Miss Jun looked at the people who were speeding in front of her.
After walking for a while, a village was faintly visible in front of me.
At this time, the location was still not far from the capital, at best it was only a few miles.
There are only a few villages in the vicinity of the capital.
Now in this direction Miss Jun stopped, looked around, and looked ahead.
Lujiazhuang.
Lu Yunqi's hometown.
She hadn't been here with Lu Yunqi, but Lu Yunqi told her about it.
He was going to Lujiazhuang Miss Jun looked at the figure in the misty night.
Where to go, is there a way to deal with Lu Yunqi What does Lujiazhuang have to deal with him.
Miss Jun sighed in her heart.
Lu Yunqi lost his mother when he was born, lost his father at the age of ten, and had no relatives and friends at home to protect him.
Graves.
Miss Jun was a little distracted.
Speaking of which, after his death, he was buried with his father and mother?
My father was buried in the imperial mausoleum with my mother as the crown prince, and I was not accompanied by my father's mother's mausoleum Miss Jun suddenly thought of where she should go after dawn, and go to the imperial tomb to have a look from afar.
Her eyes were a little sour, and she didn't know if it was because of grief or because she had stayed up all night, she suddenly didn't want to follow Zhu Zan anymore.
After all, he had nothing to do with her.
She looked in front of her.
The sight seemed to become foggy in an instant, like a drop of clear water in the thick ink, and then more and more clear water was injected, the night faded, the blue light was cloudy, and the east became whiter.
The night passed, and the morning came.
The figure in the misty blue light also became clearer, and it was very conspicuous to walk in the wilderness at this time.
He stopped suddenly, and Miss Jun hesitated and stood in the thick bushes without moving.
I didn't plan to come forward to say hello, so I wouldn't let him find out.
He didn't look back, but reached out and tore off the beard on his face, revealing a smooth and handsome side face in the blue light.
Sure enough, it was Zhu Zhan, compared to Huaiqing Mansion, he didn't change much.
He reached out and touched his face, his thick eyebrows furrowed, as if he was a little dissatisfied, and then rolled up his sleeves and leaned over to scoop up the dew from the grass and trees by the roadside and rub it on his face.
Over and over again, one after another, several times before he straightened up and touched his face again with a satisfied smile.
If there was a mirror at this time, Miss Jun had no doubt that he would take it out and take a closer look.
Since the farewell of Huaiqing Mansion, he really hasn't changed much, and he is still so inexplicable.
Zhu Zan combed his hair with his dew-stained hands again, patting his shirt, which was wrinkled and stained with blood and dust after last night's scuffle.
The folds and messy dust can be removed by patting, but the blood stains are a little troublesome, Zhu Zan wiped a handful of dew and seriously rubbed the blood stains on the corners of his clothes, but the blood stains were more scratched and dyed a larger piece.
He patted the corner of his shirt with some annoyance, muttered something, gave up, straightened his back, and strode forward again.
Has this man forgotten that he is still being hunted?
Or maybe he's so sure that the people of the brocade guard can't find him Miss Jun looked back at her back, even if no one was chasing behind her at this time, who could guarantee whether the net had been opened in front of her.
This Zhu Zhan, just catch it, there is Chengguo Gong, the emperor can't really do anything to him, why make such a fuss, what's the benefit.
When you come to the capital, you can still go, then this emperor doesn't have to be an emperor.
Cheng Guogong is such a wise and excellent person, is it a headache to have such a son Miss Jun looked at Zhu Zan walking through the bushes.
She didn't take any further steps to follow, thinking that when he was far away, she would turn around and leave.
Zhu Zan couldn't walk far, not as fast and elusive as last night, he was slow and leisurely, swinging his head to look left and right, like a villager who got up early to hang out.
Miss Jun felt that she was a very patient person under the tempering of her master, but she was also a little impatient at this time.
Or just turn around and leave, and if he finds out, what can he do, can he only come to the capital, can he only walk on the big road, it's just a coincidence.
She was about to turn around when she saw Zhu Zan stop at the end of the road.
There is no end to the road, and the so-called end is just that the road has turned a corner or is a downhill slope.
The blue light faded a little more, and Miss Jun's vision became clearer, so in addition to Zhu Zhan, she also saw a wooden house on the side of the road.
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Of course, a wooden house is not built in the wilderness for no reason, and in fact it is not an ordinary wooden house, it is a house for guarding the tomb.
It is good to have a grave in the cemetery of ordinary people, a better one to erect a monument, no matter how good it is, it will be more exquisite, with a bright building and a dark pavilion, of course, the specifications are much smaller than in reality, indicating that it is different from that used by the living.
At this time, the wooden house next to Zhu Zan was better than those bright buildings and dark pavilions, which were specially used by tomb keepers.
Only the cemeteries of those princes and nobles were equipped with grave keepers who cleaned the tombs of the caretakers.
Is there a mausoleum of princes and nobles in Lujiazhuang?
The thought flashed, and Miss Jun's body stiffened suddenly, and the hand hanging by her side was clenched.
The princes and nobles of Lujiazhuang.
She stepped out from behind the bushes and walked quickly towards Zhu Zhan's place.
Her steps were still light and silent, her expression was still calm and easy-going, and she ran forward in the morning light.
Zhu Zhan had disappeared at the end of the road.
Miss Jun stood at the end of the road.
She guessed wrong, the end of the road was not a bend or a downhill, but really the end, and there was no longer a road ahead, but a cemetery, a mausoleum to be exact.
There are not many tombs in the mausoleum, just six scattered around.
The repairs are neat and clean, not even a single wild grass is missing, and the pines and cypresses in front of the mausoleum have traces of freshly trimmed, which shows that the tomb keepers here take care of them very carefully.
There is a tomb that looks very high and new, and there are offerings in front of it, which has obviously been worshiped not long ago.
Miss Jun looked at the tombstone, and she could clearly see the words on it from a high position.
Nine-year-old princess Yuanzhi.
My tomb, it turns out that it is still in the ancestral grave of the Lu family.
He was bound in this way when he was alive, and he was bound after he died.
Miss Jun's vision became a little blurred, and at the same time, the first rays of sunlight in the morning came out of the ground, and she had to see the tombstone clearly.
Zhu Zan was still standing there, reaching out and touching it as if he was a little restrained, and then carefully took out two small bottles from his arms.
What is he going to do What's in that bottle Is he going to take revenge on Lu Yunqi by destroying his tomb?
It's ridiculous, Lu Yunqi won't be angry, it's too late to be happy.
Miss Jun watched as Zhu Zan poured a small bottle onto the stone platform in front of the tomb, which looked like a dry and rotten leaf in the early morning light.
Is there something to ignite?
Miss Jun frowned slightly, and then saw Zhu Zan dumping another bottle.
Inside this bottle is dark juice.
The oil that caught fire The juice fell on the rotten leaves, and the rotten leaves were instantly wet.
There was no fire, no burning, the rotten leaves just stretched out on the stone platform.
What is this for?
Miss Jun's thought flashed again, and then her eyes widened sharply, and she opened her mouth in a gaffe.
The dead grass and rotten leaves turned red, and stretched like a big red flower.
It's not like, it's a flower.
Miss Jun recognized the flower, but she had never seen it with her own eyes.
Northland sand birch.
It is a flower that grows only in the north of the town, blooms on the cliff face, and when it is in full bloom, it is like a fire on the cliff, but it withers immediately when it is plucked, and it is said that it can only be kept bright and long-lasting by the blood of people.
So many people there use this flower to express their hearts to their lovers, pluck it, cut their hands, and offer the flower to their favorite person with blood.
When she was a child, she was very curious about this legend, and she used to flip through books or ask people she met to draw for her.
And she also wants to personally verify whether it can really be nourished with blood, as long as her father says a word, even if this flower is difficult to be sent to the capital.
However, her father was strictly raised by scholars and doctors, and he was kind and kind, and would never allow her to do such a ridiculous thing.
But she's just a child, and she can't do that much.
Then she was kicked down from the wall of Cheng Guogong's house and beaten, and then Cheng Guogong came to visit, and then she asked Cheng Guogong to secretly send her a flower at the right time, so that she could see it.
Then she left the capital to the south, and then she never saw Cheng Guogong again, and then her father and mother died, and then she also died.
She had forgotten about it herself, and she had not seen the flower until now.
The flower was picked up by hand and left Miss Jun's sight.
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Miss Jun looked at the person holding the flower.
Zhu Zan raised his hand, and the flower fell steadily on the tombstone.
At this time, the sunlight completely jumped out of the earth, and spread on the red flowers, making it sparkle and as tender as freshly picked.
He crossed thousands of miles from the Northland.
He escaped from the escort.
He hid in Tibet and ran north and south.
He changed his name and surname, and he disguised himself.
He broke into the capital, killed Jinyi, and rushed to the city gate.
He walked through the night, and his face was clean in the morning.
Is it just to hand over a flower in front of this tomb?
Miss Jun stood in place, as if she was blinded by the sunlight and couldn't see anything clearly.
Thanks to Bingyi in the south for rewarding the spirit beast eggs.
Thank you for indifferent dust and smoke for rewarding the fairy fate Thanks to Polaris HX, Azusa and Bi.
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