Ji Qingge carefully opened the food box, took out the delicacies in the food box, and placed them in front of the tombstone with Di Jinxuan.

"Dad, mother. As soon as my daughter said goodbye to you, it will be six years. In the past six years......"

Standing in front of the joint burial cemetery of General Ji and his wife, Ji Qingge described the various misfortunes suffered by the original owner in the past six years. Facing the empty mountains, one by one.

She understood that when a person dies, he can no longer be heard. But for some reason, as soon as she came to this cemetery, she felt the urge to talk.

Those warm pasts that often appear in her dreams, accompanied by the past of the original owner's tragic abuse in the abandoned firewood house, surged into her heart one by one.

She knew very well that in the past six years, the people who came to General Ji's cemetery to pay respects would not have relatives of the Ji family.

How could Ji Mochu's family come to Dongling Mountain to worship Ji Mochen? It turned out that he probably didn't want to. Today's Ji Mochu has just held a scene, which is a happy event for them to glorify their ancestors.

I won't even come to worship.

The sound of the wind whistling in his ears, accompanied by the sound of crackling firecrackers not far away, covered Ji Qingge's outpouring voice.

Ji Qingge sighed helplessly and said, "Dad, mother, my daughter can't say it." It's too noisy at this time, and the daughter is talking, lest her father and mother can't hear it. ”

Seeing that Di Jinxuan was leaning over to burn paper money for General Ji and his wife, Ji Qingge joined him to incense and burn paper money at the cemetery.

The cold wind passed through the Dongling Mountain, and the smell of some incense blew towards the tomb of General Ji.

Ji Qingge stood in front of the tombstone in a white dress, and the cold wind lifted the skirt of her dress, outlining her delicate figure very gracefully.

She reached out and grabbed a strand of green silk from her sideburns, raised her eyes, and met Di Jinxuan's warm gaze staring at her. The warm eyes of the two collided inadvertently under the warm winter sun, and they felt a warm current in their hearts instantly.

The slender jade hand that was lightly placed on the sideburns was held in the hand by Di Jinxuan. Ji Qingge hooked his lips and smiled lightly. Di Jinxuan's words of concern sounded in his ears

"Is it cold?"

"It's not cold."

Not to mention that the sun is shining on the hills today, it is not cold at all. Even if Dongling Mountain, like Yuheng Mountain, is covered with snow, as long as she can be by his side, she will not feel cold.

When Ji Qingge shook his head, Di Jinxuan saw the steps on her head and the butterfly jade hairpin swaying. Under the sunlight, the jade hairpin reflects an alluring fragmented brilliance.

What made Di Jinxuan more tempting than the jade hairpin was Princess Xiao who wore the jade hairpin.

Di Jinxuan's right index finger picked up a wisp of green silk from her sideburns, and his extremely doting eyes swept over her shocking face. He untied the strap of his cloak, took it off, and draped it on Ji Qingge's body.

"Your hands are cold, but they're not cold?"

Ji Qingge smiled shyly and said softly, "Husband, thank you." After that, she knelt in front of the tombstone and kowtowed to General Ji and his wife reverently.

Although her kowtowing posture is not standardized, she dares to touch her heart and say that she admires General Ji and his wife from the bottom of her heart. Although after she traveled to this time and space, she had no chance to meet General Ji and his wife.

But through the stories told to her by others, she can also imagine how much General Ji and Mrs. Ji love each other.

Before his death, General Ji was fighting outside all the year round, and he got together less and left more with Mrs. Ji. So after they got married for several years, they had the Jiangmen Qianjin Ji Qingge.

General Ji originally thought that he could lead the Qi army against the Beitan thieves who invaded the border land of Xiyue. But no one would have expected that he would die under the poisoned arrows of the enemy.

The death on the battlefield made General Ji's promise to his wife Yan Xinying become a lie that he could not fulfill in his lifetime.

And Yan Xinying had no choice but to raise their child Ji Qingge alone. But how could Ji Mochu, who had long coveted Yan Xinying's beauty, give her a chance to live in peace?

Regarding the cause of death of General Ji and his wife, Ji Qingge has heard several versions. She didn't know which one was true, because she couldn't verify it.

However, she was also relieved to see that General Ji and Mrs. Ji were buried together after their deaths.

After Di Jinxuan helped her up, she reached out and grabbed her cloak, and said in a tactful voice, "Dad, mother." I don't know if you can hear her, but she often dreams of you.

I dreamed that you were in love with each other, whether in the General's Mansion or in the Qi Army camp on the border. ”

Ji Qingge closed his eyes slightly and folded his hands. Silently prayed in my heart, "May the spirit of my father and mother in heaven bless my daughter and Prince Xiao with all the best and be safe forever......"

When she opened her eyes, Di Jinxuan gently lifted her chin with the tip of his right index finger. With an unfathomable smile, he asked her, "You made a wish?" ”

"Hmm."

"Come, tell your husband, what are your wishes?"

Seeing that Ji Qingge was shy and silent, Di Jinxuan stopped asking. just muttered, "No matter what the wish of the concubine is, the husband is looking forward to the wish of the concubine to come true." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Thanks."

Today, for some reason, Ji Qingge didn't want to tell him what he wanted. Although her family's emperor and creditor accompanied her out of the palace to relax, she could also sense that he was hiding something in his heart.

She knew that Di Jinxuan was not a man who was willing to take the initiative to talk to others. He is accustomed to hiding his thoughts in the depths of his heart, and under normal circumstances, he will not listen to others.

I saw that Di Jinxuan's heroic sword eyebrows were slightly locked, and the bottom of his deep eyes faintly revealed a touch of gloom. She was concerned, "Husband? ”

"Qingge?"

Di Jinxuan answered, and didn't look at Ji Qingge. His gaze fell on the paper money they had just burned. After all the paper money has been reduced to ashes, he will say

"Accompany the husband to walk nearby."

Ji Qingge smiled lightly and readily agreed.

When she turned around, she also glanced at the words "Ji Qingge" on the tombstone. thought that if Di Jinxuan hadn't brought her to worship her ancestors, she might not have remembered until the New Year, in the Xiyue Dynasty, there was such a custom.

Leaving General Ji's cemetery, Ji Qingge faintly heard a burst of fairy music. She followed the prestige, and saw a woman in white dancing lightly in the cold wind by the ancient tree not far ahead.

The cold wind lifted the woman's clothes and flew over, and the long hair like a waterfall fluttered in the cold wind. Her light and agile posture danced, looking from afar, like a pure flower swaying in the red dust. Holy, not a trace of dust.

Ji Qingge finally waited for the woman to stop, but saw the woman in white leap forward and fly to the top of the ancient tree. The woman's laughter can be vaguely heard in his ears, "Haha......"

Although she couldn't see the appearance of the woman in white clearly, she could also imagine from the woman's fairy dancing that the woman must be a peerless beauty.

"Who is she?"

Seeing that Di Jinxuan, a man who had always been known as the "King of the Iceberg", all cast his eyes on the white shadow on the ancient tree not far away, so he asked curiously.

"In the eyes of Aifei, who can she be?" Di Jinxuan's sword eyebrows were raised lightly, pretending to be a mysterious way.