Glory to the ancestors

Osmanthus osmanthus held a silver needle in her hand, put it into the bottle, stirred it a little, then took it out again, the silver needle was pure black.

He was startled and looked at Rongzhen.

Rong Zhen sat opposite, thinking that he had asked Jiang Yuhua just now, besides handing this vial to him, did the Queen Mother have any other orders?

Jiang Yuhua shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.

Their family is supported by the Queen Mother, and it is certain that they will help the Queen Mother. If the Queen Mother doesn't say much, she will naturally stop asking.

Rong Zhen put the cap of the bottle back in place, shook the vial, and listened to the sound of the liquid inside.

What does the Queen Mother mean to herself.

He himself is considered a body to wear a crime, and is useless in the court, so he wants to disappear by himself?

Then why did the Queen take so much effort to send a bottle of nectar over here? With her ability, killing herself is no easier than crushing an ant.

There must be something else hidden.

"Osmanthus fragrans, go and call Chen Zhan." Rong Zhen ordered.

Osmanthus osmanthus ran out quickly.

After a while, Chen Zhan came in, Chaorong Zhenyi bowed, "Grandpa, what's the matter?"

Rong Zhen glanced at the osmanthus, and the osmanthus walked out of the door.

He still has some concerns in his heart.

"Has the situation in the palace changed?"

Chen Zhan lowered his head and thought for a while, "There is no letter from Yingxuelou."

"But the spies arranged in the palace are still normal."

"Yes."

"Then prepare the sedan chair for me, I'll go there."

Ordinarily, his wife had just passed away, and it was unreasonable for Rong Zhen to come to this place of love and affection, even more intolerable. Fortunately, he didn't have a good reputation outside, so there was no need to avoid it.

When Rong Zhen entered the door of Yingxue Building, a servant came up to greet him, "Master, our son is waiting."

Rong Zhen was slightly dazed, and almost went the wrong way, but was reminded, and then turned in a different direction.

"My lord, what you want is here. The information handed over by the spies in the palace every month is here." Bai Ling, who replaced Chu Xi, handed over the sorted stack of letter papers to Rong Zhen.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Rong Zhen greeted him, put away the letter paper, and was about to get up.

Bai Ling put her hands together, "Do you want me to send you off?"

Rong Zhen raised his hand, "No need," he turned his head just as he was about to step out of Bai Ling's room door, "Chu Xi, how is he doing recently?"

"Chuxi..." Bai Ling's eyes were obviously flustered, his rank was too low, and Rong Zhen immediately knew that he couldn't believe what he said next, "It's good."

"to be frank."

"he died."

Rong Zhen felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes, "When did it happen?"

"Just buried for three days."

One day earlier than Jiang Yuhan.

"I received news before that his condition is not very stable?" Rong Zhen felt his fist clenched a little bit.

"The day you were imprisoned in the sky prison, Chuxi was impatient and wanted to entrust our people in the sky prison to go in and see you, but he couldn't bear it anymore. It snowed heavily that day, and the boy who went with him..." Bai Ling sighed in her heart, and said intermittently, "It won't work if you say he's on the way."

Rong Zhen forced himself to be calm, "Where is it buried?"

"According to Chuxi's own wishes, his body was cremated and his ashes were buried in the western suburbs." Bai Ling bit her lips tightly. He is not a person who does not know how to read words, and the veins on Rong Zhen's forehead are already a warning. , let's go on...

"It's also false that his condition is stable, isn't it?"

Let's break the jar, "Yes, he didn't even have the strength to speak at that time, so how could he pick up a pen? He wrote those letters early in the morning, and he just asked me to send them regularly."

After Bai Ling finished speaking, she went to pick up another box, which contained a thick stack of Chuxi's letters, and each envelope was marked with the date.

The interval between letters is longer than that of letters, so that Rong Zhen can slowly, slowly forget himself.

Rong Zhen carried the box and walked out of Yingxue Tower.

The cemetery in the western suburbs is neither near the mountains nor the water. Few people will choose this place for their final rest after death, and few people will choose this place for their families to worship.

In Chuxi's whole life, what he wanted most was to be clean.

Rong Zhen waved his hands to the servants who followed him, and sat on the ground in front of Chuxi's grave.

He remembered that he used to joke with Chu Xi, both of them were sick, and compared them, the one who lived longer had to follow the agreement, and often brought some for himself to drink.

Chuxi is so competitive in this kind of thing?

Rong Zhen clenched his teeth tightly, thinking about taking out the wine he bought at a street stall just now, lifted the lid of the jug, and spilled the wine on the ground.

"My lord is very interested," an annoying voice sounded from behind Rongzhen, Cheng Duyun said, "Your Madam came to see my little lover before the funeral date?"

Rong Zhen glanced back, "This is in front of Chu Xi's tomb, it doesn't matter what you say to me, don't tarnish him."

Cheng Duyun glared at Rong Zhen with red eyes: "Do you know what he died for?"

Rong Zhen remained silent.

"What kind of virtue and ability do you have? It's worth Chuxi doing this for you." Cheng Duyun stepped up in front of Rongzhen, grabbed his collar, and forced Rongzhen to stand up. It's all in your name, and you dismissed me, and it was me who collected his body for his burial!"

Cheng Duyun spent a lot of energy on every word.

Rong Zhen looked at him and thought it was ridiculous, "Do you know why he died?"

"..."

"Chuxi has Nanyue's love gu on his body, and any man who reverses yin and yang with him will make the love gu penetrate into his five internal organs." Rong Zhen suddenly burst into tears, "When he was 14 years old, I Buy him, since that day, no one has touched him, if I am his murderer, where do you think you can escape to?"

Cheng Duyun shook his head in disbelief, it's impossible, Chu Xi never told himself.

He thought that Chuxi's exhaustion afterward was only due to his poor physique, which was impossible, why didn't he say...

"Ah!" Cheng Duyun yelled in dismay, and ran away from the Western Suburb Cemetery.

Seeing him go, Rong Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down again, "My statement is quite despicable."

He said to himself, "Obviously knowing that you approached him because of me, but you want people to bear the guilt of killing you."

"Such a despicable me..."

When he was young, Chuxi's facial features were more refined, and his bones were not fully developed. From a distance, he looked no different from a Jiangnan woman. After special training, his every move was gentle and gentle. A perfect person, even worse," he smiled at this point, and then quickly restrained himself, "but my father-in-law, if you are willing to help someone like me, it shows that your father-in-law is not cold-hearted. of."

"Chuxi is willing to go to the soup for the father-in-law."

Rong Zhen covered his face, thinking about the little things between him and Chu Xi, and cried bitterly.