Su Jiu held the letter left by Xiao Yu before his death and slept on the small couch behind the screen in the study for a night.

Xiao Tingchen hugged her, let her head rest on his knees, and sat like this for a night.

When the sky was faintly bright, he looked down at Su Jiu.

She curled up in a ball when she slept, like when she was a child, which shows that she must be very insecure now.

Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and even small teardrops were faintly visible on her eyelashes.

Xu is dreaming of something again, and two lines of tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

She rolled over and unconsciously whispered, "Daddy......"

Xiao Tingchen stretched out his hand and gently stroked her eyebrows.

His robe was stained with a large patch of her tears from the night.

The snow stops outside.

When the sky is bright, the clear snow light shines through the Korean paper on the window lattice, making the study extra bright and clean.

Su Jiu woke up, raised his hand and rubbed his sore eyes, raised his head to meet Xiao Tingchen's calm gaze, and said with a reluctant smile: "Last night, I was reading a letter on the couch, but I cried and fell asleep...... Brother didn't rest last night, right? ”

"It doesn't matter what I do." Xiao Tingchen kissed her eyebrows pityingly, "Good, go change your clothes, let's go and worship the third uncle." ”

When a loved one in the family dies, most of the juniors can't hear the word "worship".

Su Jiu's tears that he could not stop welled up again.

She raised her sleeve and wiped it off, "I'm going to change my clothes." ”

She changed into a pear-white skirt and took off the hairpin, only a pure white silk flower on the sideburns.

Xiao Tingchen had already prepared paper money, pastries, drinks and other items for the memorial service, put them in a bamboo basket, and carried them in his hands at will, "Let's go." ”

Xiao Yu's tomb was built in the area of the ancestral tomb.

The mountains and wilderness in winter are very desolate, the snow covers the graves, and the quaint tombstones are engraved with Xiao Yu's name and life, everything is very solemn.

Su Jiu knelt in front of the grave, tears uncontrollably dripping down.

When she was young, she was delicate and ignorant, and regarded the Xiao family's father as the most powerful person in the world.

She admired him and respected him, but she never imagined that the Xiao family's father would leave her one day.

How can such a powerful person die?

"Is it true that no matter how close people are, there will be a day of separation?"

She choked.

Xiao Tingchen knelt beside her and calmly took her into his arms, "I will not leave you, eternal life, I will never leave you." ”

Su Jiu leaned lightly on his shoulder.

The mountain breeze blew the fine snow, falling on the tips of their hair and eyelashes.

They snuggled together, and after a long, long time, Xiao Tingchen said: "Since you are here, let's also go and see Si Dushu and Hua Rourou." ”

The tombs of Si Dushu, Hua Rourou and Luo Lishang were built in one place.

Standing on the high mountain, you can overlook the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

A red plum tree blooms like blood, as if to welcome their arrival.

Su Jiu found that there were already people worshipping in front of the grave.

The paper money in the copper furnace has not yet burned out, and the wine placed in front of the tombstone still has residual warmth.

When she was startled, a plum blossom fell from the sky and gently brushed her cheeks.

She looked up, and the man with the color of spring dawn was sitting on the branches, looking at them with a smile.

His cloak was still stained with frost, and he had probably come all the way to Jinling.

"Lord Xie ......"

She whispered.

"Call me Xie Er." Xie Rongjing turned over and got off the tree, and hugged her gently in front of Xiao Tingchen, "Su Xiaojiu, when you go back to Jinling, just call me Xie Er." ”

Su Jiu choked and nodded.

The three of them revisited the tomb before preparing to descend the mountain.

Xiao Tingchen stood in front of the grave and said lightly: "You go back first." ”

The two looked at each other and didn't say much.

The mountain breeze is lonely, and the snow is blowing.

Xiao Tingchen sat cross-legged in front of Si Dushu's grave and poured two glasses of wine.

The fine snow blinded him, and his eyes seemed to be the feat of the young man in the grave.

The boy was cowardly all his life, but when his classmates were bullied by bullies, he blocked the door.

He said, you can't kneel, we scholars, only kneel to the prince of heaven and earth!

The literati are arrogant, but that's it.

Xiao Tingchen raised his glass to the tombstone, hooked his lips and smiled: "I made a promise in front of your grave back then, to establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a life for the people, to continue to learn for the saints, and to open peace for all generations...... I'm a person, I have a lot of bad problems, but I promise a lot. Over the years, I have been dreaming of sleeping at night, and I often dream of you and me studying together in the middle of the night. How dare I neglect my government? ”

He paused, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Chief, I'm Xiao Huaijin, I haven't broken my promise!"

"Look at this prosperous world, you look at this splendid country, the four seas of Kyushu are your will, the spring breeze turns rain, the plum blossoms are proud of the cold, you are a man who opens peace for all generations, death is heavier than Mount Tai!!"

Plum blossoms fell on his shoulders.

Obviously there is no wind, but it seems to have a hand, gently brushing away the fallen flowers on his shoulders for him.

Xiao Tingchen raised his head, and at the moment when the tears flowed, he drank all the spirits in the cup.

He got up and went back.

There was a seal left in front of Si Dushu's tombstone.

At the bottom of the seal, it is clearly engraved with seven small characters of "Dayong Prime Minister Division".

Shi Zai, the first prime minister of the Dayong Dynasty, was named Si Dushu.

No one knows his life and political achievements, but they know that he is deeply admired by the emperor and queen, and he is a man who will bring peace to all generations.

……

Su Jiu's carriage slowly drove to the mouth of Wuyi Lane.

She and Xie Rongjing walked side by side towards the alley.

Although the two have been in Chang'an together for many years, they can only meet during major palace banquets, and they have only a dozen faces in ten years, and what they have said is even more than a finger.

Walking silently to the door of Xie Mansion, Xie Rongjing looked up.

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