On the eaves of the palace on a moonlit night, she looked at her little grandson from afar.
In the future, in Yanjing City, we must find an identity for this child and let him live at least until adulthood.
Cao Xiwan asked herself, can she do it?
able.
It's not that she is talented, but that she knows that when a new capital is built, the project is huge, takes more than ten years, and is often chaotic.
There are loopholes to exploit.
She has compiled a set of household registrations for her people for people from the south of the Yangtze River to move to the north. There are a hundred sets in total. There are no flaws.
The moon reflected the cold waves, and when she walked back to the palace alone, she silently recalled that she seemed to have seen a large tomb in the cemetery when she was a child.
There were many corpses inside, lying on the corpse table.
An official left an engraved book under the pillow of his body. She could only recognize a few words at the time. Later, she recalled that the deceased said that he was a descendant of the Liao Dynasty royal family and lived in Yanjing City anonymously. He changed his surname to Chen.
This Chen family member fabricated his household registration and actually got his neighbors to write a letter of guarantee, allowing him to take the yamen examination, become an eighth-grade clerk, and die at a healthy age.
Time has passed like this, and now the city has been destroyed.
His Majesty Huiwen passed away.
Donggong committed suicide.
The little grandson was preparing to escape from the capital through the tunnel with the Marquis of Nankang.
Nankang Hou Mansion.
Outside study room.
Mr. and Mrs. Cao were worried and looked at their daughter. The couple carried the package, turned back step by step, and left among the puppets.
Because the Xu Guogong Mansion sent people to pick them up in carts and pick up those who had not left the Nankang Marquis Mansion.
Liu Ruhai didn't stop him.
He made a new agreement with her.
He vaguely knew that she had arranged for a companion he had never seen before to wait for his parents near Xu Guogong's mansion.
When the capital calms down, we may have to go north.
Cao Xiwan was surprised: "You really agree?" You actually agreed to keep your grandson's affairs secret.
He nodded and made a condition: "The imperial edict belongs to me."
"Okay." She agreed readily.
Liu Ruhai's eyes flashed, he took a long breath, and said with a smile: 'Let's go."
Only then did he confirm that she did not seem to intend to help the grandson in his restoration. In this case, he was naturally easy to talk to.
She nodded: "Let's go from the palace garden. I know the waterway to the imperial mausoleum."
She walked out of the study room and saw Mother Chen standing on the Chunbo corridor outside.
She said a few words to Liu Ruhai, then ran forward and whispered to Chen's mother: "Mom, let's go to Duke Xu's mansion with my parents. Thank you for telling my mother about the affairs in the mansion."
Mother Chen looked sad. She had been thinking about the wife in the house for the past few days, thinking that the figure who opened the coffin to see the wife's body that day clearly looked like Feng Junqing. At that time, she quickly warned Aunt Wu.
Now she thought about it again, with tears streaming down her face: "It's useless for me to remind my wife. Think again, was that toy really given by Duke Liang? Or was it given by General Lou in the name of Duke Liang?"
Looking back on Lou Shuluan's death, I feel despair for my biological father, adoptive parents, and husband.
"That girl Wenxue said..." Feng's mother cried bitterly, "She said that Nan Twelve is not actually the son of Duke Liang. He and his wife are not brothers. The Marquis doubts his wife and whether the young master is his biological child!"
Her head exploded and she said angrily: "I'm going to kill Feng Junqing!"
Cao Xiwan and Chen's mother were whispering on the corridor. Liu Ruhai turned around and entered the outer study and opened the secret door.
He walked in.
After only a hundred steps, I saw corpses scattered on the ground.
A girl, Wenxue, was killed, and there were more than twenty Taoist priests, and there was actually an eunuch. He recognized it as Wen Ruo who was beside the prince.
All were killed.
The only stranger, wearing the robe of Marquis Nankang, was stabbed seventeen times.
This should be Feng Junqing's person. Master Feng Xian fell into the trap this time.
He smiles.
The Marquis of Nankang and the female ghost of Qingluo colluded to make Feng Junqing think that after the Marquis killed his wife and lost his son in the palace, he must enter the palace to save the emperor.
He then ordered people to go straight to the Hou Mansion, hoping to set up an ambush and kill the Qingluo female ghost.
But Song Chengming was waiting for him.
Liu Ruhai looked carefully and took out the secret information from the sleeve of a Taoist priest. This was the person he had placed in the prince's mansion.
However, this detailed work was probably discovered by Feng Junqing.
There was a line written on the secret spy message: [My brother is like the sea, long time no see. I often think about him in my dreams.]
Liu Ruhai sneered, he was not the soft-hearted Lou Shuluan, and if he wanted to recognize him as his brother, he had to see if he had the fate.
On the porch.
Mother Chen couldn't help but feel sad: "Our wife is arrogant and pure. Has the Marquis never believed in her?"
"Master Marquis, because the eldest master died, he immediately regretted going to Xi'an to marry Miss Lou Liu. At that time, my wife should not believe him anymore."
"My wife said that for a man as ambitious as him, he shouldn't be blamed if he doesn't want to rely on his father-in-law as a bride..."
"He can't keep up with his words. Even such big things don't count. How can we trust him in the future?" This time, if she hadn't known that he was doing it for his little grandson, if he hadn't knelt down and kowtowed to beg for peace,
She will not join forces with him.
"..." Mother Chen sobbed as she listened. Cao Xiwan said this two or three years ago.
But she always tried to persuade her once, but she didn't listen.
Everyone can only walk their own path.
"Mom, don't worry. Regardless of whether it was General Lou or King Qin who killed my wife, she was assassinated in Xi'an by someone arranged by the Marquis. The news will come out in the next few days." She comforted Mother Chen.
Mother Chen took out an unsealed letter from her arms: "This is the letter that my wife wanted to write to you after you entered the palace, but she didn't finish it and stopped writing several times. I think I'd better give it to you... You also
Come early and let's go north together."
After that, he shook hands with her and said goodbye, and went to the back of the house to take a car with Yanzhi and others.
She took it apart and took a look
[Beside the Zizhu Bridge, Feihong is walking in the snow. Later, I thought, it would have been better if I had met you first that day, instead of him... That day, I originally wanted to leave Yanjing City to find my biological father...]
She sighed softly, and the unfinished letter in her palms disappeared into ashes. She stared at the cigarette scraps and said to herself: "The Marquis will follow you soon. Don't worry. He will be yours after all."
She knew that Feng Junqing had been preparing for a long time and must kill his grandson.
It was precisely because Nankang Hou knew that he could not escape that he secretly looked for her again.
And she can just stay behind.
It's still possible to temporarily join forces with a dying person.
Liu Ruhai walked out and asked at the entrance of the corridor: "Are you leaving?"
She held two thick old cloaks in her hands and handed them over. He laughed and walked over: "Where did they come from?"
"It's in the small duty room. I don't know whose it belongs to, so I took it."
She walked to the end of the corridor and looked back at the Marquis of Nankang's Mansion.
The building is empty.
Eventually the prosperity dissipates.
Only the wife and the legitimate son were hurriedly buried by the lake in the West Garden. On the contrary, the young concubine in the pine courtyard was picked up by the old lady.
Zhongshan.
The imperial mausoleum is nearby.
In the pine forest, Su Jintian arrived first. He did not wait for Cao Xiwan, but waited for Marquis Nankang and his little grandson first.
Feng Junqing walked out slowly and said with a smile: "I've been waiting here for a long time."
Su Jintian smiled and said, "I also want you to see my Tantric magic knife."
"Before that, I want to ask something." Feng Junqing said with a sword on his back, "She is the daughter of Princess Jincheng. Do you know this?"
Su Jintian raised his eyelids and said, "Why, do you want to wait until she becomes the princess and become a guest of honor?"