The "Wild Fox Fall" in the northwest corner is an overgrown abandoned land, where the deceased palace maids are buried together, because it is unattended all year round, the crows on the branches are particularly arrogant, and they hover in flocks, and the long hiss of one by one makes people palpitate.

Wan'er carried a basket full of sacrifices in one hand and picked up the unknown weeds half a person high in the other, the path had long been covered, and she could only grope her way forward step by step, until the deepest part was the desolate tomb.

It is said to be the tomb of the palace maid, but there is no tombstone, only an irregular big bluestone, a few cracked stone patterns tell the vicissitudes of suffering, and there are some small characters carved crookedly on it. Wan'er carefully put the basket away, raised her sleeves and wiped the bluestone stele, the dust faded little by little, and the inscription gradually became clearer, line by line, only the time and age of the palace maid's death, no name and no surname.

Unconsciously soured her nose, recalling that on the way she came, a kind little eunuch told her that the messy grass in the palace maid's tomb cut her hands like a jagged tooth, and the big stone tablet was also rickety and dilapidated. This humble voice deeply touched every nerve in Wan'er.

When I rubbed the latest carved line, my hand froze, and my breathing condensed all at once, and I didn't even dare to open my eyes to see it.

"Yifeng is in the second year, eighteen years old." It took a while for Wan'er to muster up her courage, and just a glance was seared into her heart. She knew that this was the only trace of Su'e left in this world.

The wind whirled by, and it slammed into Wan'er's face, like a knife, stabbing people's lives.

With a slight tremor in her hand, she took out the offerings from the basket, and arranged them neatly, and her mouth was a very light and slow voice: "Sister, I'm sorry, I just came to see you now, I brought your favorite Hu cakes and noodle soup, and there is nothing better, you said that you want to eat mandarin fish soup, but Wan'er can't do anything." After saying this, a squeezed out a astringent smile from the corner of her mouth, "Sister, the way Wan'er cries her nose is something you often laugh at." ”

On the way back, Wan'er was full of worries, and Su'e's experience made her grief, giving birth to a strong sense of crisis, and for the first time, she deeply felt that death was so close to her, and it would come at any time. She even thought that her life would follow this trajectory, maybe she would be born and die in loneliness and fear, maybe she would suffer a catastrophe and die without a place to be buried, no one would care who was more or less around her, and for the bluestone tablet, it was just one more anonymous name. Such a fate is not a helpless and helpless statement.

Wan'er didn't go back to the gloomy hut in the courtyard, and went to the Inner Literature Museum by herself. It carries all kinds of joys from the past, and although she can see things and think about people, it is the only place where she can feel at ease.

Old Master Gu was looking out of the door, and when he saw Wan'er with a depressed expression, he said, "Wan'er, you should have come a long time ago." "It seems to be waiting for her attentively.

Wan'er didn't make a sound, worried that she would cry as soon as she spoke. In the past few days, she has been tired of crying uselessly.

"The dead are gone, and the living need to be cherished." The old bachelor also said that he did not mention Su'e at all, and in addition to not wanting to add to the sadness in vain, it also carried a deeper meaning.

Wan'er still didn't make a sound, but nodded her head emphatically.

"Wan'er, the queen intends to summon you." Seeing that she didn't fully understand, Old Master Gu said again, his words were soft and slow, but they were like a thunderclap on the ground.