March 15.

The smoke and willows are fluttering, and the spring color is getting thicker.

In the Bamboo Heart Garden of King Qing's Mansion, the two maidservants were cleaning up the flowers and plants that had not been pruned for many days, and the beads of sweat were beading on their foreheads.

In the past few days, the county lord asked them to keep an eye on a person, so the weeds in Zhuxinyuan didn't have time to clean up, and today they were seen by His Royal Highness King Qing, and after a scolding, they came to hurry up and clean up.

Inside the house, Li Qingheng was lying lazily on a chair, holding a plate of cherries in his hand, feeding them to his mouth carelessly, chewing slowly.

But her eyes fell to the window, looking at the willow branches that were swaying in the wind, her eyes were empty, and her mind had already flown into the distance.

Jin Yu came in with a handwritten copy and reported: "County Lord, the records made by Jin Feng Yulu are too messy, and the slave maid has rearranged it." ”

Only then did Li Qingheng come back to his senses, took the handcopy from Jin Yu's hand, and handed her a plate of cherries in his hand.

"You take it and eat it, I won't eat it." With that, he opened the manuscript.

Jin Yu was stunned: "County Lord, I heard His Royal Highness King Qing say that this was personally picked by the noble concubine Niangniang in the Forbidden Garden, and the slaves and maids didn't dare to eat it." ”

Li Qingheng didn't even raise his eyelids: "If there is anything you don't dare to eat, it's just a plate of cherries, if you don't dare to eat it, give it to Jinfeng Yulu." ”

As soon as Jin Yu thought of giving this cherry to Jin Feng Yulu, he felt distressed, so he could only thank the county lord and leave with the plate.

Jin Feng Yulu, these two girls are Li Qingheng's maidservants, but both of them are naturally mute, with excellent skills, and can help Li Qingheng do a lot of things, similar to bodyguards.

The handwritten copy that Li Qingheng was holding was the booklet that asked Jin Feng Yulu to follow Shen Mo a few days ago and record all of Shen Mo's daily activities.

Shen Mo is very well-behaved, although he is a petty official, he goes to work on time every day.

In the morning, I went to work after listening to the court, and as a literary officer, I just made records and sorted out books, and after eating in the East Market at noon, I had to go to work again.

Shen Shi got off work, but Shen Mo had to work overtime for an hour, and he didn't return to Shen Mansion until before dusk.

When he took a vacation in October, Shen Mo went to the suburbs, under the mountains and forests in the south of Chang'an City, and it was a half-day scene when he went.

This man's life is really boring.

After Li Qingheng finished reading it, she threw away the handcopy, her head swayed, her eyes deepened, and she planned in her heart.

Mountains and forests to the south......

This reminded her of one thing, the Shen family has an extremely valuable thing, and it can even influence the imperial court.

It seems to be a token of Shangguan Wan'er.

If you get that token and hand it over to Shangguan Wan'er, you will be helped by an extremely strong force in the court.

This token seems to still belong to Shen Mo, whether it is or not, she can't remember clearly.

"Hey, do you remember that Shangguan Wan'er token?"

Hearing her unkind tone, the white-footed civet cat stood up silently, walked to the door with cat steps, and pulled a long distance from her.

[Sorry, this system can't prompt you, you should rely on yourself.] 】

"What?"

Li Qingheng sat up straight, staring at the white-footed civet cat on the ground, and his fingers began to tap slowly on the table again.

The crisp sound of percussion echoes in the room, creating an unprovoked pressure that makes the inferior system even inferior.

[Yes, yes, what is the most important thing about the token. 】

The most important thing for Shen Mo, doesn't that mean that Shen Moyan can be obedient.

"If you had said it at the beginning, maybe I could have made you five grilled fish, but it's a pity." Li Qingheng sighed twice.

[Woo woo...... You don't want clouds! You are so cruel! 】

The system that misses the grilled fish: I'll be sure to say it early next time.

Grilled fish! The food in the Tang Dynasty was too unpalatable, and it was still fragrant with grilled fish made by Li Qingheng.

After lunch, Li Qingheng changed into a light Hu clothes, took the golden wind and jade dew, carried an iron shovel and hoe, and got into the carriage with the cat in his arms and went to the suburbs.

When the carriage reached the Nanshan Forest, it stopped, and the front was densely forested, so it could only be walked.

"Where's that thing?" Li Qingheng put his fingers into the hair on the neck of the white-footed civet cat, and asked lightly.

"Meow~" The system stretched comfortably.

[It's buried under the small mound on the left.] 】

Li Qingheng raised his eyes, and sure enough, ten meters away, there was a bulging grave bag, and there was a tombstone, made of wood.

When I looked at the burial bag, I felt a cool breeze blowing behind me, and the surroundings were a little colder.

"Let's go."

Li Qingheng was not afraid of ghosts and gods, and with an order, he led everyone towards the small grave.

Shen Mo really knows how to hide, burying such an important thing in the grave, it is really something that ordinary people dare not dig up, and they can't think of it.

It's a pity that Li Qingheng is no longer an ordinary person. She died nine times, full of resentment, and even if she was a ghost, she was a ghost more vicious than a thousand-year-old ghost.

"Dig." Walking to the grave, Li Qingheng spit out a clear word.

Jin Feng Yulu carried the shovel, but he didn't dare to make a move, and looked at Li Qingheng hesitantly with eyes full of doubt and fear.

"County Lord, whose grave are you digging here?" Jin Feng gestured with Li Qingheng with his hand.

Li Qingheng couldn't understand sign language at first, but after getting along with the two for a long time, he gradually understood it.

"Leave it alone, it's over."

Jin Feng Yulu glanced at each other, and could only listen to Li Qingheng's order and pick up an iron shovel to dig a grave.

The two of them were digging, but there was a voice in their hearts: It's not my intention, don't blame, it's a crime, and the believers are also forced to do it.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a large piece of the tree branch on it fell inexplicably, smashing directly on the grave.

Jin Feng Yulu was startled by this movement, threw away the shovel and took two steps back, and looked at Li Qingheng pitifully, as if pleading.

"County Lord, can you stop digging?"

They are not afraid of people, but they are afraid of ghosts.

"Hurry up and dig in." Li Qingheng scolded.

[It seems to be ...... There really are ghosts. 】

Li Qingheng is not afraid.

She looked around, stepped forward, and moved aside the large branch at the top of the grave, and broke off a branch from it.

Holding the branch in his hand, his sharp gaze swept around, and his voice was full of deterrence: "Be sensible, leave when you are done, if you mess around again, be careful that your aunt and grandmother will crush your bones and ashes!" ”

When the words fell, a cool wind blew, and the wind was calm, and it seemed to be really useful.

As everyone knows, behind the stout unmanned banyan tree, Shen Mo was watching this scene, his fingers pinching himself tightly, his nails embedded in the flesh, and his eyes were full of scarlet.

It was his mother's grave, but now it was dug up by this Qingheng county lord!

He and Li Qingheng are not together!

Shen Mo put away the book on his chest, forcibly suppressed his anger, hunched over, and quietly left from another path.

Li Qingheng's side quickly dug out a burden, which contained a few books, which were anthologies left by Shangguan Wan'er.

She shook off her burden, asked Jin Feng Yulu to strengthen the tomb, and the group returned to Chang'an City before the time.

After Li Qingheng went back, he collected all those anthologies, leaving only the Zihao pen in the anthology, and looked at it over and over again.

"I don't want to take it hard, but you don't eat it hard and soft, you have to take it hard."