After being reborn, being alone as a queen

Spring city is everywhere, flowers are flying, cold food is Dongfeng Yuliu oblique.

At dusk, candles are passed from the Han palace, and light smoke is scattered into the Wuhou's house. [1]

The second day was cold food, and smoking and fire were banned in the whole city. Because the capital was under the feet of the emperor, fire was only banned for one day.

For remote border towns and villages, it is generally customary to ban it for three days.

Every household puts willows in conspicuous places, and some children put willows on their temples and belts.

On this day, the noble ladies of the noble family sat in exquisite soft sedan chairs, surrounded by servants and servant girls from the mansion, and went out for an outing in the countryside.

Xie Jin was woken up early in the morning by the noise made by servants who planted willow sticks everywhere in the mansion. After washing and getting dressed, the whole mansion was busy with the festival, but he didn't know what he should do and what he could do.

Anyway, no matter what you do, there is a very unreal feeling.

Simply, he looked up at the high courtyard wall, tapped his toes, jumped up to the roof, found a seat and sat down on the cushion of his robe.

Today he didn't wear purple anymore, but a beige brocade robe, the style was simple and even cheap, without any patterns.

He sat on the eaves, propped his chin and watched the children with willow sticks on their bodies chasing and joking outside the courtyard.

Yang Zihuo sat quietly beside him not far away. As a personal entourage, he could tell from the morning that Second Master Xie was in a particularly bad mood today, and he seemed to lack interest in everything.

Breakfast was useless, this was a state that the heartless young master would never appear in.

In the past, Xie Jin, even if he was punished, would not control his dandy soul as long as he could stay in bed.

Yang Zihuo didn't know why, but he was a little afraid of the young master, so he didn't dare to ask.

There was a sudden noise in the distance, and a gorgeous black sedan approached from a distance.

The surrounding people knelt and kowtowed along both sides of the street, and no one dared to look directly at them. Nearly a hundred guards with knives accompanied them, and the officers and soldiers on both sides cleared a wide road to come out.

Xie Jin's eyes twitched slightly, and the grand reliance could only be the one in the palace.

The children who were playing around under the courtyard wall saw this posture, and immediately dispersed like birds and beasts, and went home to find their mother.

The black sedan chair is round, with a soft gauze hanging down, and a familiar figure sits in it, looming as the gauze shakes as it walks.

Yang Zihuo stood up and said, "Is that your majesty's support?"

He thought that his young master would not pay attention to such an obvious nonsense.

But Xie Jin said: "Looking at this posture, there are no other people except Your Majesty."

Yang Zihuo thought for a while: "That's right. Today is cold food, and tomorrow is Qingming. In previous years, on this day, His Majesty would go to the imperial mausoleum to pay homage to the late emperors, empresses, and ancestors."

He thought about it again, and said: "Eh, that's not right. In previous years, His Majesty would only pass during Qingming."

Xie Jin's eyes dimmed slightly, and his memory of this was still three years ago.

Yang Zihuo's words also reminded him

He rubbed his chin and said to himself, "It's cold food today, you can't visit the tomb. What is your majesty going to do in the imperial tomb?"

Yang Zihuo shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

Xie Jin doesn't know either

But what he knew was that this year was different, and this year His Highness would have to pay homage to himself.

but...

Thinking of what happened before leaving the palace, he fell silent again.

Yizhanghui passed by the street in front of Zhongyonghou's Mansion, and the guards at the gate must have knelt together by now.

Yang Zi confused: "Second Master, should we go down and bow down?"

It’s okay if he didn’t say this, but after saying this, Xie Jin’s death stare poked at him immediately

if substantial

Yang Zihuo didn't know what he said wrong, so he said cautiously: "What, what's wrong?"

Xie Jin glanced at him, "Pretend not to see! Just kneel down and salute!"

After finishing speaking, he got up and flew down into the courtyard.

Yang Zihuo expressed surprise at his young master's growing courage, and immediately reacted and hurriedly followed, taking advantage of the fact that His Majesty's sedan chair was still some distance away from the wall of the Hou Mansion.

After all, if someone finds out that he refuses to kneel when he sees the emperor's sedan chair kicked out, this is a crime of treason and he will lose his head.

None of them noticed a snow-white finger protruding from the black veil, and the owner of those hands retracted after they got down from the eaves.

Zhao Chengde asked from one side: "Your Majesty, you are passing through Zhongyonghou Mansion, do you want to go in and have a seat?"

The palace man carrying the sedan chair stopped spontaneously when he heard his words.

After a while, Mu Xiu's slightly hoarse voice came from inside the sedan chair.

"No need."

Zhao Chengde sighed, waved his hands and said, "Let's go, go directly to the imperial mausoleum."

The street market is bustling again.

The guards guarding the gate of the Hou's Mansion slowly got up after Di Wangyi had gone far away, and when he looked up, he saw a person standing in front of him, so frightened that he didn't die on the spot.

The man looked into the distance, revealing half of his handsome side face, with a calm expression.

The guards were stunned for a long time before they came to their senses, cupped their hands and said, "Master."

The man turned his head, his brows twitched, and then the corners of his lips curled up: "Get up, but...you've got the wrong person."

The guards were all dumbfounded when they heard the words, the indifferent expression just now was exactly the same as the prince's usual expression.

But they changed their words very cleverly: "Is the second master going out?"

Xie Jin's eyes fell on the street, but he didn't answer.

The lead guard was more refined, he waved his hand, signaling to go back to each post.

As slaves, they have no position to intervene in the affairs of the master's family.

Several guards returned to their original positions and continued to do their duty faithfully, leaving Xie Jin alone.

Xie Jin didn't go out either, and turned back to the mansion.

Just after noon, the sky suddenly changed, with dark clouds and thunder rolling.

Soon big drops of rain fell from the clouds

No fire was allowed, and it was pouring rain, so it was really cold.

Yang Zihuo searched for a long time before finding Xie Jin on the veranda.

He sat sideways on the side of the beauty, and turned his head to look at the flower garden in the yard that was hit by heavy rain.

"Second Lord, it's raining and cold, why don't you go back to the yard and add some clothes?" Yang Zihuo walked over

Xie Jin said: "No problem."

Yang Zihuo looked at him staring at the rain screen with incomparable persistence, without blinking his eyes, and wondered in his heart, is the rain so beautiful?What catches your eyes!

Looking for something to say: "Second Master, God is really, if the sky changes, it will change. Today, these ladies and gentlemen who went to the suburbs of Beijing to play will probably be drowned!"

Xie Jin was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head and stared at him.

Staring at Yang Zi confused inexplicably

"What's wrong with the second master?"

Xie Jin suddenly realized why he always felt that he was holding back all the energy and didn't know where to vent it.

In fact, to put it bluntly, I just can't let His Highness go.

Without saying a word, Xie Jin got up and walked quickly towards his own courtyard. When passing by, he patted Yang Zihuo's shoulder meaningfully.

Thanks to this stunned young man this time.

Yang Zihuo looked at his back blankly, and quickly disappeared around the corner of the veranda, forgetting to even catch up.

Xie Jin went back to the courtyard and took an umbrella, and like a gust of wind, it blew out of the Hou Mansion,

A few guards at the back door felt a blur in front of their eyes, and then a gust of cool wind blew a group of people into idiots.

A guard rubbed the cold goosebumps on his arms and said, "This damn weather, it will change as soon as it is said, it is so cold."

Another guard echoed: "Yeah, those who don't know think we're spending the winter!"

"It's too cold, it's too cold!"

How about saying 'It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by on the road want to lose their souls'?

Holding an umbrella in his hand, Xie Jin braved the rain and fled to the outside of the city

The rain quickly soaked his clothes, and he could barely open his eyes. The water droplets slid from the tip of his beauty to the tip of his nose. Thousands of strands merged into a strand, and then crossed the middle of his face and lips, and finally disappeared from his eyes. Jaw dripping.

The imperial mausoleum was built on the outskirts of Beijing, adjacent to the Huguo Temple. It is a very huge royal cemetery, the area of ​​which can catch up with a medium-to-large city. Several generations of kings of Southern Chu were buried, and tens of thousands of court ladies and eunuchs were buried.

Including the first emperor, Mu Xiu's father, Emperor Mu Wuji.

Of course, if nothing unexpected happens, this place will also be Mu Xiu's future destination.

Thinking of this, Xie Jin's heart choked.

And now, his body was also lying there.

There is a temporary palace next to the imperial mausoleum, sometimes for the emperor to live, and sometimes for the concubines guarding the mausoleum.

I thought His Highness would come here a day earlier to burn incense and bathe in the palace, and then formally worship the ancestors tomorrow

I didn't expect to enter the mausoleum today.

There were accompanying sticks and sedan chairs parked at the door, and even Zhao Chengde didn't follow in.

Judging from this, His Highness must have gone in alone.

But the imperial mausoleum is not only tightly guarded, but also has a lot of traps inside. How can I sneak in without anyone noticing...

"Young Master? Why are you here? Are you still soaked like this?"

Zhao Chengde looked at the person in front of him and didn't recover for a moment

Xie Jin slid three non-existent black lines from the back of his head, clenched his fist and coughed on his lips: "I... come out... for a walk."

Zhao Chengde choked: "Uh... this"

But he quickly beckoned and said: "Come here, bring a handkerchief and wipe it off for the young master, why did you get so wet."

The palace servants behind hurriedly offered their handkerchiefs: "Please, Young Master."

Xie Jin took the handkerchief and wiped it on his head

Zhao Chengde sized him up, he had been in the palace for so long, the young master was wearing purple brocade robes all day long, this was the first time he saw him wearing other colors.

Then I saw an umbrella in his hand

Zhao Chengde's eyelids twitched, and his heart was instantly blessed. In fact, how can the royal guard of honor travel unprepared, wouldn't it make the emperor rain, and if there is something wrong with His Majesty's dragon body, everyone here will lose their heads.

But he didn't say much.

Instead, he smiled and said: "Your Majesty is inside, young master, do you want to go in and have a look?"

Since the young master left last time, although His Majesty did not chase after him, it can be seen from his punishment of the concubine afterwards, how furious he was.

But the young master left the palace not long after, and he couldn't catch up even if he wanted to.

Xie Jin thought that this remark hit his heart, but he still pretended to be ignorant and asked: "It's cold food today, and I can't worship the ancestors, what is your majesty doing inside?"

Zhao Chengde held the whisk between his arms: "Your Majesty went in to see an old friend."

Xie Jin was shocked when he heard the words

Old man, what kind of old man can there be in the imperial tomb, the only one who is not considered a relative is himself.

"I'll go in and see."

Xie Jin was a little bit lost, and before entering the door, he put the umbrella in Zhao Chengde's hand, and he didn't stay any longer.

Zhao Chengde didn't even have time to yell, so he quickly waved for a small eunuch: "Hurry up, you go and follow the young master! The mechanism inside is no joke!"

"Yes!"

The eunuch also followed