Xiyue is thirty-six years old, and the fifth day of the first month.

The imperial city of Jing'an has been snowing heavily for two days in a row, and as far as the eye can see, the entire prosperous ancient city is covered with snow. Whether it is the Imperial Palace, Jingning Street, or even the suburbs of the city, there are few pedestrians.

Yefu, located on Jingning Street, is an exception. Because today happens to be the third day after Ji Mochu's death, and it is the day of his funeral.

Ji Qingling, who was a filial daughter, knelt down in front of Prince You, tears poured down her eyes, and she cried: "Seventeen Uncle Wang." My mother and I made concessions, and no longer waited for my grandmother to arrive at the imperial city, so we let my father be buried in advance.

But the relatives of the Ji family, especially the younger generations in the imperial city, are only my cousin Princess Xiao.

Now my mother and I have been waiting for her to come ......, but we haven't seen her for a long time. ”

Emperor Yu Hao's sword eyebrows were slightly locked, and his sharp gaze swept over the silver world of pink carved jade around him. Finally, he turned his gaze to the direction where the palace was located, and said in a deep voice:

"The imperial doctor told the king that Princess Xiao was unwell and was still recuperating......"

Imperial Doctor Hu, who was waiting on the side, listened to this, and hurriedly stepped forward and truthfully reported Princess Xiao's illness to Princess Ji, the side concubine of King Yan.

In desperation, Ji Qingling had to promise to give the funeral to her father Ji Mochu, and no longer wait for Princess Xiao.

About two hours later, when the funeral procession for Ji Mochu passed through King Xiao's mansion on the outskirts of Xiao. Ji Qingge happened to be waiting in front of the window of the warm pavilion, listening to Yan Fengxing chatting with King Xiao and Emperor Jinxi.

From the content of their conversation, Ji Qingge learned the origin of Ji Mochu's funeral expenses. Nominally, it was borrowed from Princess Lin Yue, but in fact, it was ...... But it is the money that exists in the money of His Royal Highness King Yan.

Ji Qingge was inconvenient to interject, but he didn't quite understand, why did Major General Sikong secretly help her break the siege?

The desolate suona sound in his ears, accompanied by the grief and cry of the women, once again entered the warm pavilion of King Xiao's mansion. Ji Qingge opened the door and walked out of the warm pavilion and came to the backyard.

Outside, the cold wind howled, and the snow fell like reeds, instantly burying the footprints she left on the snow. She tapped her toes and leaped to the top of the ancient tree with dexterity.

Sharp eyes watched the pedestrians who passed by the door of King Xiao's suburban mansion for Ji Mochu's funeral. Seeing that the wicked Ji Mochu could not be buried in Dongling Mountain after his death, Ji Qingge felt a little relieved.

How Jun Xinlan and Ji Qingling abused her in the mourning hall, she could ignore it and not care.

But on the side of Dongling Mountain, almost all of them are buried famous generals of the Xiyue Dynasty. How could a treacherous person like Ji Mochu be allowed to sleep there after death?

This matter can also be imagined by Jun Xinlan and Ji Qingling.

They just wanted to come out, and even mentioned it to King You in person. Fortunately, Wang Ye You was not confused and refused.

Looking at the long funeral procession, Ji Qingge's mind surged a lot of memories about the original owner. It is also related to the funeral, and there are also memories of the presence of the ministers of the DPRK and China.

The funeral was about Ji Mochen, the biological father of the original owner Ji Qingge, and his wife Yan Xinying.

In memory, the original owner Ji Qingge was nine years old and thin and petite. Dressed in white, she stood in front of people and looked extraordinarily thin.

At that time, the scale of the funeral team for Ji Mochen far exceeded the team for Ji Mochu's funeral.

Many civil and military officials followed behind the emperor and many members of the royal family. led the people of Jing'an City, who spontaneously came to the funeral of General Ji, and slowly walked towards Dongling Mountain.

It was a fine sunny day. Unlike today, the snow is flying all over the sky, and the road is inconvenient.

In terms of weddings, funerals, and weddings, the people of the Xiyue Dynasty believe in some mysterious sayings. It is roughly similar to looking at the yellow calendar, looking at feng shui and other obsessive 1i belief behavior.

It is thought that the day of the funeral is a sunny day, and the descendants of the deceased will be rich and prosperous for a lifetime. Not the other way around.

But there is another way of saying that it is auspicious to be buried under the snow. The meaning of "rain and snow hitting holes" in Nai Geology is also ......

As for which statement is right, Ji Qingge really doesn't know and doesn't care.

But Ji Qingge clearly remembered that neither Jun Xinlan nor Ji Qingling attended Ji Mochen's funeral. As for the reason, it seems to be a reason for physical discomfort.

Although Ji Mochu attended the funeral, he did not shed half a tear and did not show the slightest grief.

With the ruthlessness of Ji Mochu's family first, why can't she follow suit?

The scene that comes to her memory is about the tragic scene when the original owner was "stupid" on the day she lost her parents.

When the original owner, the daughter of the gatekeeper, saw her father's body, she cried and fainted beside her mother. When she wakes up, she will giggle, but she will not cry.

Until the day of her parents' funeral, she saw many strangers crying for the deceased, and she began to cry along.

That year, Ji Qingge, the daughter of Jiangmen, was nine years old. The emaciated body can't carry many items, whether it's a large wreath or something else. But Ji Qingge used her thin feet to measure the distance from General Ji's Mansion to the cemetery of Dongling Mountain.

When he was nine years old, Ji Qingge knew the truth that people cannot be resurrected after death.

also understands that her farewell to her parents is goodbye.

So when the nine-year-old Ji Qingge knelt in front of the joint burial cemetery of Ji Mochen and his wife. She knew that in this life, she would not be able to meet her biological parents again.

So she used her thin hands to dig the loess of the cemetery, and when her hands were bloody, she still did not give up.

In the end, he couldn't even bear to look at the emperor, so he personally pulled her up and hugged her in his own arms. He comforted her:

"Qianqian, my future daughter-in-law. You've lost your parents, and I've lost a beloved general. You are sad, and I am also very sad.

But the dead are gone, and the living are like this......

In the future, I and my queen will be like General Ji, who will love Qianqian. ”

The emperor's words brought great comfort to the nine-year-old Ji Qingge. She was moved in her heart, and she gently hooked the emperor's neck with her hands stained with mud and blood.

nodded obediently, and asked in her immature, slightly hoarse voice, "Your Majesty." You just said that you would hurt Qianqian with the queen, so can Qianqian kiss your ear? ”

When the emperor heard this, he smiled with relief.

Reaching out for Ji Qingge, the emperor leaned over and kissed her little ear. He looked at her gently, and said:

"Come, it's time for Qianqian to kiss my ears."

Ji Qingge was moved to tears, and she kissed her gently when the emperor took the initiative to put his ear to her lips. I only remember that a minister taught her at that time:

"Qianqian, you should call him 'Father'. One day, she will marry into the palace and become the emperor's daughter-in-law. ”

The minister who dared to joke with the emperor was Yan Li, the general of the Qi army, that is, the cousin of Ji Qingge, the daughter of the general.

remembered the scene where the original owner kissed the emperor's ear in front of the cemetery, and Ji Qingge, who crossed over, couldn't help but laugh.

A familiar low male voice came from his ears: "Little demon girl, it's snowing so hard outside, you even went up to the tree?" ”