The next morning, it was not dawn, and the fine spring rain hit the window, making a rustling sound.

In the boudoir on the second floor of the building, Xu Buling opened his eyes, Aunt Lu, Xiao Qi, with her left hand and her right hand. The baby lay down on her chest and fell asleep soundly, being pressed down so hard that she could not move. Yu Fu was young and shy, and she hugged pitifully in the inner corner, with her back facing her, looking like she was "unbearable to look at her".

The whole body is soft, but the gentleness is just like that.

Xu Buling hugged her tightly, and she was really reluctant to get up, but she couldn't get up. She had to finish the work so that she could lie down like this for the rest of her life.

After listening to the sound of rain, Xu Buling took a breath, kissed the baby's forehead, and pinched Aunt Lu and Xiao Qi.

After a while, Xu Bu ordered himself to dress neatly in the room and turned around and tucked the bedding.

Song Yufu, who was sleeping inside, soon after her newlyweds, had too much reluctance to leave but was difficult to express. She hid behind Lu Hongluan and whispered: "My husband, come back early."

The three older sisters didn't say anything, but the reluctance in their eyes was not concealed at all, even Xiao Qi, who had always been mentally tenacious.

"It's just a few days left, not a few years. What's the point of not wanting to let go? My husband also has to keep his energy alive."

Xu Buling smiled, possessed himself and tapped his lips one by one, then turned around and left the room.

After washing up, I came downstairs.

Ning Qingye changed into light armor, covered with a straw hat, stood at the entrance of the boat building and looked at the sky, waiting quietly.

Zhu Manzhi, who slept until the sun was shining on her butt, got up very early today, and stood in front of her and was still talking:

"Xiao Ning, we are sisters who are praying to burn yellow paper. Look, I'll get up so early to give it to you. Tell me, do you deserve me..."

Xu Buling was a little funny. He turned around and saw Cui Xiaowan standing at the door of the innermost room, holding a plate of grains in his hand, squatting on the ground to feed the geese. After seeing him, he raised his hand and waved it:

"Go slowly."

“See you goodbye.”

Xu Buling waved his hand and turned around and left the boat building. When he put on the straw raincoat, he found Zhu Manzhi's eyes were sour, and he looked like he wanted to be sweet and wanted to speak but stopped.

Xu Bu Ling understood it naturally, pressed the branches on the wall and rubbed them randomly, and then stopped.

Ning Qingye frowned, but he didn't help his good sister, so he took the big white horse and walked off the stairs.

Yue Jiulou and more than a hundred personal soldiers were waiting under the boat. After Xu Buer was riding on horseback, he rushed towards the southeast.

The tower ship also left the shore at the same time and flowed down the Wei River...

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In the imperial city, the palace gate had just opened, and all officials walked in with oil-paper umbrellas, like black lotus leaves floating on the White Stone Imperial Road.

Behind the Tai Chi Hall, Song Ji held a teacup and listened to the news that the Investigation Office had just heard.

Song Ying knelt on one knee with self-blame:

"... Zuo Qingqiu's martial arts skills are too strong. After leaving the city, he is like a mud cow entering the sea. It is hard to find any trace... However, on the way to pursue, Bei Zhi was in the eastern suburbs. He saw Prince Su, who was chased by a hornet and ran around..."

?

Song Ji's eyes narrowed and he felt a little displeased.

Song Ying quickly lowered her head: "At that time, Prince Su was carrying a woman on his shoulder. After discovering that the woman was in his arms, he held her in his arms, and there was a suspicion of deliberately covering her face. Last night, Bei Zhi investigated, and no lady in the city disappeared..."

These messy things can be said to be meaningless, but Song Ying lost the Prince of Northern Qi and could not escape the blame. He could only say some ambiguous information to attract the emperor's attention.

This move was obviously effective. After hearing this, Song Ji frowned slightly and felt a little confused.

Song Ji definitely doesn't believe it if he says Xu doesn't let the girl rob him.

If a dignified prince wants a woman, why should he rob it? Even if he wants a princess as a concubine, the royal family will not talk too much. Maybe the little princess in the palace will fight for it, let alone women from ordinary families.

Since it is intentionally blocked the woman's face, it must be that the woman's identity is not easy to see.

Under the current situation, Miss Xiao, the most sensitive person, has married her openly, so who needs to hide her?

Princess of Northern Qi?

Song Ji held the teacup, was silent for a moment, and had no idea, so he raised his hand and said:

"Go and check where Xu Buling has gone."

"promise!"

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It rained heavily during the Qingming Festival. On the official road outside Chang'an City, there were occasionally passing by carriages and horses to the ancestral tomb to pay homage to old friends.

Outside the Queen's Mausoleum in the eastern suburbs, a carriage with a sign of Cui's family was slowly coming. The maids and servants carefully cleaned the cemetery in the Queen's Mausoleum with various memorial items.

Mrs. Cui, the eldest wife of the Cui family, walked off the carriage accompanied by her maid, held an oil-paper umbrella, and walked slowly outside the Queen's Mausoleum.

Mrs. Cui was born in the Taiyuan Wang family, one of the five major clans. A few days ago, Taiyuan City was destroyed and her mother's family was naturally affected. Few people came out, and most of them became "guests" of Northern Qi.

Although Northern Qi wanted to restore the country, he could not do without the support of major clans and would not kill the people of the Wang family, but the threats, temptations and intimidation always left the Wang family members who were officials in the court, and Mrs. Cui was naturally affected. She was not in a good mood in recent days.

For Mrs. Cui, she came to the Queen's Mausoleum to visit the tomb and worship her. For Mrs. Cui, she was just a formality. She was the biological mother of Queen Cui. She gave birth to her youngest daughter Cui Xiaowan at the age of thirty. She always regarded it as her heart. When she sent Xiaowan to the palace, Mrs. Cui didn't want to agree to it, knowing that Xiaowan couldn't live with it. Later, her husband Cui Huailu must have explained to her in advance, otherwise Cui Xiaowan would have died in the palace, so Mrs. Cui would have gone to the palace to ask Song Ji about his explanation. How could she say "sick" and "sick" have happened?

Knowing that his daughter was fine, Mrs. Cui naturally didn't care about the sacrifice and felt it was a bit unlucky.

The spring rain outside the Queen's Mausoleum was quiet, and Mrs. Cui and her maid were strolling in the garden, waiting for the servants to prepare the things, then burn incense and return to Chang'an City. There were also guards who ran to burn some paper money for their former colleague Jia Yi.

But the Queen's Mausoleum had not been cleaned up yet, so she went to the guard who burned incense in the woods to run over first and bowed and said:

"Madam, someone came here two days ago and cleaned Jia Yi's cemetery."

When Mrs. Cui heard this, she was a little confused. The dead soldier was trained since childhood, without a name or a surname, without relatives or friends. For a family, it was just a tool, just like a loyal dog. If you can get a place to settle after death, it would be the master's family's benevolence and righteousness. Normally, no one will remember it. She asked the guard to burn some paper money, but it was just because Jia Yi happened to be buried nearby, and Xiaowan trusted the dead soldier very much.

Mrs. Cui thought for a while and walked to the small tomb in the woods. Looking up, the weeds around the round tomb had been removed, and the distance was equally tight, and a perfect circle was drawn; the small bamboo basket was still placed on the ground, and there were only three incense sticks in front of the wordless monument, which meant that only three incense sticks were brought, not much or less; the branches of the trees next to it had been broken, and there was no bulge at all against the trunk, and they were cut very carefully...

No matter how good a girl is, Mrs. Cui saw this neat and strange scene, her heart suddenly stumbled, feeling that something was wrong.

She watched Xiaowan grow up, and Xiaowan planted trees in peach blossoms. She always cleaned the nursery like this. She could not eat even if she was wrong. She could not find a second person in the world who could come to visit Jia Yi’s grave, and weed and cut branches like this.

Mrs. Cui looked around, called the guard over, and said softly:

"Send someone back to Cui's house immediately to find his second uncle and ask him to see how the Peach Blossom Forest grows. And here, I will clean up the surrounding plants and trees. I don't know who cleaned it up, it makes it so ugly..."

The guard nodded and took the order and left.

The old maid behind Mrs. Cui also felt familiar, but the maid naturally couldn't know about the secret matter, and just asked in confusion:

"These Qingming Festivals, people from the royal family came to worship the queen yesterday. Jia Yi has been a eunuch in the palace for ten years. Could it be that the people in the palace were dealt with?"

Mrs. Cui was a little confused and shook her head and said:

"Maybe so, don't worry, let's go."

"yes."
Chapter completed!