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Chonghua came over to thank Chenyan, saying that Mr. Zhou had something to discuss.

Zhou Qian didn't dare to look directly at him, and said softly, "Someone from the Ministry of Rites has come to choose a tomb for the son and build a tomb..."

Xie Chenyan felt the blood rushing to the top of his head, but he spoke calmly, "He's not dead yet."

He couldn't describe his mood at the moment, as if he stepped into the void, and the whole world quickly decayed into ashes.

Tombs and death are no longer so far away.

Zhou Qian coaxed and persuaded: "Xiao Xie, this is the rule, not only for the son, but also for the mausoleum to be built when His Majesty ascends the throne."

Xie Chenyan looked at him steadfastly, looking at his hair growing on his temples. In just a few months, Pianran Scholar showed signs of aging.

Xie Chenyan gradually calmed down, holding back tears and said, "I'll let them go and have a look."

The place they took him to was not far from Baixia Town. The sun of Tianque Mountain faced Yuntai Mountain in the distance. Even if Xie Chenyan didn't know Feng Shui, he knew that this must be a place where dragons hid near Jinling City.

Shen Zhuo's mausoleum has been built, and Shen Jie directly transferred the craftsmen here.

According to Shen Jie's instructions, the specifications of the building are compared with that of Prince Lie Su Shen Zhang.

Although Xie Chenyan doesn't understand these things, he also knows that the mausoleum is really magnificent.

Those criminals and slaves were used to doing this, and their faces were indifferent and numb.

The tomb had already been rammed and took shape, Xie Chenyan walked down the tomb passage on his own, the porter gave him an inexplicable look, and let him pass by sideways.

Xie Chenyan stood on the ground in a daze, looking up at the sky outside.

Spring returns to the earth, and everything recovers.

However, he is going to sleep forever.

He lay down on the coffin bed by himself, and the bright spring sunshine poured down the sky, half of which was the bright spring light, and half of it was the gloomy tomb.

Xie Chenyan thought, there is actually nothing wrong with this place, such a large tomb was built so magnificently.He's been working so hard, maybe he should give him relief.

He thought, let him tell him when he goes back today, he forgives him, if he really can't hold on, then forget it.

But the tears did not live up to expectations, rolling down like beads with a broken thread.

Until dusk and dusk, Xie Chenyan was still lying there motionless.

He walked away for a whole day, and he didn't come back at night, Si Niang was worried, she had informed Zhou Qian before she came to look for him.

Xie Chenyan still lay there crying: "I'm sorry, I'm going to break my promise."

Siniang was frightened: "You promised me!"

Xie Chenyan choked up and said, "I can't, I can't, I can't do it."

When he thought that he was going to lie alone in this damp and cold ground, he was in pain.

He still had no choice but to stay alone in this barren and lonely world.

He wailed loudly: "I'm not a gentleman, I keep my promises, I'm just a lunatic and fool, I can do whatever I want!"

Where did so many messy rules and promises come from? That person kept his faith all his life, was upright and unparalleled, but he never got anything.

Siniang stomped her feet angrily, wanted to curse him, but couldn't bear it; wanted to persuade him, but had nothing to say.This world is so beautiful, but when you think about it carefully, there is nothing that can keep Xie Chenyan.

Xie Chenyan's mind was in turmoil, and his heart was in turmoil. He helped Si Niang to spit out a mouthful of blood suddenly.

Si Niang was horrified.

The surrounding fields are quiet, the daytime festivities have long since dispersed, the galaxy hangs low, and the Milky Way in the south of the Yangtze River seems to be no different from the distant Saibei.

The young man holding his sword and looking around under the galaxy has long since disappeared into the vast moonlight.

Together with Xie Chenyan's heart and his useless body, they were also taken away.

The sound of horseshoes approaching suddenly was especially clear in the silent night.

"Xie Chenyan!" Miao Zhiguang's voice trembled slightly, and he shouted to Xie Chenyan from a distance before he could go down the tomb: "Someone came here at the order of Shanhe! I want to see you!"

Xie Chenyan stood up and turned back to the ground in a few steps.

The new moon is ignorant, the surrounding fields are dark, Xiaohua has always been active, she didn't know where she went, Xie Chenyan pushed Miao Zhiguang off the horse, snatched his horse, and ran towards the pavilion, leaving Miao Zhiguang alone. Cursing and cursing behind their backs.

Red Flame Grass... Someone must have brought Red Flame Grass.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhou Qian entertaining guests in the main hall, with a relaxed expression rarely seen in months.

A middle-aged man, with a simple and honest face, sat awkwardly in the seat of a distinguished guest in the hall.

He was dressed plainly, in the warm late spring in the south of the Yangtze River, and he was also wearing a heavy winter padded jacket. He looked like he was in the dust. He set out in the severe winter and traveled thousands of miles from Beizhao.

Seeing him enter the door, he was stunned for a moment, stood up and said to Xie Chenyan with a little apology: "General Xiao Ji, the old people said that there is a sea of ​​red flame grass in the mountains, but the villagers from all over the family have searched for half a year, and only found this place. One, the distance between Beizhao and Jinling City is far away, everyone was afraid that it would be too late, so they sent me to send it first."

Xie Chenyan panted heavily, tears streaming down his face, he grabbed his hand and said: "No... Thank you very much, one tree has solved the urgent need."

At least, Shen Menghan can survive.

He broke down in tears and said, "Where are you from?"

The man said with a strong accent: "Cangxi Valley, I come from Cangxi Valley on the southern Jiandao Road."

Xie Chenyan was killed by lightning.

The heaven and the earth suddenly became flat in his eyes.

The distant memories that have been locked for a long time are gradually opened from the deep-buried heart and the sluggish blood.

He suddenly fell into samadhi, and everyone in the hall was stunned for a moment. Jue Tan stepped out of the inner room slowly, forming seals to protect his heart veins, and said comfortingly: "The great way is about to be accomplished, Fuchen, the master is here to protect the Dharma with you. Understand with peace of mind."

Some people realize Taoism, some people realize emotion, there are three thousand ways, and there is never a fixed law.

He walks through memory, looking for the last piece of memory he left behind.

Xie Rou patted the sad child in her arms, and said softly: "It tastes bitter, but the more it stays in the mouth, the sweeter it is, it grows on the cliff, there is no ground under its feet, it climbs high on the giant tree, the tip of the leaf is red, baby, that is red. Flame grass."

Xie Chenyan wailed and sobbed, "Then...mother, have you seen it? Where is it?"

Xie Rou softly coaxed him and said: "Legend... Our Xie clan originated from the extreme south, and the blood of the Suzaku flowed on our body. If the blood of the Suzaku was sprinkled in such a place, we could live in the ice and snow for half a year and drink snow water. Half a year under the scorching sun, drinking spring water. Half a year with yin and half a year with yang, it will produce the red flame grass that can cure all kinds of poisons."

Xie Chenyan crawled up from her arms, stretched out his small arms like lotus joints, and said happily: "Then, can my blood grow red flame grass?"

"No." Xie Rou laughed and said, "The blood of Suzaku was lost a hundred years ago, and none of us are direct descendants of the Xie family."

"Oh." Xie Chenyan's face collapsed.

"But mother knows that there is another place where a large piece of red flame grass grows." She embraced Xie Chenyan and said mysteriously: "This place is only known to mother now."

Xie Chenyan took her hand and said anxiously, "Where is it?"

Xie Rou wiped his weeping little face for him and said, "The last home of the Xie clan, the place where the Suzaku fell, is the forbidden place of our Cangxi Valley."

"Forbidden place..." Xie Chenyan bit his finger and said, "Then can I go?"

"Of course I can." Xie Rou said softly, "This place will only be passed on from generation to generation through word of mouth by our descendants of the Xie family."

She said softly: "You have to write down first, at dawn on the Qingming day, the valley rising from the center of the Moon Gate;

The Jialing River in Duanyang is flooded, and the tide hits the valley wall;

When will the moonlight of Tanabata shine here;

At the same time when the sun is seen in November, the Shunjiang water passes through the confluence of the twelve branch rivers, and the place where it reaches at sunrise is the entrance of Suzaku Valley. "

"Then you go southeast along the direction of the stars, and you will find the place where Suzaku fell."

"It's so troublesome..." Xie Chenyan complained softly, "Then if I go in other seasons, I will have to wait another year."

Xie Rou patted him tenderly and said: "I will let them bury me there. If they keep their promise, whenever you go, your mother's tomb will point you to the direction of Suzaku Valley."

If they treat her children well, they will naturally get what they want.

Xie Chenyan suddenly opened his eyes.

Panting, Miao Zhiguang pulled Xiao Hua and Siniang back, stepped into the hidden pavilion and scolded: "Xie Chenyan! Your horse is as unreasonable as your people! Why don't you let me ride it!"

Xie Chenyan stared at him and said, "It was you who went to Cangxi Valley to bury my mother."

No wonder Shen Menghan said that Miao Zhiguang had been to Cangxi Valley, what did he go to Cangxi Valley, he was entrusted by Shen Menghan to send Xie Rou's remains back home!

Miao Zhiguang said angrily, "It's me!"

Xie Chenyan took his hand and asked anxiously: "Where did you bury my mother?"

"Of course it's where she's going to be buried!" Miao Zhiguang started to jump when he thought about it: "I've been in a place where the birds don't shit for more than half a year! I ran back and forth a few times! What about the sunrise and sunset, the tide rises and falls! You mother and son It can really toss people!"

Xie Chenyan hugged him fiercely, turned around to pull Xiao Hua, with tears and smiles on his face: "Thank you... hey, what are you thanking, you should do it."

"What should I do?" Miao Zhiguang couldn't believe it, and cursed: "Xie Chenyan! How shameless you are..."

Before the words were finished, Xie Chenyan had already stepped onto Xiaohua and disappeared.

Zhou Qian walked over, patted him on the shoulder and said: "It seems that you should do it, Xiao Xie knows where the red flame grass is."

Xie Rou's solitary tomb is located in a gently rolling valley. When Xie Chenyan arrived here in the morning, the first rising sun just enveloped the hillside gently.

The grass is swaying and the wild flowers are fragrant.

The valley is full of unknown wild flowers, the tomb has been cleaned, and the clean tombstone stands under the bright sunlight.

Xie Chenyan recognized that it was Shen Menghan's handwriting, he wrote the three words "Bao Hanxie" in his arms, and he remembered every subtle pause.

Caressed by the breeze, the little flowers in front of the grave swayed, like a mother's longing and love.

Xie Chenyan walked briskly, sat in front of the grave, hugged the stone tablet tightly, and said coquettishly: "Mother."

His mother, who gave him his first life, is about to give him a second life.

He has always been deeply loved, he was soaked in love and grew up, he gradually grew up, and he sprinkled the world with full of love and vitality.

The sun is the cycle of the moon, and autumn is the prelude to spring.

Where the sun shines, the moonlight will be eclipsed; he is the warm southeast wind in spring and March, blowing away the deep snow and dust that covers the lover.