Shan Zhiyuan was buried in Danzhou.

There was only a well-dressed mound buried in Beijing.

The little ones who carried the coffin and buried the soil were all driven away, and Yi'an was the only one in the empty four fields guarding a new grave.

In more than two months, he has changed from a high-spirited Uncle An Lu and a secretary of the military department to an old father who lost his son in his later years.

He sat in front of the mud-covered grave, clothed in sackcloth and with his back slightly bent.

Because of the sudden emaciation, the loose skin drooped, and the wrinkles like swords cut by a sword were even more obvious.

When his son was alive, Shan Yi'an was afraid that he would have no money over there, so he sent someone to buy paper money as high as a hill and piled it up in front of the grave and burned it one by one.

The ashes in the brazier were cleared a dozen times before the paper money was burned.

He looked at the white flags that were blown by the wind by the grave, pulled his chapped and torn lips, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my father will avenge you." ”

"Whatever you want, I'll send it to you————"

As he spoke, he crawled to the edge of the grave on his knees, his palms trembling on the dirt bag, cold and cold.

His eyes were red, and tears that had dried up from crying came out again, and he choked and grabbed a handful of soil, which he slowly boiled in the palm of his hand, and then sprinkled it on the grave when it was hot.

The white banner scraped and covered his shoulders, he lowered his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, the loose flesh of his cheeks trembled, the sadness in his heart could no longer be suppressed, he covered his face and lay on the grave bag and cried.

In the night, whimpering cries were carried far and far by the wind.

Shan Ji stood far away under a pine tree.

The pine trees are stout and have flourishing branches.

At night, it was pitch black around the pine trees.

If it weren't for the occasional pale corner of his clothes drifting away from the darkness with the wind, he wouldn't have noticed that there was still a person standing in the shadow of the tree.

After a while, Shan Jicai walked out, came to the grave, lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Father, it's getting late, and Mother is worried about you." ”

"Brother, I'll guard here, you can go back."

Shan Yi'an cried and raised his head, with some dirt on his forehead.

He looked at Shan Ji, and his eyes full of sadness gradually became cold and sharp.

"Get on your knees!"

Shan Ji's thin figure stagnated in the growing night.

The hand that hung respectfully and solemnly at his side moved, lifted the hem of his clothes, and knelt down.

Shan Yi'an supported the ground with both hands, stood up in a hurry, and walked around Shan Ji, looking at it earnestly, picky, and hateful.

His son is not something that any cat or dog can replace!!

"Everything you have now belongs to my son, and you have to be grateful to him all the time, understand?"

There was undisguised disgust in the old tone.

Shan Ji nodded: "Understood." ”

Shan Yi'an looked at him and said, "Do you know what I bought you back for?" ”

Shan Ji's hanging head lowered a few points, and his facial features were half invisible.

Shan Yi'an saw that he didn't answer, and sneered: "You don't want to do it? ”

In a word, there is too much taste of killing.

Shan Ji clearly knows what kind of outcome he will face if he rejects Shan Yi'an.

When he was in his own family, at most, he was down, but in Shanfu, this couple who lost their minds would probably kill him mercilessly.

And then buy a son back.

Do the same thing.

The hand on the ground slowly curled up, the dirt spilling out of the clenched fist, and he looked up, revealing a calm, chilled face.

"What's in it for me when it's done."

Shan Yi'an laughed: "What do you want?" ”

"Silver!" Shan Ji said: "Give me enough money to live for half of my life, and I will leave here after the deed is completed." ”

Shan Yi'an nodded

Mid-June is the birthday of King Wen'an of Ruzhou.

On the occasion of Wanshou Day, Ruzhou sent a sharp sword.

Everyone speculated that the emperor was angry.

Therefore, this year's congratulatory gifts sent to Ruzhou have attracted attention both inside and outside the imperial court.

Jiang Lingran is also extremely concerned.

After the prince was seriously injured, the emperor once tried his best to reuse Yan Qi.

In the end, it didn't work out, in addition to his own ambition, there were two other things.

One is his identity.

Everyone knew that he was the emperor's son, but after all, he didn't enter the royal jade butterfly.

The king of a country cannot tolerate the slightest confusion or ambiguity in blood.

And then the second thing happened.

The occurrence of this incident made everyone begin to question and criticize Yan Qi's character, blame him for his bad nature, and make it difficult to take on a big responsibility.

And this matter has a lot to do with Ruzhou.

Jiang Ji returned home and went to Tinglan Garden.

Jiang Lingran poured him a cup of tea and said, "The congratulatory gift sent to Ruzhou has already left Beijing, right?" ”

Jiang Ji took the tea, nodded and said, "I'm out of Beijing early in the morning." ”

Thinking of something, Mingxu's eyes became complicated, and his voice was a little lower: "The emperor has always treated Ruzhou preferentially. ”

This is true.

However, Ruzhou doesn't appreciate it.

Jiang Lingran said: "Do you know what my brother sent this year?" ”

Jiang Ji was given a sword because of the Halloween Festival, so he was still concerned about the affairs of Ruzhou, so he went to inquire about it.

Said: "In addition to the gift list prepared by the Ministry of Rites, the emperor, as in previous years, added a jade ornament in it. ”

When King Wen'an was still in Beijing, his favorite was jadeite.

At that time, if anyone asked him to do something, he would be given a jade ornament as a stepping stone under the name card.

Then his limelight was once more prosperous than now, and every year in June, the jade in Beijing is particularly in demand.

But it was Imajo who ascended the throne in the end.

King Wen'an was driven to the fiefdom of Ruzhou.

After that, no one dared to shoot the jade ornaments in Beijing, for fear of touching the new emperor's mold.

Although Ruzhou has been treated preferentially in recent years, it is rare to see that green in Beijing.

However, Imagami sends jade over every year.

"Originally, I thought that the emperor might be dissatisfied with Ruzhou and would take action, but now." Jiang Ji didn't finish his words, but just shook his head gently.

Jiang Lingran understood that he wanted to say that the emperor was too indecisive, and said: "The emperor wins in benevolence, and he also governs the country with benevolence." ”

"If there is no tangible action in Ruzhou, the emperor should not do anything."

This was the case in the previous life, until the death of the emperor, King Wen'an of Ruzhou was still alive and well.

Thinking of something, he said: "But the emperor has not slackened over the years, hasn't Wu Dehou always been stationed in Zhezhou, which is very close to Ruzhou." ”

Jiang Ji nodded: "Back then, there were many evil bandits in Zhezhou, and Wu Dehou took the name of suppression. ”

"Zhezhou is getting better and better, but I don't see the emperor summoning Wu Dehou back, so there are rumors of spying on Ruzhou."

Jiang Lingran's thoughts flickered.

suddenly remembered the tears that Yan Qi shed when he told her about his mother's death.

Perhaps Wu Dehou has not been recalled to the capital, and the biggest reason is that the emperor is taking care of Yanqi's feelings.

Otherwise, it is enough to send a trustworthy general.

Thinking of Yan Qi, she thought of his past life again.

King Wen'an has been away from Beijing for a long time, although he has always been a thief, but he has never dared to do anything.

The only thing that has nothing to do with him is the incident back then.

She absolutely believes in Yan Qi's character.