Concubine Mei led him through the group of monuments, and finally stopped in front of a large tomb:

"It's here. My whole family of 50 people, except for my sister, is here. ”

This large tomb where forty-nine people are buried is not small, but the tombstone is not large, only a two-foot-high simple tablet, with a few words on it:

Tomb of the Mai Clan.

The family tomb is surrounded by weeds that almost cover the tombstones. But when the three of them got closer, they found that there were two dried oranges of different sizes in front of the grave, one of which had three sticks of incense.

There were several orange peels not far away, and it seemed that one of them had been eaten by other creatures or people.

Dong Rui looked at Concubine Mei, she stretched out her hand to wipe the floating soil on the stele, and said, "Occasionally, someone takes the risk of sacrificing and sweeping. ”

There are always people who remember Prime Minister Mai Cheng's goodness.

Mai Liansheng was condemned as a traitor, and those who came here to sweep the tomb had to bear a certain risk.

She took out the fruits she bought in the town market and the flowers picked by the roadside, placed them in front of the monument, and also offered three incense sticks.

He Lingchuan found a rectangular stone nearby, and he didn't know where the tombstone fell, anyway, the words on both sides were gone.

He drew his floating knife, flattened and straightened the stone, and wrote a few words on the stone surface with the tip of the knife:

Mai Gong through the ages.

Then, he dug a hole next to Mak's tombstone, pressed the long stone into it hard, and then filled it hard.

Concubine Mei watched from the side, until He Lingchuan drew a knife to write, she understood, and her eyes blinked several times.

The new monument was erected, He Lingchuan asked Lingguang to take out the cinnabar red paint, mix it with water, and put it in front of Concubine Mei:

"You draw it."

The brush was dipped in vermilion, and Concubine Mei slowly raised the pen and painted the inscription red.

Just a few words, she described very slowly, slowly, and every stroke was extremely attentive.

How many years have passed, she can finally sweep the tomb in the light, and finally sacrifice the news of revenge to her parents and clansmen!

Concubine Mei's hands suddenly trembled a little, and a little water stain ran down her smooth cheeks.

The more you flow, the more you flow.

She suddenly threw down her pen, hugged the tombstone, and cried!

The crows not far away were startled by her cry and flew away.

It was He Lingchuan's iron-hearted heart that he had cultivated for many years, and he also heard the sorrow and pain of the cuckoo's blood.

In the past eight years, he has gone through many hardships.

This weak woman's road to revenge is really blood and tears step by step.

The black wolf was by her side, licking the tears from her face for her.

After a while, Concubine Mei slowly stopped speaking, took out a shovel and hoe, dug a small pit next to the tomb of the Mai clan, put in two plain skirts, a wine glass, and a pair of straw sandals, and then refilled the soil to form a small clothed mound.

Dong Rui was confused: "Who is this for?" ”

"My adoptive parents, they live on the edge of the West Hill Racecourse."

As soon as she mentioned this, the two of them remembered. More than two years ago, King Hun brought back Concubine Mei from near Xishan Racecourse, thinking that she was the daughter of an ordinary family.

Then, Concubine Mei must have a superficial "family" in Xishan Racecourse.

"Even though I'm not their biological daughter, they treat me as their own. I actually felt the warmth of my loved ones in a fake home. Concubine Mei remembered the past and narrowed her eyes with a smile, "The food cooked by the adoptive mother is delicious, and the adoptive father hid a small bottle of rice wine in the firewood room, and the gluttonous insects came up, so he used the excuse of going to the toilet and then secretly drank two sips." My adoptive mother and I both knew, but we didn't break it. ”

She pointed to a big stone and asked He Lingchuan, "Mr. He, can you please write a monument for them?" ”

He Lingchuan pulled out the floating knife: "Come." ”

He wrote a line on the stele for Concubine Mei:

The tomb of Zhao Aqiang and Ru Xiaozhen.

After setting up the monument, Concubine Mei meticulously served them fruits.

Dong Rui asked, "When did they pass away?" ”

"A few days ago." Concubine Mei lit three sticks of incense to her adoptive parents, "When King Hun ordered me to be wanted, my adoptive parents both hanged themselves and committed suicide, and their bodies were taken away by the palace guards. ”

"They knew there was a day and they were ready for it." She kowtowed three times respectfully, "They have a big enmity with Nangong Yan, but the chief manager of Nangong doesn't know about it." ”

Even if Nangong Yan knew, he probably didn't care.

Then, she burned paper money for both tombs.

This burn is more than a quarter of an hour.

He Lingchuan and the others did not urge.

After burning the last piece of paper, she wiped away the tears on her face, turned her head and smiled at the two: "I'm fine, my wish has been fulfilled, and I can go with the two of you." ”

Concubine Mei still had a little paper ash sticking to the corner of her lips, but for the first time, she showed a relaxed and innocent smile. "How many people have been wronged and suffered, but they have never been able to fall, and there is no chance to wash away their hatred. I'm so happy compared to them. ”

She has all the burdens on her, and she can be calm.

"We still have to go east, so we can't bring a burden." He Lingchuan took out the dagger and threw it back to her, "Let's go our separate ways here." ”

Concubine Mei grabbed the dagger, her face full of disbelief: "You, you don't arrest me?" ”

"You're free." Looking at her round beautiful eyes, He Lingchuan smiled clearly, "Isn't this what you are striving for?" ”

The bitter master of this case is gone, and Emperor Mu and Lingshan are no longer being investigated. As the entrusted party, there is no reason why he has to do it.

When these words were spoken, the corners of Concubine Mei's eyes and face turned red together.

She put away her dagger and gave them a smile: "Thank you." ”

This smile is like a hundred flowers blooming, fragrant in the morning light.

Dong Rui couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?" Pengguo's wanted notice against you has not been revoked. ”

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet." Concubine Mei glanced at He Lingchuan twice, her smoky eyes seemed to be able to speak, "When you take revenge, you just think about revenge." ”

She was free, and she seemed to be at a loss.

The sky is high and the earth is far away, where is she going?

"A woman like you will definitely find her way." After He Lingchuan finished speaking, he urged Dong Rui to board the horse, "The sky is high and the water is long, and there will be a period later." ”

Dong Rui was still reluctant and glanced back at Concubine Mei.

It's rare to see such a beautiful woman.

The horse didn't take two steps, and Concubine Mei's voice came from behind again:

"Wait a minute!"

Dong Rui hurriedly stopped the horse.

He Lingchuan looked back at her: "What else are you going to confess?" Go ahead. ”

Concubine Mei bit her lip and suddenly said, "I'm sorry, I lied to you before, about the bright lantern." ”

The horse snorted, and He Lingchuan patted the horse's neck to reassure it: "What's wrong with the bright lantern?" ”

Sure enough, Concubine Mei still has clues here.

"Actually, all the things I know about the bright lantern are from the jade slips that my father treasured. At that time, my father spent a lot of effort to keep the jade slip usable. Among them is a notebook, the author of which is called 'The True Man of the Clouds'. ”

He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, signaling her to continue, but he was actually overjoyed.

It's a real person!

When the Spider Demon Sisters gave him the gist of the Koppy Lamp, they mentioned this person.