Silent all the way, Xie Mingting drove to a cemetery in the depths of the north before stopping, and the cool autumn breeze made him much calmer.

He dismounted first, and then took Zhiyin to dismount, Zhiyin looked up, surrounded by bluestones, there are several tombs scattered and scattered, all of which are built smoothly, and there is no decaying grass, yes...... The cemetery of the Xie clan in Chenjun.

The Xie family is also a big family that has been passed down for hundreds of years, the former dynasty Yongjia was in turmoil, and the Xie family went to the south to take root, and it was three hundred years away.

Until the Taizu of this dynasty unified the north and the south, the ancestor of the Xie family, who was the assassin of Yanzhou in the Southern Dynasty, returned to Wei, helped the Taizu to pacify the south of the Yangtze River, was named the king of Wu, and enjoyed a large area of land in the left of the river. Later, Taizong was demoted to the position of marquis, and because the ancestral house of the Xie family of Chen County had been assigned to Chen Liujun, he was renamed Chen Liuhou.

In other words, the lineage of Chen Liuhou Mansion is the descendant of the Xie family of Chen County. It's a pity that the Hou Mansion does not have many heirs, and Chen Liuhou also died ten years ago, and now there are two brothers left in the Hou Mansion, Xie Mingting and Xie Yunji.

Zhiyin and her husband silently swept the tombs and burned the paper money for the ancestors, until the worship was over, and then gently pulled his sleeves: "Yun Zhi...... Father him, how did he go. ”

Xie Mingting's face was expressionless, and he recounted the well-known facts in his family in a very plain tone: "I went to Longhua Mountain to see the ancestor Nanhuazi, and accidentally fell off the cliff on the way. ”

Longhua Mountain?

Zhiyin was slightly stunned and said, "Does my father also like painting?" ”

Her mother also went to Longhua Mountain to ask to see Nanhuazi, just for the "Ruixue Tu" that he gave her at will.

The word "also" made Xie Mingting look sideways slightly, and then remembered what she had said, "Biological motherhood|love Danqing", and immediately understood, and replied to her with a slight mockery: "Ye Gong is just a dragon." ”

However, Ye Gong at least did not die because of the good dragon, but he died because of it.

He is worse than Ye Gong.

For the sake of the Venerable, how could anyone who is the son of man say such a thing in front of his father's grave, Zhiyin was embarrassed for a while.

What I don't understand even more is that from cherishing the jade pendant left by his father, to going out of the city to worship today, Lang Jun clearly values his father-in-law, where did this ridicule come from.

She originally wanted to ask why her father-in-law had been gone for many years but the eldest brother had not yet attacked the lord, but she remembered his slightly jealous sentence just now, "You are concerned about the eldest brother", and swallowed silently.

Xie Mingting was still looking at the fire in front of the tombstone that devoured the paper money.

Under the blue sky, the orange-red fire light illuminated his handsome and fair face a little overcast.

The cold bluestone faded in front of his eyes, replaced by old memories. It was the year he was taken home that his father taught himself and his younger brother to write swords. The seven-year-old boy Lang danced the jade sword like wind and thunder in the snow, and his mouth was vibrating while dancing:

"Attacking books and learning swords can be geometric, and fighting is like a sand stopper. Holding the green gun like iron, the bright moon, Longquan three-foot new grinding. ”

"I envy the army in the past, and praise Confucianism and virtue. Sisai suddenly heard the wolf smoke and asked the Confucian scholars, who dares to settle the storm! ”

At that time, his younger brother always liked to wield the small jade sword given to him by his father to compete with him, and at the same time recited this poem "Fixing the Storm" to ridicule him as a "Confucian scholar".

In fact, his father taught him, and there is a second poem in this poem, which is answered in a Confucian tone: "Three strategies Zhang Liang is not evil and weak, strategy, Han Xing Chu destroyed by him." The overlord Yu Ji is all self-killed, and when he is the book, he knows that Confucianism is in turmoil. ”

Zhang Liang was weak but able to strategize thousands of miles away, forcing Xiang Yu Wujiang to kill himself. It's just that he has no intention of fighting with his younger brother, and he will not succeed in these battles of tongue.

Whenever this happens, my father would look at them with a smile as if they were his whole world.

Time flies, like a white horse passing through the gap. He hadn't fought with his brother for ten years since his father left.

He looked down on his father's abandonment of his wife and children, ignored morality, and became entangled with married women, but he missed his father's love.

He cherishes his relationship with his younger brother and regards him as the most important person in his life, but he makes mistakes and cheats on his wife.

There is no more ridiculous person in the world than him.

When his thoughts returned, Xie Mingting's eyes were already cloudy.

In the future, he should stay away from the Gu family. He thought.

The sky soon darkened, because the Xie family's tomb was located in the mountains in the north, and the key had already been laid when they returned to the city, the two could only go to the other courtyard not far away to spend the night.

The courtyard was originally built for tomb sweeping, and there were slaves left behind, and they were all old servants in Chen Liuhou's mansion and cronies of the lord of Wuwei.

At this moment, when I saw that the eldest prince, who had always been cold, brought a woman over, I was so shocked that I didn't know what to say.

Xie Mingting didn't realize it, and led the horse in: "It's not early, let's stay here for one night and go clean up the main house." ”

This courtyard is not big, and every time the brothers come to worship their father, they will stay here before they return to the city, and they also have their own rooms. But tonight, since I brought Zhiyin, it is impossible to have sex with her again.

The servants who stayed in the other courtyard had to go to clean up, and one of the servant women in the lead stepped forward with a smile and replied: "Recently, the house has been a little haunted, and many people have heard women crying at night. ”

Xie Mingting doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, as for what kind of woman cries, most of them are night cat meows. Yui frowned and walked in slowly.

Zhiyin is far less open-minded than him - there have been many tombs in Beibi since ancient times, and there are too many legends of strange powers. She stood by the door in fear, and looked back timidly at the thick inky night behind her, when a gust of night wind blew, blowing the shadows of the trees under the bright moon into dancing ghosts, and she couldn't help shivering, and trotted in.

Soon, the main room was cleaned up, and Xie Mingting was holding the newly sent bed clothes from the servants, and wanted to go out:

"You'll sleep here tonight, I'll sleep somewhere else."

"Nope." Zhiyin called him in a panic, met his slightly puzzled gaze, and explained calmly, "It's cold at night, and the concubine still wants to be with Lang Jun." ”

The autumn wind outside the door is solemn, the birds and beasts are miserable, blowing the window paper and talking to themselves, and the cold air seems to be pervasive.

The candle flame in the gauze also seemed to be infected, and a small bright yellow halo was reflected on the lampshade like a cicada's wings, beating uneasily.

Xie Mingting was silent.

"There's hot spring soup in the bathroom, you go wash it first." He was noncommittal.

Different from the layout in Chen Liuhou's mansion, this annex was found to have a hot spring eye when it was built, so it led the warm soup into the bath, so there was no bath barrel in the bath, but a bath was dug and chiseled.

The gentle and obedient girl in the past refused to obey, and only looked at him timidly: "Will Lang Jun leave?" ”

He shook his head: "Go ahead." I'm with you. ”

He knew that she was afraid, and even if she played her "husband", he would still do this due consideration. Big deal, wait for her to sleep later, and then he will go to another room.

After getting his affirmative promise, Zhiyin felt a little relieved, glanced at him gratefully, and then took his bedclothes and went to the bathroom.

Soon there was the sound of water behind the door, and Xie Mingting stood in front of the bed, his thoughts buzzing around like a little insect under a summer lamp.

He remembered that the last time he was here, it was the night when Yun Jian came to pay homage to his father before going south. The brothers fell asleep, and he told him about his ambitions, and that he already had a girl he liked, and that he wanted to stay in Beijing and stay with her.

This time I went south to earn her life.

And he, when his younger brother did not return to Beijing, offended his wife.

Wei Lu, the traitorous brothers and wives, flow 2,000 miles. What happened between them has long been beyond the normal scope.

But he indulged himself again and again, and acquiesced to the closeness of his younger siblings again and again. It's just that the younger siblings who are kept in the dark and regard him as their husband's husband are not wrong, the origin of everything lies only in him.

It's transgression, it's a crime.

He's crossing the line, he's sinning.

Even, knowing the law and breaking the law, he is more hateful and unbearable than those who ignore the law......

I don't know how long he stood in front of the bed, and the candlelight flashed behind him, and Xie Mingting came back to his senses in a trance.

The candles in the lampshade had already burned and embers, and it was quiet all around, and there was no sound of water in the bathroom, he looked around unconsciously, and suddenly realized that Gu Zhiyin didn't seem to have come from the bath......

Indoors, Zhiyin had already gotten up from the steaming bath and was standing behind the screen, wiping her fair body little by little with a bath towel.

She rubbed it very lightly, but the girl's delicate skin still inevitably left a slight red mark on the snow-jade skin.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart, this body is too squeamish, a towel is still like this, if it is changed to something else......

She was stunned, and suddenly realized where she had thought, and her cheeks, which had been steamed like a glow, were stained with rouge for a moment, and she felt ashamed in her heart, and reached for the bedding clothes on the hanger.

At this moment, a cry poured in like a shock, and two thin bathroom doors were pushed open from the outside: "Zhiyin? ”

He came in a hurry, and the wind stirred by his footsteps blew the screen standing in front of the door crookedly, and fell in an instant. With a shake of the hand that took the clothes, the clothes of the only remaining bunker also slipped off, and the snow jade scenery was exposed to the orange candlelight......