"Daoist, girl, you all come out!" Huang Qing said loudly, and then slowly came to the lady's stele, picked up the three threads in the bamboo basket on the ground and lit the candle, and then inserted the incense firmly in front of the stele.

Huang Qing took a deep breath and then said slowly: "I don't know that Madame is actually Zhongliang, Huang Qing, the third prince of Fengxiang, is here, and Madame has to pay Huang Qing's salute!"

Li Zhaoyi, who was behind Huang Qing, was still a little stunned, and a woman in white on the grass hut flew down with a Taoist priest.

"Are you?" Li Zhaoyi looked at Zhang Taozhi, a little stunned.

"Li Gongzi is good. Zhang Taozhi bowed slightly, and he could hear it clearly on the grass hut, and he didn't blame this scholar for a long time, but when he saw Gongzi hurriedly coming to the grave, he knew that Gongzi must have found something.

Huang Qing stared at the grave for a long time, although he knew that he couldn't see this blood doll, but it was strange that he was not afraid at all. Maybe he knew that the other party didn't mean to hurt others, so Huang Qing dared to do this.

Huang Qing turned around, paced two steps, and then said slowly: "There is an example in this dynasty, after the criminal is dismissed from his post and taken over, in addition to his family property is confiscated, his clansmen and men are exiled to the border. The women were given into slavery. If there are servants, they will be used as official prostitutes or exile in the people's market..."Huang Qing's voice was not small, as if he was not only talking to the three living people, but also to the blood doll on the grave.

"Eight years ago, there was a case that was a matter of the Ministry of Households, when the war subsided. Because Zhao Qi, who was the left servant of the household department at that time, used treasure money to collect wealth! It was not long before the people were inflated, and the people's grievances were boiling. Subsequently, Prime Minister Zhao Huanghe collected 10,000 books from the people, please kill He Zai. Speaking of this, Huang Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "He Zai was orally tortured in the vegetable market, and the people rushed to eat his meat." His children were slaves. ”

Huang Qing didn't continue, everyone understood what had happened.

Li Zhaoyi's body trembled slightly, and his palm rubbed the stone tablet.

Huang Qing looked at the man quietly and sighed slightly.

The people have always listened to the wind and rain, and although He Shangshu was infamous for a lifetime, now the currency reform he set has been effective. It's a pity that his exploits are destined not to be recorded in this history book, and he will not be able to get a respect from the temple after his death, and his children, like this lady, are in the Qinglou...

It is also ridiculous that those who still take the name of He Zai as typical scholars, misleading the country and the people, are indispensable among them, those who claim to be clear. What about the women in the Qinglou? On weekdays, they sing the praises of talented and beautiful women, Qinhuai Baili, how many people have never been on the flower boat? When they take off their pants, they are merry and talented, and when they put on their belts, they become saints who hold pens, and they criticize those students who have not yet landed.

It's a pity that this Miss He family, if it weren't for the world's ignorance, if it weren't for the traitor's rule, if it weren't for the imperial examination system, maybe they would be able to live well as a family of three now.

This is the reason why Huang Qing doesn't like temples, and he has that dirty word in his bones. The so-called pair of jade arms and thousands of pillows, half of the red lips are tasted by ten thousand people. Huang Qing didn't feel dirty, at least their hearts were real, and they only spoke to the silver from beginning to end, and there was no need to guess.

Guess what!

Huang Qing couldn't help but think of Jinling City, thinking of the ice beauty in His Highness's mansion, now she is guessing the thoughts of those people for me, can't she escape like this anymore?

is obviously indisputable, but he is still a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of those brothers.

Is it that hard to live?

"Daoist, how is the infant spirit?" Huang Qing said lightly.

"It's moving, and it seems to have listened to His Highness's words. But it doesn't seem to have any intention of leaving, is there still an obsession?" the Taoist priest looked at the blood baby on the grave and wondered.

Huang Qing pondered for a while before saying, "Brother Li, since you already knew when Mrs. Zun was pregnant with a child, did you already have a name at that time?"

Li Zhaoyi looked up at the sky, obviously having collected his mood.

He shook his head and muttered, "Madame's name is Jinxie, and at that time we thought that if we gave birth to a boy, we would call him Li Gongjin." The daughter's name is Li Xie. It's a pity that I won't hear my children call me daddy. ”

When Huang Qing heard this, she was about to speak, but she found that someone was pulling her sleeve, and when she turned around, she saw that it was Zhang Taozhi, only to see a teardrop slipping from the corner of her eye, and she said softly: "It's gone." Before leaving, it called Li Gongzi Daddy. ”

Huang Qing was stunned when he heard this, looked back at the lonely tomb, and was speechless for a long time.

It didn't want to hurt anyone, it just wanted to wait for the loving father in its heart to call its name.

And it also hopes to call Li Zhaoyi a father.

Inadvertently untied the knot, Huang Qing did not lick himself as wise and martial as before, but thought of what he should do as a son of man? Besides, his mother's death was not caused by his father, but by someone else! Why did he always like to take out his anger on that little old man who was nearly fifty years old?

On the way back, there was nothing to say all the way.

Huang Qing stuffed himself in a room, and only needed a jar of "Hu Zhonglu." He didn't even let Zhang Taozhi accompany him. Because he was afraid that if he cried, the perfect image left in her heart would be destroyed.

Everyone is humane, I was born to the Zhao family, and I have to be called the queen mother!

I admit it!

Even if Huang Qing still had the picture he saw when he was three years old in his mind, he had to call that woman a queen mother! Otherwise, he would be the one who would be betrayed by the world! There would be no chance for his mother to correct her name.

Huang Qing took out the scroll of the holy decree and looked at it again and again.

After posthumously sealing the Ning family, it was for Empress Wuzhao.

Huang Qing knew that when he read this holy decree in Longhu Mountain, it was the day of the Jiangnan Rebellion.

A bowl of water and wine entered the throat, and the throat and stomach were hot and painful, and the pain made Huang Qing's tears flow out.

"Mother, you said let me live well, but the more I live, the worse I get. You must be laughing at me in the sky, right?"

"Daddy, you are here for everything, but I'm afraid you'll have that day. My son won't be angry with you!" The decree rolled up and took it in his arms.

Huang Qing stood up, pushed open the window, and was raising the bowl to Mingyue.

One person in the courtyard was facing Huang Qing and smiled slightly.

She also held a small wine glass, flicked her fingers, put the wine glass into the bowl, and returned with water.

The two glanced at each other, her eyes narrowed into a crescent moon and smiled: "Childe, the sky is falling, I will accompany you!"

Huang Qing laughed, a bowl of water and wine was in his stomach, and he said proudly: "If I can survive, I will definitely live up to you!"