The morning light shines on the earth, and the people are like ants, running back and forth on the roads and towns. Some are for three meals a day, and some are for high-ranking officials and generous salaries. However, when looking down from the sky, it is like people looking at the ants on the ground, and there is no difference between them.

Above a peak in the Peach Blossom Sea in Pinggu, a hunched old man in a cloth robe squinted his eyes with his hands behind his back and carefully looked at the earth beneath his feet.

Occasionally, an eagle would fly by and stop next to the old man, pecking at the old man's boots intimately. He was obviously curious about how the auspicious beast that had always stood at the top of the Tai Chi Hall had come here.

"Our family has returned to the country and is not in charge of the matter. Let's go to your master."

The hunchbacked old man had a little smile in his eyes and gently kicked the falcon squatting at his feet with his shoes. The falcon shaking its wings and rose up in the wind, entering the nine heavens, and passing over the sea of ​​peach blossoms a hundred miles.

Watching the falcon go away, the old man turned around and walked down the mountain peak, slowly walking among the dense forests, but soon arrived at the waterfall where Chen Daozi was buried.

After looking at the sword marks left on the stone under the water, he flew down, landed on the edge of the canyon river, and continued to move inside.

Walking along the way, it was like an old man who was walking around the house. Perhaps it was true. After all, he no longer belonged to any force now. It was just one of the many ants under the sky, and he was old. All he had to do was to find a place to meet his eyes.

Through the winding riverside, there are thousands of peach blossoms, and three small houses show the outline from the peach forest.

Outside the neatly sapling forest, there were a few small pits. A woman in a blue cloth skirt was struggling to hold a small hoe and was still digging small pits on the frozen mud. The black dog stood in front of her, spraying white mist in her mouth and nose, and was helping to dig with her claws. The "crack" sound was the only sound in the canyon.

The snowman with no head in the middle of the road has been pushed down because of the annoyance. The big snowman in the sapling forest is still there, and he still keeps the smile of the stones and looks at the woman digging a hole in the distance.

In the fenced courtyard, the table was placed in front of the main house, and a bowl of snow accumulated in the wooden bowl. The snowman sitting on the stool was wearing a freshly sewn white robe and had two wood-cut swords hanging around his waist. The fish caught from the river were neatly hung on the window, and more than a dozen fish almost covered the window.

Eunuch Jia stopped outside the sapling forest, but did not alarm the woman in the peach blossom forest and the black dog. He looked at the "neatly dressed" snowman at the table with dim eyes, shook his head and smiled, but he didn't know what it meant.

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The woman was not very physically strong. She dug up the frozen soil for a while and stopped to rest for a while. She wiped the sweat from her cheeks with her sleeves. Her eyes turned to the snowman sitting at the table, still, as if she was thinking about something. After a while, she gently muttered a few poems such as "Huang Liang Mengjue the Spring Festival Gala in Three Years Eve, why bother to meet again..." After resting enough, she continued to raise her hoe and repeat.

After a while, the black dog who was tired of digging the ground stopped and squatted on the ground and vented. Yu Guang finally found the old man standing not far away. He was so scared that he shivered and shouted fiercely:

"Woom"

The woman turned around and saw Eunuch Jia standing outside the sapling forest. Her eyes were surprised but not surprised. She quickly turned her face back and continued to raise her hoe to dig a hole:

"I won't go back, I'm dead, you are not allowed to catch me."

His tone was a little dissatisfied, as if he felt that he had been disturbed by someone to calm the canyon.

On Eunuch Jia's old face, a hint of humility appeared again on his wrinkled face, and he bowed slightly and said:

"I didn't come to catch people, but I have retreated from the palace. I served people all my life, but I don't know where to go. Thinking that the Empress is alone, and no one can help me get water and chop wood, I come to help me."

The former queen was Xiao Xianger. After the previous emperor passed away from illness, he became the queen mother. There was only one empress in the Zhaohong period, and one of them had already written "Death of Illness" in the clan's mansion and was buried outside Chang'an City.

However, Eunuch Jia watched Song Ji grow up, watch Song Ji become an adult, succeed to the throne, marry, and spend time together day and night. He may know Song Ji more than Song Ji himself, and obviously he would not recognize the wrong person.

Cui Xiaowan stopped and turned around, with a little unhappy on her face:

"Don't call me a queen, I'm dead."

Eunuch Jia nodded slightly: "The old slave took the initiative to call Miss Cui."

Cui Xiaowan nodded, stood in the peach blossom forest and was silent for a moment, and then said, "Occasionally, I'm on the same day as the old man in Lin, and I'm not going to return... Well, come in and talk to me."

Eunuch Jia bowed slightly, walked into the sapling forest with his hands behind his back, looking around, like a passerby who was enjoying the scenery.

Cui Xiaowan returned to the fenced courtyard with a hoe, picked up a kettle from the kitchen, looked around, took the wooden bowl containing a bowl of snow, cleaned it, poured a bowl of hot water, and asked:

"Where is Jia Yi? Why didn't he come back?"

Eunuch Jia stepped over the fence wall, took the wooden bowl with both hands, sat down at the table, shook his head and said:

"Jia Yi's baby is not good at using his brain. Last year, in order to help Song Yu rebel, he died in the palace. Later, his body was buried next to the Queen's Mausoleum."

"oh……"

Cui Xiaowan's joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were always written on her face, and she was obviously a little disappointed at this time. She put down the kettle, only two stools, and one was sitting on the recliner next to her:

"Why don't you tell him that I'm here? He has been stupid since he was a child and told him not to enter the palace and insisted on entering. I'm dead and don't know how to go back..."

Eunuch Jia sighed softly: "In order to reduce the vassal state, Mr. Cui planned this secret matter with the emperor. Mr. Cui brought you back. There are only two or three people in the world who know about this. Jia Yi is your dead soldier. If he doesn't believe it, others will not believe it, so he cannot know it."

Cui Xiaowan has not liked these struggles for power since childhood, and a little angry appeared between his eyebrows:

"The emperor gave me a glass of poisonous wine and asked me to drink it, and I drank it. He didn't tell me these messy things."

Eunuch Jia put down the wooden bowl, thought for a while, and shook his head:

"This matter is a long story. When the Emperor just ascended the throne, he originally intended to add one of the seven kings and enfeoff his younger brother Song Yu to Youzhou as the King of Yan. The price of this move was quite high. Just how to convince the major clans and princes, princes, generals and ministers to think about it. It's a pity that Song Yu was not good at doing so. He had communicated with you a few letters, but had never even met him, so he forgot his identity...

...Later, the Cui family wanted to fight for the queen, but things had reached that point. We couldn't let the emperor have an empty wedding banquet. The wedding envoy sent you to Chang'an. As an emperor, it was impossible for the sake of brotherhood to give up the mother of a country at will...

...Song Yu is also a pig-brained king. He is in charge of Youzhou. His power is enough to compete with Su. The two kings of Chu compete with each other, but because of their love and fighting with the emperor, he plunged into the Imperial College as a teacher...

...If I just teach with peace of mind, the emperor would not force Song Yu, but after a few years in the Imperial College, Song Yu forgot his original intention, saw the benefits of power in the hands of the emperor, and regarded the emperor as an enemy who robbed the throne, secretly recruited people to get back the throne...

...At this point, brotherhood has been eliminated. It is impossible for emperors to be ruthless. The only thing they can do is to take advantage of this opportunity to exchange for greater benefits...

...Song Yu is indecisive in his work. He wants to usurp the throne, but is afraid of being criticized for all eternity. He is not decisive enough. In order to find a fig leaf for him, Mr. Cui suggested using your death as an excuse for Song Yu. As expected, Song Yu did not dare to see you before you died, but after he died, he stayed in the door and painted every day, showing his infatuated side to outsiders. When he usurped the throne, he kept shouting that he was trapped by love and avenged you..."

"Song Yu was originally a hypocrite, and Song Ji was also a hypocrite."

Cui Xiaowan frowned slightly and pointed to the largest peach tree in the forest: "They are just like that tree. In order to grow bigger, they cover the sun cleanly. No matter whether the small tree will die, even if they are all grown from the seeds of the same tree, they don't care."
Chapter completed!