To say that there is no ancestral hall and no spirit card is because of the rules for many years, it is understandable, but it is clear that there are so many bodies of the palace master of the Phantom Flower Palace, but there is not a single tomb at all. They searched all over the Phantom Flower Palace, whether there was a tomb or a coffin, it was indeed strange and unreasonable, if the Phantom Flower Palace was a huge mausoleum, then where did the people buried in the tomb go?

Zhu'an put down the white porcelain teacup, and Ruyu's fingers tapped lightly on the mouth of the cup, "Well, if there is no ancestral hall to worship is the rule set in the Phantom Flower Palace, then there must be a place to bury the corpse to be reasonable." ”

Weaving Dream also sensed this strange unreasonableness, thought for a while and said, "The words of the grave...... I've only seen one. ”

Rong Lian asked, "One?"

"Ah, it's Master Hua Nai's master, the palace master of the previous generation of Phantom Flower Palace, well, right by the pool, after she died, Master buried her under the peach blossom tree and guarded her grave every day......"

Weaving dreams are a little distracted, and the scenes of the past are surging like a tide, vividly.

When I was a child, I didn't understand why the master sat under the flower tree day after day, sat quietly when the flowers bloomed, and still sat quietly when the flowers were defeated.

Could it be that meditating under a tree improves cultivation?

"Master, Master Hana......" Weaving Dream blinked and squatted aside, his expression a little puzzled.

At first, she thought it was fun, and she also learned from Hana's appearance, and sat obediently on the side, but Hana often sat for a day, and Weaving Dream always dozed off when she sat down, which was really boring.

At that time, she couldn't quite understand why Master Hana had been sitting here, so she opened her mouth curiously.

Hua Nai's face was indifferent, and she didn't open her eyes when she called, and asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

"Master, why do you keep sitting here?"

Hana opened her eyes, and her empty eyes actually had a little more brilliance, and the lifelike little flower at the end of her left eye seemed to be alive, stretching its petals in the wind.

"My master is buried here, and I promised to guard her grave. ”

"Master's Master?"

"Yes, my master. ”

"What kind of Master is she? Like Master, is she as good to Master as Master is to me?"

"No...... She's fine. ”

She wasn't very good at all about Weaving Dreams, but she was the only person close to Weaving Dreams.

And Hana's master is the only pair of hands that grabbed Hana after she fell into the endless abyss.

The woman was always smiling, out-of-tant, even a little stubborn, and always extremely willful. One sentence detained her for so many years, but she went so young, which makes people hate it.

If she hadn't met her master, she would have decided that Liu Changyuan was dead, she had nothing to live for a long time, she was dead, and let her enemies live in the world, how wronged should she be?

......

"Weaving dreams. Weaving dreams?" Seeing that she was distracted, Zhu'an called her softly.

Weaving Dream came back to her senses, only to notice Zhu An's worried gaze, she smiled unnaturally, "Ahhh ”

Zhu An said patiently again, "We just speculated that if the Phantom Flower Palace is a mausoleum, then the palace master of the Phantom Flower Palace may be the one who guards the tomb. ”

Weaving Dream pondered for a moment, "Maybe that's the case, Master Hana didn't ...... Didn't mention it to me. ”

Hana hadn't told her anything, and now that she thinks about it, maybe Hana thinks it's torture when she sees her, but she doesn't realize that she thinks Hana is the closest person to her, presumably this thought will only make Hana feel disgusting.

A sour feeling welled up in Weaving Dreams' heart.

Rong Lian returned to the table and sat down, tilting her head with her wrist on her cheek, her beautiful eyes blinking, "Could it be that the other palace masters of the Phantom Flower Palace are buried under the tree in the backyard?"

Weaving Dream shook his head affirmatively, "I've been playing in that yard since I was a child, and I've never seen any other graves. ”

She replied that this speculation is not valid, and the investigation of this matter is full of fog.

The three of them searched for a day, and barely found something, it was almost dusk, so they were ready to find some food.

When I rummaged around today, I didn't find any fresh ingredients, but it was more unbelievable to find fresh ingredients in this Phantom Flower Palace, which had been empty for a year.

Zhu'an looked at this stone room with pots and pans complete, and was very helpless.

When I went up the mountain, I was just going to look for it, but I didn't think I really found it, too

I didn't expect to stay, except for some dry food on the road, the others were not so complete.

Rong Lian leaned against the door with a smile and teased: "This is really a good woman's cooking without rice." ”

Hearing that he still had the heart to say cool words, Weaving Dream couldn't help but want to roll her eyes, but she didn't give up and rummaged through the cabinets in this stone room for a while, and finally found a tightly sealed porcelain jar in the corner of a cabinet.

She patted the porcelain jar excitedly, "Brother, there is rice here!"

Zhu'an has been following her, Wen Yan took the porcelain jar, put it on the table and opened the seal, sure enough, the porcelain jar contained rice, although it was slightly yellowed after a short time, but it was edible because it was sealed.

Zhu'an asked curiously, "How can there be rice here?"

Weaving Meng shook his head proudly, "When Master Hana was about to go down the mountain, he asked me to throw out all the food in the palace, but I thought that if I came back one day, I would definitely be hungry, so I secretly hid a little." ”

Hearing this, Zhu'an smiled and said, "It's still thoughtful." ”

Zhu'an rolled up his sleeves and began to cook porridge seriously.

Whether he is curing diseases and saving people or doing trivial tasks such as cooking wine and tea, he is patient and meticulous, unhurried, calm and elegant, and the picture is pleasing to the eye.

Weaving Dream was naturally happy to find the hidden things and saw that she had helped, and suddenly remembered something, she said to Zhu'an: "By the way, my brother will wait for me." ”

After saying that, she dragged Rong Lian, who was leaning against the door, and ran out, and Zhu'an laughed softly.

Rong Lian, who was dragged, was confused, looked at Weaving Dream holding his hand, and asked, "Where are you going to take me?"

"Do something big. ”

"What's the big deal?"

Weaving Dream glanced at him very seriously, and said seriously: "Of course, it is a major matter of oral survival. ”

Seeing Rong Lian's blank face, Weaving Dream laughed heartily.

After a moment, Rong Lian stared at the large green farmland in amazement.

As the sun set, the warm golden sunlight shrouded the crops in the field, and the fruits were very gratifying, and there were a few sparse farmers working diligently.

He was urged by Dream Weaver to roll out of the backyard, and then was grabbed by Dream Weaver and headed down a crooked mountain road overgrown with weeds.

He was confused and didn't even see the road clearly, and was pushed into a pile of straw stacks by Weaving Dreams, he had never seen such a battle, and watched Weaving Dreams tiptoe to his side in a daze.

Just as he was about to ask, Weaving Dream made a booing motion, and he had to be silenced first.

Not far in front of the straw stack where they were hiding, a burly young farmer was hoeing the field, but fortunately there was a row of crooked shelves with wooden sticks in front of them, crawling with lush pumpkin vines, and a few round pumpkins beside the shelves, which kept them at bay.

A slender white hand suddenly sneaked up to the shelf, touched one of the round pumpkins, and in the blink of an eye, Rong Lian felt something stuffed in his arms.

He looked down and saw that it was the pumpkin just now, he stared at the beautiful Danfeng eyes and looked at Weaving Dream, it seemed to be incredulous, his tongue was a little knotted, and he suppressed his voice and said, "You, you...... You brought me with you...... Steal pumpkins!"

He grew up in a family in the rivers and lakes, and he had never done such a thing like a naughty child, and a blush of shame and anger climbed on his face.

Weaving a dream saw that he was embarrassed and proud, who made him just say that Zhu'an was a "Qiao woman", although she thought so in her heart, but she was still very serious and serious on her face, and she also said in a low voice: "Hug it, this is the dish that Qiao Woman wants!"

Without waiting for Rong Pian to answer, she tiptoed to the green cabbage growing in another field and stretched out her hand.

After blinking, there was another green cabbage in Rong Lian's arms, he glared at the cabbage, looked at Weaving Dream with a smile, and said in a low voice: "You are stealing!"

Between the words, Zhimeng hugged another cabbage in his hand, turned his head to look at him when he heard the words, and said in a low voice: "You be quiet! If you are caught, you will be finished!"

Rong Lian seemed to think of the picture of stealing vegetables and being found by the peasants and then chased and beaten, and there was a chill, and sure enough, he lowered his voice and said, "We...... We can go buy some ...... with them."

Weaving Dream leaned closer, Rong Lian's breath was suffocated, and when he saw it up close, Weaving Dream's face was still extraordinarily beautiful, his eyes were like broken stars, and the ruby on his forehead was shining, and he seemed to be able to feel her shallow breath on his face.

Weaving Dream whispered, "Do you have money?

There's no money!"

Rong was pitiful, he had never contacted his family after the sudden accident, and he was also penniless.

Rong replied with little confidence: "No money......"

Although his smiling expression still looked very calm, his cheeks were unnaturally flushed, which showed that he was actually very nervous.

Weaving Dream laughed again in her heart, her face was still not revealed, she patted Rong Pian's shoulder, pointed to the young farmer who was still hoeing outside, and lowered her voice and said, "Don't panic, don't panic! Have you seen that person?"

Rong Lian nodded.

At this time, an old farmer packed up his farm tools and prepared to go home, and when he left, he greeted the young farmer in front of them in local dialect, and stood not far in front of them.

"Brother Hai, the sun is setting, it's time to pack up your things and go home!"

The young farmer called Brother Hai stopped his movements, wiped his face with the cloth towel hanging around his neck, and replied with a sincere smile: "It's done soon, Uncle Wang, you go first." ”

The old farmer smiled and said a few more words, to the effect that he praised this Hai Ge for being really capable and so on, and then left, and Hai Ge lowered his head and continued to hoe the ground.

The straw in front of the two of them quietly opened some more.

Weaving Dream then whispered: "That Brother Hai is his big name, and his little name is Ergou!"

Rong Lian tilted his head and whispered, "Do you know him?"

Weaving Meng nodded, very calmly and with some pride: "Of course, the children in this village have all played with me in the mud! Especially this crying bag, every time he fights with me, if he can't beat me, he will run to call people with tears and snot ......"

Although this tearful crybaby with a lot of tears and snot was very different from his burly and muscular figure now, Rong Lian was still amused.

"So, it's just to borrow some fruits and vegetables from him, there's no fuss about it!"

Rong Lian was about to say something, but a dog barked and interrupted him.

"Wow, Wow!"

A tall yellow pastoral dog with four legs ran happily towards Hai Ge from the path on the edge of the field, and his tail was about to reach the sky, when he suddenly looked vigilantly at the straw stack where they were hiding, and hissed loudly in warning.

Before Rong Lian could react, Weaving Dream suddenly had a spirit, dragging him up and running.

Rong Lian was confused again, although he didn't know why he saw the dog running, he still quickly hugged the pumpkin and cabbage in his arms, and ran away with Weaving Dreams.

"Woohoo!"

The big yellow dog chased after them and barked wildly.

Brother Hai in the field heard the barking of dogs and looked up, only to see two figures hurrying away.

He stood with his hoe and muttered suspiciously, "Why does that girl in red look a little familiar?"

Seeing them running away, the big yellow dog turned back and ran to Brother Hai's side, licking his hands affectionately.

Brother Hai touched its head, pondered for a long time, and suddenly slapped his thigh, "That's not Ah Hua!"

It is true that when Weaving Dream played with them in the mud, he affectionately called him the nickname Ergou, and he also affectionately named her Ah Hua.

"What are you running in a hurry about? How many years have you not come to see me? This heartless dead girl! You are too, Rhubarb, why did you drive her away!"

"Wang!" Rhubarb looked up at Brother Hai innocently.

The two ran out of a distance, and seeing that the big yellow dog did not chase after them, Weaving Dream stopped and took a breath.

Rong Lian was injured herself, hugged the pumpkin and cabbage in her arms, and calmed down her breathing before asking, "What are you running ......?"

Weaving dreamed of his physical condition, quickly looked up at his face, and saw that there was no big problem, so he put his mind at ease, and replied: "Of course you have to run! The rhubarb raised by the second dog is very powerful, and last time he directly killed all the weasels who came to steal chickens in his yard, and it was very fierce! He was simply a fool who was brainless and impersonal, and he was blind enough jerky that I secretly fed to him! If he didn't listen to me, forget it, and he always helped the second dog to bite me!"

Weaving dreams of being chased by dogs when he was a child, and his scalp is numb, and he hugs the cabbage in his arms with palpitations.

Rong Lian looked at her appearance, and there was some warmth in her heart for no reason, and she didn't even notice the smile on her lips.

In the past eighteen years, he has never felt that life is so fresh and lovely.

Weaving dreams rushed into his world like a gentle wind.