"It was taken away by Mr. Liu. He said he would wait for you at home and go back to Yanjing City together."
She was startled and looked at her grandson. She squatted down and carefully inspected the child's body. It seemed that he had not been poisoned or secretly injured.
Liu Ruhai did not arrest the grandson after taking the edict. This meaning is obvious.
She was still cursing secretly.
Her efforts were in vain.
Unfortunately, she finally took advantage of the weirdness of the Imperial Tomb Temple. Qin Meng, Su Jintian, and Nankang Hou rushed to confront Liu Ruhai for negotiation, and Liu Ruhai gave up the edict.
Now that the edict has been lost again, it has fallen into Liu Xiaozi's hands. I'm afraid he already knew the path chosen by Marquis Nankang and was waiting here.
She sighed.
This is destiny.
"Come with me?" she asked.
"Yes." The little grandson's name was Li Mingying, crying, pulling her clothes, "I... I originally remembered that my father said that ministers serve the king with loyalty, and the king treats his ministers with sincerity. I... can't be sorry. Loyal minister."
Now the loyal minister is dead.
"I...I don't want to be the emperor anymore." He cried loudly, "I don't want to be at all."
His senior companions and old eunuchs who had been accompanying him in the East Palace for a long time, as well as his father's confidants Shen Qianhu and others, were all dead.
Now the Duke of Mei has surrendered.
The Marquis of Nankang was killed.
She sighed secretly.
She originally thought that the sky was high and birds could fly, and she wanted to pick up her parents, but she never expected that now she would be burdened with a fatal matter.
She couldn't help but think of Duke Liang in the imperial mausoleum.
When the last mausoleum gate was closed, Liang Guogong suddenly woke up for a moment, jumped into the mausoleum gate and was trapped to death.
As for the puppet soldiers in the mausoleum, she gave them a pill of medicine and led them out of the mausoleum.
Whether they can be cured or not is beyond her control.
"You can go, you don't have to follow me." She had told her, "If you feel that you can't survive outside, just flow back to the imperial mausoleum from the hidden spring and stay with Taizu."
She took her little grandson to the dock in Shangyuan County.
The dock is bustling, as if the enthronement ceremony is about to be held.
There was a boat on the pier, so she secretly asked Qin Meng to find someone to row her small green boat here.
She staggered onto the boat, stroked her waist again, and took her little grandson off.
"You have to learn to help me row the boat. I'm healthy and can't row for long in a day. If I hire someone to row the boat on the road, they might bully us orphans and widowed mothers. We will be killed on the way and fed to the fishes."
"Is there a monster baby in your belly?" asked the little grandson, wiping his tears.
"..." She refused to answer.
"But Doctor Liu said that he is waiting for you at your home in the city." The little grandson lowered his head and took out a card, "He said that if someone catches me, I can use this."
When she took it into her hand, she saw that it was actually a gold medal that attracted the dragon spy.
She thought about it and couldn't believe Liu Xiaozi.
But it did give her a bad idea.
She let the little grandson hide alone in the broken boat and gave him a knife and a packet of poison powder.
"understood?"
"...Suicide?" The little grandson's eyes were filled with tears, "Namo...Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva..."
He saw with his own eyes that the traitor committed suicide in the altar of earth. He must not have been able to resist. Even the Marquis of Nankang told him before his death that he could not follow the demon Aiqing into the Buddhist temple in the future. If he did, he would commit suicide voluntarily. There is no way to tell that he was murdered.
She was angry and slapped his forehead, then slapped the child awake: "Nonsense. If someone comes in, sprinkle poison first, and then kill him with a knife. All my belongings are on the boat." She pointed to her gold and silver jewelry box. , "Your future food and clothing will all depend on these."
"Hey, I'll take care of it?"
"Yes. If you follow me, you won't be able to eat for free."
The little grandson nodded vigorously.
She quietly entered the water from the stern of the boat and dived ten miles before landing.
She changed her clothes and took on the original appearance of the Qingluo female ghost, carrying a sword and riding a donkey, and returned to the capital alone.
Her yard in Shunyifang is already empty.
Mrs. Sun and her group had already set off for Yanjing City.
In the end, she went to her neighbor Wang's house to collect money from Mrs. Lei from selling the yard, and packed some of her thin summer and autumn clothes. In fact, she turned around and entered Wang's house again.
This time, she sneaked into neighbor Wang Laodang's house through the corridor in the west wing. As expected, she stole a new waist card to lure the dragon spy. It was from an uncle of the queen's mother's family. This man did not escape but was found in the Wang family.
Accompanying Mr. Wang, he listened to his last few words before his death, and comforted him: "Brother, you have worked hard for His Majesty's great cause." She overheard a few words and cursed in her heart. She had already reported it to the Yamen.
This Mr. Wang was suspicious, and he shamelessly questioned several of the stewards of Qianhu. But nothing happened in the end. It turned out that it was His Majesty Huiwen’s wife’s family, and his mother’s family was a traitor. Mr. Wang was originally a relative of the Queen’s family who had left.
It was only through his connections that he got a job in the tea and wine department.
It was useless to scold her any more. She stole a bronze waist medal, thinking that she would never use the gold waist medal given by Liu Ruhai. What if Liu Xiaozi lured the little grandson to Yanjing City and killed him as soon as the city gate was closed?
She rode a donkey into the Qinhuai River, threw the golden belt away, and watched it sink into the middle of the water.
On the shore she saw a flagged schooner.
She jumped and landed on the stern of the boat.
The nearby spy who was staring at the ship was startled and whispered: "The Qingluo female ghost is here. Go and report it to Manager Liu."
A tall monk in the large double cabin leaned against the green window, looked at the waves of spring, and turned to look at her.
She was startled, and when she looked closer, she saw that it was Su Jintian.
"...Scared, so soon!? Are you ready to become a monk?"
"Don't want to?" He smiled slowly, "I thought you wouldn't come."
She looked at him for a long time and nodded: "That's fine."
"Are you coming here to go back to Biying Palace with me?" Su Jintian looked at her in surprise. This boat was about to leave. It was the last boat to Biying Palace outside the Great Wall. Although he mentioned this to her
thing, but it was expected that she would not come.
There is no fate between her and him anymore.
"No, I'm going to Yanjing City. I still have my parents."
"Your father has joined Prince Zhao's house as a steward." He looked at her, "Don't drag others down. Without your unlucky daughter, your parents would have both wealth and wealth in this life. Maybe you can still choose.
Just do what you want as an official."
How heartbreaking, she thought sadly.
"No! There will definitely be many relatives coming to visit to be younger brothers. I have to save my family property!"
"..." Su Jintian looked at her, "You know what I mean, right?" He said impatiently, "Come back with me?"
She was slightly startled and looked at him.
In the cabin, the two of them were silent for a long time.
Outside the window, weeping willows caress the water, and the clear waves reflect people.
She smiled vaguely: "You have shaved your hair. Are you ready to find a sect and become the sect leader?"
"You don't have to do it." Su Jintian looked at her, "It's okay to let Yan Shuang stay and become a monk."
She laughed.
Su Jintian's blue eyes looked like a demon lord in the cabin, and he looked at her with a rare gentleness.
Outside the window, spring has arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, and apricot blossoms are blooming among the green willows.
"...There's no need for this." She finally said.
Su Jintian's eyes dimmed slightly and nodded: "I understand."
It is impossible for him and her to look back.
As usual, she showed no embarrassment: "Please give me a message and let Xiliu and the others stay with you for one more year. Come to Yanjing City after at least one year. There is no need to come too early. It will be a bad thing."
"
She was about to lift the curtain and leave, then thought about it and sat back, "This is good for us. You have a puppet in your hand. Lend it to me."
"…and he sent me to do something."
"... When you borrowed money from me before, you said that you would give me the Demon Palace. Later, the time to pay back the money passed. I think you are too poor and have no words." She sighed, "Nan Twelve is the master of the sect.
?When he died, I was the only one in front of him. Maybe he had some last words to pass the throne to. Let me think about it, who was it?"