to my mother's grave to meditate, and you could wait a little longer and go with him. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Yueqiu immediately realized something: "Where is your mother buried?" ”

"It's in the Junmen Cemetery, and you can get there in half an hour on a fast horse."

Zhao Yueqiu was at a loss: "He went at dusk, when will he come back?" ”

"Sometimes, sitting all night."

Having said this, Zhao Yueqiu couldn't understand anymore, dressed in the sunset after dusk, dressed in the silver moonlight in the cold night, not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of severe cold and heat......

After another half an hour, the sculpture-like figure on the chaise longue finally moved, and without saying a word, he walked in the direction of the stable in the house.

Seeing this, Jun Yuanzheng and Zhao Yueqiu hurriedly followed.

Mounted on fast horses, the three of them galloped away.

Entering the Junmen Cemetery, the tomb of 'Xie Tanyuan' is buried in an inconspicuous corner in the deepest part of the cemetery.

The tomb is a double-open tomb, and the tombstone in front of the door can be separated from the middle once, and when Junchen is a hundred years old, he will be buried with the people in the tomb.

As soon as he arrived here, Junchen sat quietly beside the tombstone, his eyes slightly closed, and he still didn't say a word.

Zhao Yueqiu put on the incense and saw the salute.

At this time, Jun Yuanzheng, who had finished kowtowing, said again: "Father doesn't like to be disturbed, so my aunt should leave with me." ”

Zhao Yueqiu was silent, glanced at Jun Chen, and left with Jun Yuanzheng's steps.

As soon as they left, Jun Chen opened his eyes full of chaos, took out a book from his long sleeves as if he was juggling, looked at the name on the tombstone, as if a person was sitting next to him, and said with a smile: "In the past, you will be me, and this time it should be my turn to be you, this is a new book written by the most famous author on the market, I will read it to you." ”

……

In the distance, Zhao Yueqiu heard the sound of reading in the depths of the cemetery.

Listen, it's more like a miscellaneous.

Jun Yuanzheng didn't stop, pursed his lips and said: "My mother loved to read books when she was alive, and she didn't care about anything, as long as she held it in her hand, she could read it for a long time, after her mother died, her father was afraid that her mother would be lonely, so he often read books to her, sometimes it was a positive discussion, sometimes it was a miscellaneous discussion." ”

When the words fell, Zhao Yueqiu lowered her eyes, the corners of her lips tightened, and she didn't know if she heard it.

After a while, she suddenly asked, "Why didn't I hear the news of the Jun family's funeral from Shangjing?" ”

Hearing this, Jun Yuanzheng was stunned: "Auntie, under the mourning of the heavenly family and country, everything must be sidelined." ”