Passing through the hut, Zhong Qingye noticed that this small hut had an exquisite and luxurious appearance. In fact, the interior furnishings were extremely simple and plain. Except for the most basic daily necessities, the rest were basically some dark solid wood bookcases with densely packed furnishings.
There are a lot of thread-bound books with blue shells. They are clean and simple. They look simple and elegant, and are filled with the aroma of books.【】
Coming out of the hut, there was a small garden behind, which was also covered with heavy snow. In some places, you could see the rolled up land. Zhong Qingye was a little surprised. Could it be that this garden was originally used to grow vegetables instead of flowers?
He glanced at Qi Yan's green-white hands with slender fingers resting on his arm. They didn't look like they could do such farm work.
Zhong Qingye turned his head. Sure enough, he thought too much and could not harm the rolled up land. It was just because the little princess was in a bad mood one day and pulled out all the flowers planted here in a fit of anger.
Not far behind the garden is a hillside, and Zhong Qingye reaches the small Ying Ying tomb in the distance. The reason is very simple. In the white snow, only the snow next to the tomb has been carefully swept away. It is very eye-catching at a glance, but
For some reason, there are not one Ying Tomb, but two.
The two tombs are about ten meters apart. The snow around one has been swept away, but the other has not been moved at all. If it weren't for Zhong Qingye's sharp eyes, he would not have noticed it at all.
Zhong Qingye felt strange, besides that Sumari-like Miss Lian, who would be buried on this deserted island?
As the distance gradually tightened, the smile on Qi Yan's face gradually faded and turned into a faint solemnity. If you look carefully, there seemed to be a feeling of nostalgia and sadness in his eyebrows. Fu Yan was standing in front of the grave, and suddenly he knelt down to kowtow to the grave.
He lifted his head, obviously with a lot of force, and his forehead was stained with brown mud.
Zhong Qingye stopped one meter behind him and squinted his eyes to look at the petite tomb.
The layout of the tomb is very simple, just a pile of loess piled high, with an ordinary stone tombstone inserted in front. It is polished and clean, and has an extremely simple appearance. It gives people the same feeling as that house that is exquisite on the outside and simple on the inside.
What surprised Zhong Qingye the most was that the name and date of birth and death were not engraved on the tombstone like ordinary tombstones. Instead, a lotus flower was strangely engraved on it.
The depiction of the colored lotus is very simple. It just outlines the outline with black color, but it is extremely vivid. The flowers are blooming and beautiful, the waist is relaxed, and the petals are as soft as a girl's waist. Although it is not painted with pink color, it is smooth.
The fine brushwork allows people to easily feel the beauty of flowers.
Zhong Qingye is an absolutely knowledgeable person. He can tell at just one glance that the person who painted this lotus must have put a lot of thought into it. Only those who use all their heart and soul to paint can fully convey the elegance and delicacy of the flower in just a few strokes.
Express it.
Qi Yan let go of her hand, walked to the tomb and bowed three times. Fu Yan suddenly said: "The girl's tombstone was carved by the emperor himself."
Zhong Qingye groaned, and before he could recover, he had stretched out his wrinkled hand and gently touched the lotus on the tombstone. "Every stroke of this is the emperor's friendship and apology for the girl.
"
Zhong Qingye frowned and said nothing. In fact, even if Fu Yan didn't say anything, she could still draw the lotus with such precision, but what does this have to do with her.
"You haven't told me yet, what exactly do you want to do by bringing me here?" Zhong Qingye said.
Fu Yan didn't look back, but he laughed softly. The laughter was weird and sarcastic, as if he was laughing at something. Zhong Qingye was unhappy and wanted to speak, but he beat him to it and said slowly: "
Princess Rui, how much do you know about Prince Rui’s past?”
Zhong Qingye's heart tightened, his eyes narrowed, and he watched the old man's straight back vigilantly. "Does it have anything to do with how much I know and your answer to my question?"
Fu Yan turned a deaf ear, as if he hadn't heard anything at all, and continued to say in that tone: "You have no idea at all, otherwise, you wouldn't have followed me here in such a hurry."
Zhong Qingye was furious, as if his skin had been pierced and turned into anger. He touched Fu Yan's back viciously and said in a very aggressive tone: "Whether it is yes or no, it has nothing to do with you! If you continue to go around in circles like this
Go on, then you can play slowly by yourself, I won’t wait for you!”
After saying that, Zhong Qingye turned around and left angrily.
Qi Yan's face was flustered, as if she didn't understand why the two of them were suddenly at war with each other, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold her. Compared to her nervousness, Fu Yan seemed much colder, or in other words, he had more chances to win. Seeing that
Zhong Qingye didn't stop him from leaving and said slowly.
"As a daughter-in-law, my mother-in-law's grave is here. Don't you want to pay your respects by placing an incense stick?"
Zhong Qingye's steps immediately stopped, he turned his head quickly, his beautiful almond-shaped eyes narrowed into a long and narrow slit, cold light flashed faintly in them, shaped like a sharp sword, and he said word by word: "You, say, what?
,what?!”
Her expression was extremely gloomy under the tone of her voice. The dazzling white snowflakes reflected the light and pierced her eyes, making her look even more chilly. Qi Yan had never seen Zhong Qingye like this before and was a little scared.
When I arrived, I couldn't help but take a step back, my boots creaking on the snow on the side.
Fu Yan slowly turned his head, with a strange expression that was half-smiling but not smiling, and looked at her faintly.
"Why don't you come over? I think Prince Rui has never mentioned his mother in front of you... Haha..." He laughed strangely twice, and his tone became more sinister. "That's right, that kind of thing happened.
The thing that ruined the family and forced his biological mother to death, he must not have the shame to tell..."
"Shut up!" Zhong Qingye's heart became angry after hearing this. Without thinking at all, he interrupted him with an angry roar, rushed forward and kicked Fu Yan on the back.
Zhong Qingye was so angry that he had no strength at all. Fu Yan groaned after being kicked, and all the unfinished words were stuck in his throat. He immediately fell forward, and his forehead hit Ying Fen in front of him hard.
On the tombstone, a ray of bright red suddenly flowed down the tombstone.
Qi Yan was startled, rushed over to support Fu Yan, turned around and shouted at Zhong Qingye in shock and anger: "How can you hit Eunuch Fu?! He is an elder after all!"
Zhong Qingye squinted his eyes fiercely. On the smooth tombstone, the lotus stained with bright red blood became more charming and beautiful when it opened, losing some of its purity and adding a bit of enchantment.