Beizhen Fusi is not idle because the Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived, as more and more officials are arrested and imprisoned, the people of Beizhen Fusi are in a hurry to bring a gust of wind.

He Qingxiao received a summons and quickly rushed to the palace.

These days, the monarch and the ministers are closely connected, and there are two or three times a day, and Emperor Xingyuan's tone is much more casual, and he usually asks about the situation of the case, and he mentions the purpose of passing on the message to enter the palace at night.

"Xin Mu wants to guard his mother's mausoleum, and it's usually just that, but today's Mid-Autumn Festival is really a little deserted. Qingxiao, you and Xin Mu are through trouble together, and the relationship is good, so go to see him on my behalf. ”

He Qingxiao hesitated.

This hesitation, of course, is not because he is unwilling to see Xin Yu, but because he is a little surprised by Emperor Xingyuan's attitude towards Xin Yu.

The emperor attaches more importance to Miss Xin than he imagined.

When there were six princes and three princesses, Emperor Xingyuan gave the impression of a hundred officials and nobles that he was not a loving father.

Miss Xin is special in the emperor's heart - this discovery makes He Qingxiao happy for Xin Yu.

As a close minister of the Son of Heaven, he knows very well the importance of having the emperor's favor.

Emperor Xingyuan misunderstood He Qingxiao's hesitation, and said softly: "I know that Beizhen Fusi is busy, but no matter how busy he is, he is not in a hurry for this day. I can see all your hard work, and it's time to take a break. ”

"Yes."

So He Qingxiao took the things rewarded by Emperor Xingyuan and quickly rode to the imperial tomb.

Autumn is high and cool, located in the mountains on the outskirts of Beijing, the imperial mausoleum, this autumn is even stronger. Xin Yu was wearing a thick plain single clothes, and as usual, she gave incense to Queen Xin, Aunt Xia and others, and walked out of the door.

The surroundings are quiet, and you can see a patch of woods, mostly pines and cypresses, and in the distance you are the mountains that are stacked on top of each other, covering half the sky with white clouds.

Xin Yu didn't speak, and Qianfeng and Ping'an, who followed her, were as quiet as shadows. Xiaoba was in a panic, a pair of eyes were rolling, and suddenly lit up: "Look, Childe, someone is coming!" ”

Xin Yu recognized it at a glance: "Lord He." ”

"Lord He is here?" Xiao Hachi poked his head and clapped his hands, "It's really Lord He!" ”

As he spoke, a man and a horse approached.

Xin Yu walked over quickly, and a smile appeared on her lips: "Lord He, why are you here?" ”

He Qingxiao came alone, and strode over with his things: "Today, I am worried about the edict of Xin, let me send some things." ”

The royal gift is not in how precious and abundant, but in its meaning. One of the two food boxes brought by He Qingxiao was full of fresh fruits, the other was reunion cakes, and a pair of exquisite lanterns.

Xin Yu shouted Hachi, and Hachi hurriedly took the things and put them away.

He Qingxiao first went to incense Empress Xin, and then walked in the imperial mausoleum with Xin Yu.

The imperial tomb is very large, very empty, very quiet, the autumn wind unscrupulously rolls up people's clothes, and the fallen leaves dance like withered butterflies.

He Qingxiao looked at the people walking beside him.

In the past month, he has been busy with the affairs of Beizhen Fusi, and this is the first time the two have met since that time. Miss Xin looked more calm, as if the murmuring spring flowing from summer to autumn had faded away little by little.

"Didn't Xin Zhizhao bring more people over?" The two walked side by side, and He Qingxiao's tone was less polite than when Qianfeng and the others were on the side.

"The imperial mausoleum is guarded by officers and soldiers, and all affairs are managed by special personnel, so there is no need to bring more people." Xin Yu gently brushed away the dead leaves that fell on his sleeves, "When will Lord He go back?" ”

He Qingxiao paused and said, "I'll be back early tomorrow morning." ”

There was an accident in Xin Yu's eyes: "Lord He wants to stay?" ”

He Qingxiao tried his best to make a casual appearance: "Let me accompany Xin to wait for the edict to come back after the Mid-Autumn Festival." ”

Xin Yu lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the fallen leaves that were chased by the wind, and swallowed silently when the words came to his lips.

She wanted to ask, was it just an order from today? When you think about two people who can't promise each other, it's too boring to ask this.

"There are more people enjoying the moon and being more lively, but I am just wronged by Lord He, and you want to eat vegetarian with me."

He Qingxiao smiled: "I used to be a vegetarian. ”

Xin Yu asked about the follow-up of Deng Gelao's case.

"This case has already involved hundreds of people, and there is a tendency to expand......"

Xin Yu listened carefully and asked, "What did Deng Chongjing say about the imprint of the word 'Jun'?" ”

He said he didn't know. He Qingxiao paused and added, "I still insist after the torture." Judging from Deng Chongjing's previous quick admission that he was behind the murder of you with poisonous snakes, he is not a hard-boned person. ”

"In other words, Deng Chongjing is not a person on Zhou Tong's line."

Zhou Tong was the pawn who killed Empress Xin, and he went all the way to Pei Shilang, but it was interrupted by Pei Shilang's subordination.

"Don't rush, sooner or later it will surface." He Qingxiao's words were not pure comfort.

The old ministers that the emperor asked him to focus on are almost all from the big families with deep roots in the south. Few of these people followed Emperor Xingyuan to fight the country at the beginning, and most of them came to see Emperor Xingyuan's power. They may have political differences, conflicts of interest, or personal vendettas, but they also share common interests. This benefit is not something that an individual can even give up if he wants to, behind him is a hundred years of family business, countless descendants and descendants.

And now, Miss Xin is their common enemy. As long as Miss Xin is active in the government and the opposition for a day, they will not be at peace.

The night came quickly, and unlike the red and green clothes and flowers of the imperial palace, the imperial tomb was quiet and pure, and even the moonlight seemed brighter and colder.

Xin Yu worshiped the moon, beckoned the little eight and a few people to eat the reunion cake, and climbed a high platform with He Qingxiao to admire the moon quietly.

A lonely moon sprinkled with frost and snow.

He Qingxiao quietly glanced at the person who looked up at the moon, and suddenly thought of the poem she was muttering passionately that day: It's a pity that Qingxiao Moon has no one to lean on the building.

Not really. At least at this moment, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, they are admiring the moon together.

He Qingxiao's negative emotions accumulated over the past few days due to the constant arrest and interrogation quietly dissipated, leaving only joy and satisfaction.

The wind was strong, blowing their robes high, carrying the cold of the mountains.

"It's a little cold, let's go back to the house and rest early." Although he hoped that time would stop there, He Qingxiao's reason would not allow him to do so.

Xin Yu didn't drink, didn't have a fever, and was no less rational than the man next to him: "Well, it's time to rest." ”

As for where He Qingxiao rested, there were many vacant houses here, and Xin Yu instructed Xiaoba to arrange it and didn't ask again.

Early the next morning, Xin Yu sent He Qingxiao away, and the mausoleum supervisor who was in charge of managing the imperial tomb respectfully accompanied him. The group had not gone far when they saw a man galloping on horseback.

He Qingxiao frowned slightly.

The person who came was Jin Linwei, so early, so urgent, it seems that something big has happened.