The area around the mausoleum was very clean and there were no weeds. There were also several tomb guards in the palace.
Incense and candle offerings were placed in front of the tomb, and several unknown members of the Song family knelt in front of the tomb, lighting incense and candles, burning a few strings of paper money, and wiping a few tears.
Song Yayu stood next to Li Luo, looking at the tombstone blankly, and said softly: "Fu Ning, I came to see you, look who else is coming, they are your relatives. If you are alive in heaven, also
You should be happy."
Li Luo was speechless, just looking at the tombstone quietly. After looking at it for a long time, he seemed to hear a heartbreaking sigh coming from the tombstone, whether he was blaming or crying. He was in a trance, but like a
It’s not like waking up from a dream.
Li Luo suddenly coughed, and it took a long time to stop. Song Yayu asked anxiously: "General, what's wrong with you? But you caught the wind and cold at night?"
Li Luo waved his hand and whispered: "It doesn't matter, let's go back."
"Go back?" Song Yayu was stunned, glanced at the incense paper in front of the tomb, and asked in surprise: "Are you going back now?"
"Just look at it." Li Luo said in a low voice.
"This... it doesn't matter. This kind of place is indeed not a place for the general to stay for a long time. If the general wants to go back, let's go back." Song Yayu responded coldly, then turned around and shouted loudly: "
Go back home."
Behind them, everyone in the Song Mansion looked at each other in shock. They didn't want to come in a hurry, but they left in a hurry. Looking at the ninth prince of Da Gan standing in front of the tomb, they didn't even have the patience to stand for a moment, without burning a piece of paper or lighting an incense candle.
, and left in a hurry.
If it weren't for Li Luo's reputation, they would have ridiculed him long ago. Only a few people looked at Li Luo with strange expressions, and they could not guess what Li Luo was thinking at this moment.
Everyone left slowly, and some servants of the Song Dynasty collected the incense papers all over the floor.
Just when Li Luo was about to leave, a person suddenly walked quickly from the side. When several people from the Song family saw it, they wanted to stop. However, Song Yayu looked at each other coldly, and Li Luo also saw it. His expression was as indifferent as before.
He had no choice but to swallow the words on his lips and stare at the figure who came in front of Li Luo.
The person who came was a woman, dressed in white mourning clothes. She was already quite old. She quickly walked up to Li Luo, knelt down and worshiped, and said hoarsely: "Sinful woman Qiu Ju, pay my respects to His Highness Ninth Prince."
"Qiu Ju? Qiu Ju? Are you Qiu Ju, the princess's maid?" Li Luo and Yan asked.
The woman's eyes were hot, and two lines of thick tears fell down, and she sobbed: "Your Majesty, the Ninth Prince, actually still remembers the name of the sinful woman."
Li Luo took a step forward, helped Qiu Ju up, and said in a deep voice: "Why are you here?"
The woman was shaking all over and sobbing. If it weren't for Li Luo's support, she could hardly stand. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Tears fell one after another like broken bead curtains, streaking across Li Luo's arms, wetting his clothes, and falling into the grass. Many of them also flowed into Qiu Ju's mouth.
Li Luo sighed, and the Bing Xin Jue passed slowly, and then Qiu Ju's mood gradually calmed down.
Qiu Ju replied intermittently: "Your Majesty Ninth Highness, it's all the fault of the slave, it's all the fault of the slave. If it weren't for the slave's poor care, how could Her Royal Highness the Princess have died so young..." Before she could finish her words, she started crying again.
"I don't blame you. People are born, old, sick and die, and the moon waxes and wanes. No matter how much we think, we can't go against heaven. Qiu Ju, Princess Funing loved you the most back then. You will definitely not let the princess down, but
There are unforeseen circumstances, and even the Nanwang Mansion can't do anything about it, so I can't blame you." Li Luo explained gently.
As if a big stone had been lifted from her heart, Qiu Ju grabbed Li Luo with her backhand and looked intently into Li Luo's eyes, which were already a little distracted.
He murmured to himself: "That year, the slaves followed the princess into the Song family. They didn't know the benefits. When they saw the excitement outside the house, they begged the princess all day long.
Finally, at last, Her Royal Highness the Princess, suffering from cold and runny eyes, is already too weak like her. The servants are looking around but there is no reward from the palace. Just like this, Her Highness the Princess is still worried..." At this point, there is no way to go on.
Even breathing has become extremely difficult.
Li Luo sighed and said warmly: "Don't blame yourself..."
Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Qiu Ju. Qiu Ju cried: "How can I not blame myself? It's all my fault. Her Highness the Princess was harmed by her. In the end, Her Highness is still worried about her absence."
, what should I do alone?"
Li Luo felt a pain in his heart. Princess Funing was already kind-hearted, so why did she marry her away from home in the first place?
Li Luo felt an inexplicable feeling of resentment in his chest, which could not be relieved. Cha Yan asked, "Have you been in Nanwang Mansion all these years?"
"This slave will stay here to guard the tomb of Her Royal Highness the Princess."
Li Luo's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Song Yayu, and said lightly: "Your Majesty."
Song Yayu glanced at Qiu Ju and said with a bitter smile: "I am by no means such a ruthless person. When Funing passed away, Qiu Ju wanted to guard Funing's tomb. No matter how much I tried to persuade her, she refused to listen and insisted on coming.
The general is right to blame. Qiu Ju said it was her fault, but in fact it was my fault. Alas, fate plays tricks on people."
Qiu Ju continued in a low voice: "Your Highness Ninth Highness, what has nothing to do with the prince is that the servant is stubborn. The prince treats the princess very well, and he treats the slave well."
Li Luo looked at Qiu Ju quietly and said nothing.
Song Yayu sighed and said: "Stubborn? How can this be considered stubborn? Such deep affection and deep love. Having you in Funing is a blessing to my Song family."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Song family was shocked. They really didn't expect that this down-and-out woman could win such praise from Song Yayu.
Li Luo looked at Qiu Ju and said softly: "Come back with me. You have suffered so much over the years, it's enough. Go back and reunite with your family."
As soon as Li Luo said this, everyone in the Song family looked at Qiu Ju. Qiu Ju let go of Li Luo's hand and took a step back gently.
He whispered: "When Her Royal Highness the Princess is here, the princess is the slave's home. When the princess is gone, this is the slave's home. The slave must stay with the princess life and death. One day the princess no longer wants the slave, and the slave will be the same as in this mountain."
Like withered grass, it turns into dust. In my lifetime, I can see my master in the palace, and I can hear His Highness Ninth Prince not blaming me. I am satisfied, I am truly satisfied."
Li Luo looked at Qiu Ju blankly. Such a woman who was on the verge of collapse spoke in such a low voice, but she had such a decisive meaning. Perhaps from the day Princess Funing died, Qiu Ju's heart also died.
Qiu Ju slowly stepped back a few steps, knelt down respectfully on the ground, kowtowed to Li Luosan, then kowtowed to Song Yayu, stood up gently, and staggered around to the back of the mausoleum.
Looking from a distance, there is a wooden house under the branches beside the mausoleum. It is very small, like a pile of thatch gathered under the tree. This is Qiu Ju's habitat. (To be continued.)