The old man stood there and watched the young man burn incense for his husband. Since the two people in front of him came prepared, there would be no use to him even if he escaped from here.
After offering incense, the young man packed up the basket in his hand and walked down the mountain.
The old man did not expect that the young man left without coming to ask him questions.
"Do you know anyone buried here?" The old man couldn't help but speak first.
"Maybe we know each other." The young man tilted his head slightly.
The old man pretended to be calm and said, "The ones buried here..."
Before the old man could finish his words, the young man said, "He is a noble and righteous gentleman."
The old man's heart couldn't help but tighten.
The young man's eyes fell on the old man: "This gentleman should not be buried here."
The old man did not understand what the young man meant.
The young man looked towards the north, "It should be higher. He can see the entire capital and know what is happening in it. Maybe sir doesn't care about those power struggles, but at least he can feel at ease."
The old man knew the meaning of the word "peace of mind". His hands trembled slightly. This young man seemed to know everything.
When his husband found him and asked him to take care of his posthumous affairs, he was indescribably surprised, because at that time he seemed to be in good health and didn't seem to have any illness. But later, he died and lay down peacefully after drinking a glass of poisonous wine.
When I got there, it seemed like I no longer had any worries.
After the young man finished speaking, he turned around and left. The old man followed the young man involuntarily, watching the young man walk to the bottom of the mountain, get on his horse and leave.
They came and went without saying much, as if they knew that Mr. Wenxi was buried here and just wanted to come to worship. However, he knew that it was not that simple. Only he knew that Mr. Wenxi was buried here, and they were following him.
Come here.
The old man was stunned for a moment and walked towards the village. After stumbling for a long time, the old man returned to his yard. He tended the stove and started cooking as usual. After eating, he sat in the yard.
Li quietly looked at the sky above his head.
He had thought about what would happen to him if the matter was revealed. He didn't care about that, because he was afraid of betraying his husband's trust in him.
Finally, the old man stood up and returned to the house, removed the blue bricks behind the cabinet, took out a porcelain vase and a letter and put them in his arms.
"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door. The old man's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal. He answered and slowly walked towards the door.
The two worn-out door panels were slowly opened by the old man, which made him feel a little surprised. The person standing at the door was no longer the young man, but a girl with a bright face.
"Uncle," the girl said, "it's starting to snow outside again, can we go in and take shelter?"
The sky is clear and cloudless, where is the snow?
The old man couldn't help but laugh at the girl's excuse. He got out of the way and said, "If you don't mind, just come in!"
Several people went into the house and sat down. The house was simple and there was no table to sit on, so the girl sat on the earthen kang covered with bamboo mats.
The old man poured a bowl of hot water and placed it in front of the girl. "There is nothing to entertain our distinguished guests."
Before the old man's smile faded from his face, he heard a clear voice saying, "Are you ready?"
The old man was slightly shocked, but he quickly nodded.
When he saw the young man on the mountain, he didn't come back to his senses for a moment. Now he had thought clearly that now that he had found him, he couldn't escape.
Xu Qinghuan nodded to Yong Ye, indicating that he didn't need to be nervous. Just now, Yong Ye said that the old man was very shocked when he was on the mountain. Now that they came to the door again, the old man's expression became natural and firm, and there was no longer any worry in his eyes. This way
The reaction made her even more sure that they had found the right person.
"Old man," Xu Qinghuan said, "we are investigating a case, and we just want to ask you if the gentleman you buried left any words."
The old man's eyes were slightly distracted. "Fourteen years have passed. Back then, Mr. Epidemic of the Village saved me. My whole family went there, and only the old man was left. After following Mr. to Beijing, I found this place to stay. Mr. would often come here.
When we had tea with me, I didn't understand what he usually said. But he was different from many scholars. He would not look down on us roughnecks. He was willing to listen to the useless trivial things we said.
Then one day, my husband found me... He said that he was in great trouble, and staying in the world would only implicate more people. He asked me to bury him alive, preferably high in the mountains."
After the old man finished speaking, he looked at the girl, "The gentleman said that if someone comes to me to inquire about him after he goes, if I don't say anything, those people may arrest me for interrogation, so he left a note and asked me to give
The person you are looking for."
After speaking, the old man took out the letter from his arms and handed it to Xu Qinghuan.
Xu Qinghuan slowly opened the letter in his hand. After more than ten years, the paper had begun to turn yellow, and there were only two words on the paper.
The old man reached into his arms again and grasped the porcelain bottle tightly. The husband said that if this piece of paper was given to those people and those people still showed their evil looks, then he would only die, so he prepared a bottle of poison.
Xu Qinghuan put away the letter and stood up to salute the old man, "I'm disturbing the old man."
Seeing the girl leading people out of the house, the old man couldn't help but be a little surprised.
The sound of the carriage gradually faded away.
The old man stood there for a long time, and finally let go of his hand. The porcelain bottle in his hand fell to the ground and shattered. Maybe the day he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
…
In the carriage, Xu Qinghuan unfolded the letter in his hand again, and the two characters on the paper came into view again.
Xu Qinghuan put the paper away again.
She had never met Mr. Wenxi when he was alive. She only knew that fourteen years after his death, he was still helping them, the Wei Palace, and people like them.
Xu Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief.
There was the sound of horse hooves all around, and then Yong Ye's words came from outside, "Miss, you are the soldiers and horses of the imperial court."
The Xu family's carriage stopped.
"Miss Xu," a deputy general jumped off the horse, "The Queen Mother has summoned Miss Xu and asked her to go to the palace immediately."
The palace is the place where my grandmother and she were taken when the King of Wei rebelled.
Xu Qinghuan asked, "Do you have the palace cards and documents?"
The deputy general handed the object in his hand to the Xu family steward.
Xu Qinghuan looked at it carefully and ordered the steward to "follow this general."
"Does the eldest lady still have any evidence in her hand?"
Before the carriage moved forward, the deputy general asked again.
"There is no need to disturb that old man," Xu Qinghuan said, "The evidence is already with me. I will naturally hand it over when I see the people in the Yamen."
The lieutenant general did not force her, "This thing is of great importance, it is related to the safety of the eldest lady, please make sure to put it away properly."
The carriage moved forward slowly.
Xu Qinghuan saw the snowflakes dancing in the air through the curtain and finally started.
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