and meet

"Why... would you throw this over?"

"There are no stones around me, and I don't have time to come, so I can only throw this to block it first."

"..." Luo Qingqiu didn't know what to say for a moment, and it seemed that he shouldn't say anything.

She could feel that Zhan Zhao was very sad about the shattering of the pendant, but he didn't show it, and didn't know if he wanted to comfort Luo Qingqiu or himself.

After a while, Luo Qingqiu said: "Go back and try sticking."

"...Give it a try." Zhan Zhao said, but he didn't place any hope in his heart.In this era, there is no super glue like 502, and it is impossible to stick jade with paste.

After all, it was broken to save Luo Qingqiu. Luo Qingqiu felt a little guilty, but he couldn't make up for it.At this moment, she didn't know whether she should tell Zhan Zhao the real cause of Yang Liaolan's death.

After thinking about it, I also want to say something when I see Bao Zheng later, so I should tell Zhan Zhao first, so as not to lose my composure in front of Bao Zheng later, so I said: "There is one more thing about Miss Yang, you may not know."

Zhan Zhao paused: "What's the matter?!"

"Miss Yang's death was not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster."

Luo Qingqiu told Zhan Zhao the conversation he had heard in the Jiangling government office. After Zhan Zhao listened, he clenched his fists tightly and let them go again.

No matter what, he never imagined that this treason case was actually related to the corruption case back then, and had something to do with Yang Lianlan's death.

It seems that the scars have been uncovered, but they are as weak as a punch on cotton.What can he do?Rebels and murderers will be sanctioned by the national law, but if it's just for Yang Lianlan, he can't do anything.

Yang Liaolan's death was not a natural disaster, Zhan Zhao really didn't know it.

But it has been so long that Zhan Zhao didn't care where the fire started.What he cared about was that Yang Liaolan was buried in the fire.

He hates the arsonist.Natural disasters are inevitable, but without that man-made disaster, Yang Lianlan would not have died.She has such a young and bright life, and she has a long, beautiful life.

But in any case, the dead are dead.

Yang Liaolan's death didn't seem to bring too much resentment or pain, which made Zhan Zhao never think about pursuing the fire.The last time he saw her, she had a smile on her lips.

What Zhan Zhao really broods on is: I will never see that kind of smile again.

Even if the murderer is punished, what was lost will never come back.

"By the way, how did you get hurt?" Luo Qingqiu asked with concern, thinking of the blood on his hands just now.

"They say it's just a minor injury, so don't worry, girl."

Luo Qingqiu didn't believe it, could the bleeding wound be a minor injury?She looked at the hand he just handed over, and saw that there was a darker color on the forearm near the wrist, which should be where the injury was.

"This is still a small injury?!" Luo Qingqiu couldn't believe it, so much blood was obviously a huge wound.Zhan Zhao is always like this, he doesn't care about the injury at all.Luo Qingqiu sometimes wondered if Zhan Zhao was born with insensitivity to pain?

"You must take good care of this wound when you go back!" Luo Qingqiu urged worriedly.The case is not over yet, and I don't know if Zhan Zhao will bandage the wound well, it will be troublesome if it gets infected.

Zhan Zhao quickly agreed: "Yes, I will."

Luo Qingqiu has been exposed, although she doesn't know how she was exposed, but she can't go back anyway, so naturally she no longer participates in the case, but is protected by the people brought by Kaifeng Mansion in the posthouse.

Zhan Zhao learned that there was something strange about Yang Liaolan's death, which was beyond Luo Qingqiu's expectation, and he didn't show any other emotions.But after thinking about it, the pendant Yang Liaolan left him was broken, and he didn't have any special emotions.Perhaps, to Zhan Zhao, the only thing that really matters is that person.

During the extremely boring days, Luo Qingqiu was thinking about how to repair that pendant.It was broken to save himself, Luo Qingqiu tried his best to make up for it.

In about seven or eight days, the case should have made great progress. Bao Zheng tried the case, Luo Qingqiu testified in court, the prefect of Jiangling admitted that he had committed treason, and the Kaifeng government was responsible for escorting him back to Beijing.

Everything went smoothly, Bao Zheng also asked how the Jiangling magistrate saw that Luo Qingqiu was wrong.The answer he got was that when Luo Qingqiu delivered the snacks that day, the snacks were not neatly stacked. He must have heard something, and he must have thought about something, which caused the things to be unstable, and the snacks were crooked. question, they sent someone to follow Luo Qingqiu.

Luo Qingqiu sighed, he deserves to be a person who wants to rebel, and he is careful enough.

Bao Zheng is worthy of being a god at solving cases, he solved a treason case so quickly.I'm also glad that the prefect of Jiangling didn't jump over the wall in a hurry and let the situation get out of control after the failed rebellion.

When the imperial court sent people to take over the army secretly organized by the prefect of Jiangling and the weapons forged, it was time for Bao Zheng and his party to return to Beijing.

Although Luo Qingqiu's role in this case was not as great as the previous one, it also found a breakthrough for Bao Zheng, at least affirming that the prefect of Jiangling really rebelled, and his master was also an accomplice.And this time it was a major case of treason, so she still got the chance to enter the palace to face the saint.

"I said, you can do it."

Luo Qingqiu was almost killed, and the scene in front of Daozhi is still vivid in his memory. Facing such a compliment from Renzong, he was really angry, but he couldn't show it too presumptuously, so he had to stare at Renzong, and quickly lowered his eyes. head to go.

Renzong didn't bother with her as a little girl, and still rewarded a lot of silver taels, and Luo Qingqiu complained less in his heart.

After coming out of the palace, Zhan Zhao found Luo Qingqiu and asked, "Miss, is there anything to do tomorrow?"

"what's up?"

"Tomorrow, I want to go to Uncle Yang's."

Luo Qingqiu thought for a while and said: "I won't rest tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow. I'll be fine the day after tomorrow."

Before Zhan Zhao asked Luo Qingqiu to accompany him to Uncle Yang's place, it was also a discussion between the two of them to find a day when they were free.This time, Zhan Zhao frowned: "Girl... can I ask for a leave tomorrow?"

Luo Qingqiu was puzzled: "It's nothing to ask for leave. It's just...why do you have to go tomorrow?" He just came back from the outside and was exhausted, so Zhan Zhao didn't want to take a rest?What's more, when Zhan Zhao went to arrest the magistrate of Jiangling, he tore his wound again, and he still hasn't healed yet, and he doesn't want to rest and recuperate first, so why rush to Old Uncle Yang?

"Tomorrow..." Zhan Zhao paused, "It's Liao Lan's death day. I think, tomorrow I'll go to Uncle Yang first, and then you go back to the mansion first, and Uncle Yang and I will go see her."

It turned out to be the case.

"Okay, I will ask for leave tomorrow. But, if you don't mind, I'll go with you. After hearing you mention it so many times, I also want to go to worship."

"Ah."

Day two.

Zhan Zhao and Luo Qingqiu set off early in the morning and hired an ox cart, planning to drive directly to Yang Liaolan's grave in a while.

Zhan Zhao prepared sacrifices and paper money, and he looked a little lonely today.

Suddenly, looking at Zhan Zhao's appearance, Luo Qingqiu thought of his grandfather.

When my grandmother just passed away, my grandfather's temper became very bad, and a little thing could make him fly into a rage, as if the whole world owed him.But as time went by, no one mentioned grandma anymore, and he changed back to his usual smiling face.Even if someone mentions it occasionally, he is very indifferent.

However, when burning paper for grandma during festivals and festivals, everyone would gather around the pile of paper and talk to grandma, and he would still cry.

Although the paper was burned out and everyone packed up and went back, he stopped crying and talked and laughed.But Luo Qingqiu knew that his tears were very sincere, and that he really missed the person he would never see again, but there were too few opportunities for him to vent without scruples.

Zhan Zhao said very little today, sitting in the bullock cart all the way, just staring at the bag of paper money in a daze.Luo Qingqiu didn't know what he was thinking, or maybe he didn't think about anything.

But Luo Qingqiu was thinking, after death, what will be left?

Will there be a soul?Will there be reincarnation?

If the dead Yang Lianlan is now a soul, will she feel distressed and relieved when she sees Zhan Zhao who is so sad?

If Yang Liaolan had already been reincarnated, would the reincarnated Yang Liaolan still have a chance to meet Zhan Zhao again?And at that time, would Zhan Zhao still recognize her?Can she still remember that Zhan Zhao was her lover in the previous life?

After reincarnation, can you still remember the person you loved the most in the previous life?

After a lot of thinking and thinking, it finally arrived.

Uncle Yang also thought that Zhan Zhao would come today, and although he still didn't like Zhan Zhao, he still let them in.

Seeing that Zhan Zhao was still taking Luo Qingqiu with him today, Old Man Yang was a little surprised.

"Uncle Yang, I... also want to pay homage to Miss Yang." Luo Qingqiu explained.

Uncle Yang nodded, let them enter the house to rest for a while, and then set off.

Zhan Zhao drove towards the tomb of Yang Liaolan.Luo Qingqiu and Old Man Yang sat in the bullock cart, and Old Man Yang began to tell Luo Qingqiu what Yang Lianlan was like when he was alive.

"This child, it's all right. Her mother left early, and she was very close to me. She took care of me and cooked for me since I was a child. Later, when I grew up, she said that she wanted to help the family share the burden. The best thing she was good at was cooking. I want to be a cook."

"Later she said that she found a job as a public chef in Kaifeng Mansion. I was quite happy at first, thinking that working in Kaifeng Mansion is an iron rice bowl. Kaifeng Mansion can't be closed like those restaurants, right? And the yamen is not for making money. , and will not use people desperately."

"Who knows, it's not like going to the mansion to be a government servant to catch the police, and being a cook can even put your life in danger. When I went to Lingnan on business, I said that I was afraid that I might not be used to the local food, so I insisted on bringing a cook. I shouldn't agree! I shouldn't let her go to such a far away place! If something happened to her at the door of my house, I could still rush to see her for the last time. I didn't agree with her to go back then, but now she's fine, fine..." Old Uncle Yang said, leaving two lines of dirty tears.

Luo Qingqiu saw it, and felt sore in his heart. It must be heartbreaking for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.She thought for a while, but still didn't say anything, and listened silently.