After being reborn, being alone as a queen

The words were astonishing, and even Xie Jin, who had already guessed the general idea, was shocked.

"What did you say?"

Rong Yunhe frowned: "Let me tell you, he is not the National Master of Southern Chu. My senior brother should have lived for almost a hundred years now. There is a long story to tell about the grievances here."

Xie Jin's complexion changed. If he hadn't experienced something more mysterious like rebirth, he would probably have thrown Rong Yunhe out as a lunatic.

Mu Xiu has even seen the resurrection from the dead, and has forgotten to be surprised.

Rong Yunhe stared at them: "I know this sounds unbelievable, but I..."

Xie Jin put down the teacup and said, "No, tell me, His Majesty and I believe it."

Mu Xiufu sang and nodded.

Rong Yunhe: "???"

Can it still work?Shouldn't you express the most basic respect when you hear such a fantastic thing?Is it okay to pretend?

oh he forgot

Sitting in front of him was a resurrected corpse.

The tea in his hand suddenly lost its fragrance.

Xie Jin said again: "It's a long story, so keep it short."

Rong Yunhe nodded and said: "In short, he has some grievances with His Majesty's ancestors."

Xie Jin's face twitched: "??? To tell you a long story short, are you really so short?"

Rong Yunhe: "This matter happened because of one person. I am here today only to ask for a grace."

He looked at Mu Xiu

Mu Xiu frowned slightly: "What kind of grace."

"Cao Min dares to spare my brother's life, Your Majesty."

Mu Xiu said coldly: "You also know it's boldness, but do you know what you're talking about?" A few traces of hostility surged between his brows, the national teacher was the one who killed Song Huaian, how could he let him go.

Rong Yunhe said decisively: "The grass people know, but the grass people still want to say."

Xie Jin laughed out loud: "Why should this be the case, we just gave this grace."

Mu Xiu frowned and looked at him with disapproval

Xie Jin threw him a reassuring look and said, "This grace is given."

Rong Yunhe looked at him suspiciously: "Does the Prime Minister's words count? I also hope that His Majesty can draw up an imperial decree."

Even though Mu Xiu was not happy, he finally made a will as he wished.

Xie Jin leaned close to his ear, and under the cover of his palm, he opened his lips and bit the tip of his ear lightly and said: "The status of the national teacher is not simple. With his strength, even if we don't give him this grace, we may not be able to kill him." , it’s just a false promise made with empty teeth, we don’t lose money, so what’s the matter.”

Mu Xiu's body froze suddenly, and the tips of his ears turned red quickly.

Xie Jin persevered and said, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Mu Xiu looked at him sideways, with a smile in his eyes: "Yes."

Rong Yunhe frowned and looked at the two of them, always feeling a sense of being at a disadvantage.

After drawing up the imperial decree, Xie Jin spread it out for him to look at, and said, "Now we can speak."

"When Emperor Cheng'an was in power, he once did one thing."

Mu Xiu was puzzled: "Is it related to my imperial grandfather?"

"Ah."

But what he didn't expect was that there was such a heavy and sad past event in it.

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Emperor Cheng'an was a brave and warlike emperor. He was warlike, advocating fighting with swords and conquering the world with force.

During the reign of the emperor, the world was not peaceful, and the wars were everywhere.

The people in Kyoto seem to live and work in peace and contentment, but in fact the border has been fighting and never stopped.

In the light of morning dew, on a mountain path, a five-year-old child in common clothes tugged at the sleeve of the person next to him. The child's voice was innocent and bewildered.

"Grandpa, why did we leave our homes and come to this place?"

Beside him stood a stooped white-haired old man, not only his hair was white, but his eyebrows and beard were all white, with a medicine basket on his back and a sickle in his hand.

Hearing this, the old man grinned and said, "This country is called Nanchu, and the climate is suitable for growing herbs. Our family lives on medicine, and Yunhe is still young. When you grow up, you will naturally understand."

Little Yunhe's clear and small eyes showed great bewilderment, and he pursed his lips tightly.

One big and one small carried medicine baskets and walked up the mountain against the morning light. The rising sun from the east gave every plant and tree in the mountain a divine light.

All the way through the dense woods and streams, the mountains are filled with the fragrance of plants and flowers, butterflies around and birds singing.

The clothes were stained with dewdrops and grass leaves on the plants on both sides of the mountain road.

The old man finally stopped in front of the mountain wall, scooped up the thick plant vines, and pressed something on the rock wall.

There was rumble and movement in the stone wall, and the scenery in front of him suddenly brightened.

It is recorded in ancient books that a person named "Mr. Jingjie" once wrote an article in classical Chinese called "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring", which was highly sought after by later generations of talented scholars.

It's just unexpected that there really exists such a secluded and hidden paradise in this world.

The stone bridge winds forward, and the stream under the bridge is gurgling, and the stream is crystal clear.

Large and large medicine fields on both sides of the strait are lush and green, and houses are row upon row, and men and women are weaving and weaving.

Someone greeted: "Old Rong, are you back from gathering medicine? Yunhe also followed?"

The old man smiled and said: "The child couldn't sit still, so he took it with him."

"The mountain road is not easy to walk, this is really a crime."

"I can't help it. The two medicines are missing. Our medicine field has just been planted."

"Yunhe, I have freshly baked cookies at home, why don't you go and get two?"

The old man looked down at Xiao Yunhe and said, "Want to eat?"

Xiao Yunhe bit her finger, nodded and said, "I think so."

The old man reached out and patted his back: "Then go."

Xiao Yunhe smiled instantly, let go of the old man's sleeves and ran towards the stone bridge, with the wind behind him when he ran.

While running, Xiao Yunhe said to the woman who was talking: "Thank you, Aunt Eighteen."

The woman was carrying a bucket and holding a melon spoon to water the medicine field at the door. Hearing this, she smiled so much that her eyes were crooked: "Yunhe's mouth is so sweet. It's been so sweet when I was young, but I can't wait until I grow up! Fascinated those little girls in our clan."

The man next to him who was picking up the water also said: "Yes, Mr. Rong, you have to take care of it. I will speak up for my girl first! When they grow up in the future, they will be the first to think about my girl!"

"Nineteenth brother, you are wrong, I have a girl too! I still live in the room next to Mr. Rong, don't you have to pay attention to first-come, first-served?"

"Hahahaha! All right, first come, first served! Then it depends on which girl Yunhe likes!"

The neighbors can talk endlessly once they start chatting, we have to talk enough

Then another person said: "Speaking of which, this child Yunhe looks really good-looking, better than the palace... the children in our place before are all good-looking and talented, Rong Lao will be blessed in the future!"

"I almost slipped my tongue. You talk a lot in a day. If the madam and the patriarch overhear you, I'll pry those two front teeth of yours tomorrow!"

The old man walked slowly towards the stone bridge, smiling so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, which showed that he was very old.

But not long after, Xiao Yunhe was kicked out

A little boy taller than him by a head, and a bit muscular, pushed him: "You thief! Who told you to steal my pancakes! Hurry up and get out, or I'll beat you up if you don't!"

Xiao Yunhe looked at him wronged and said, "I, I didn't steal it, Aunt Eighteen asked me to take it..."

The little boy said: "Don't use my mother to oppress me! I'll take care of you! I'm in charge of my own house! If you're told to get out, get out!"

After finishing speaking, he circled around Xiao Yunhe and taunted: "You want to eat my cake so much? Do you want to eat my cake or want to see my sister? Let me tell you, Rong Yunhe! I, Rong Yan In one day, you don't want to get close to my sister! My sister is not allowed, and the cake is not allowed!"

Aunt Shiba stood up straight, frowned and scolded: "Rong Yan! What are you doing!"

Rong Yan stood at the door with his hands on his hips and said, "Mom! I don't allow this poor man to eat our family's scones! Who is he? Our family doesn't even have enough to eat!"

"Are you a pig? A dozen scones are not enough for you! Quickly get two for Yunhe! How can you bully your younger brother like this! Hurry up!"

Aunt Eighteen was almost pissed off by him.

Rong Yan was even more upset after being scolded like this, so angry that he puffed up his cheeks and kicked Xiao Yunhe fiercely: "I don't!"

"hiss--"

Xiao Yunhe was kicked and fell to the ground, Bai Nen's elbow was scratched on the ground, and he gasped in pain.

Aunt Shiba was almost so angry that she poked her head away, she rushed over to teach her son a lesson as soon as she dropped the water ladle in her hand

Everyone around is angry

"What is Rong Yan doing!"

"Why are you so vicious at such a young age!"

"Hey, little Yunhe, did you fall? Auntie's also has scones, don't eat his!"

A group of people are making noise and preparing to go back to the house

The old man Rong's legs and feet are slow when he is old, and seeing Xiao Yunhe fall, he has more energy than energy.

The software keeps up, but the hardware can't keep up.

At this time, the door of the most central house was opened from the inside.

A woman's soft voice sounded: "What's wrong?"

The people around fell silent for a moment, and looked at the person standing at the door.

A dress that couldn't be more simple in style and color, with a slender figure but a big bulging belly. Her snowy hair was pulled up in a simple bun behind her head, and only a lotus-shaped hosta was used.

Her hair is all white, but her skin is whiter than her hair, her lips are pink, and she has a delicate and small beauty face, her complexion is slightly haggard but it is difficult to hide her beautiful face.

The most memorable thing is that she has a pair of emerald green eyes, like the ghosts of plants described in folk tales.

But there is an affinity exuding from her body, like a goddess descending to earth.

Grandpa said that Madam also has a very nice name, Zhai Yuwan.

She walked gently to Xiao Yunhe, and squatted down because she was not pregnant, so she stretched out a hand and said, "Get up, Yunhe."

"The patriarch's wife."

Xiao Yunhe's eyes were a little red at first, but when he saw her, it quickly disappeared.

Rong Yan's previous arrogant arrogance disappeared like a punctured ball, and he stood there helpless.

When Xiao Yunhe got up, the woman gently rubbed his hair, her eyes were full of love, like a tall goddess statue, gazing at all living beings with pity and kindness.

The woman took a look at Xiao Yunhe's arm, and frowned: "The skin is broken and bleeding, does it hurt Yunhe?"

Little Yunhe grinned, shook his head and said, "Yunhe doesn't hurt!"

The woman touched his face, a little distressed: "Go to my place later, I will give you some medicine."

Xiao Yunhe was so happy that he jumped twice, hugged the woman's waist suddenly, put his head on the woman's swollen belly, and said very excitedly: "Okay!"

Rong Lao just came belatedly, and said: "Yunhe, don't touch Madam's belly, there is our little young master inside!"

The woman smiled slightly at Rong Lao: "It's okay, there are still some days before the delivery."

The eighteenth aunt also rushed over at this time, and said with some shame: "Is Yunhe okay? Ma'am, it's Rong Yan's fault, I..."

The woman looked at her and comforted her: "I don't blame you, the child is still young, so it is inevitable that he will be naughty and hard to teach."

After finishing speaking, she looked at Rong Yan who was full of anxiety: "Yan'er, do you know where you went wrong today?"

Rong Yan lowered his head and twitched for a long time, finally chopped his foot, raised his head and said: "I'm not wrong! Why is it all my fault! He is a thief! He wants to steal my family's cakes! He also covets my sister!"

If the eighteenth aunt hadn't been in front of so many people, she would have slapped him on the face, and she dared to contradict the patriarch's wife, she was simply obsessed.

The eighteenth aunt hurriedly said to the woman: "Madam, don't be angry, there is still a child in your belly! I will teach this bastard right away!"

The woman waved her hand, the smile on her face finally dissipated, and she frowned: "Yan'er."

Rong Yan stiffened his neck: "Am I wrong! Why do you all help him! Just because he is good-looking!"

Little Yunhe was so frightened that he shrank back behind the woman.

The woman patted him on the head comfortingly, and said to Rong Yan: "Everyone helps him, so Yan'er, have you noticed that what he does is different from yours? Because what he did was right, so Everyone in the clan is standing behind him, then Yan'er, look what you have done?"

Rong Yan looked at the expressions of anger, horror, or disappointment on the faces of all the people in the clan, and burst into tears

He rolled on the ground and said, "Anyway, I don't apologize! I'm not wrong! I want me to apologize to him, dreaming!"

The woman shook her head: "Yan'er..."

hesitating

The eighteenth aunt knelt down in front of the woman: "Princess... I didn't teach Yan'er well! You must not get angry! Your body is important."

The woman looked at her, sighed, took Xiao Yunhe's little hand and said: "What are you doing, when you get up and talk, I have never been angry, but Yan'er will get into trouble sooner or later... Forget it, I will take Yunhe to wipe it first. medicine."

After finishing speaking, the woman led Xiao Yunhe, who stepped forward and turned back three times, into the house.