Jun Jiuling

Miss Jun looked at the people speeding ahead.

After walking for a while, a village was faintly visible ahead.

At this time, the location is still not far from the capital, at best, it is only a few miles away.

There are only a few villages a few miles away from the capital.

Now in this direction..

Miss Jun stopped and looked around and then forward.

Lujiazhuang.

Lu Yunqi's hometown.

She never came here with Lu Yunqi, but Lu Yunqi told her about it.

He is going to Lujiazhuang?

Miss Jun looked at the figure in the dim night.

Is there a way to deal with Lu Yunqi?

Lujiazhuang has nothing to deal with him.

Miss Jun sighed inwardly.

Lu Yunqi lost his mother when he was born, and lost his father when he was ten years old. He had no relatives or friends to take care of him at home. He relied on inheriting his father's Jinyiwei errand to make a living without being starved to death. He didn't even have a house in this Lujiazhuang. ancestral grave.

ancestral grave.

Miss Jun was a little distracted.

Speaking of which, after he died, was he buried with his parents?

His father was buried in the imperial mausoleum with his mother as the crown prince, what about himself? Is it long-term companionship under the mausoleum of father and mother?

Miss Jun suddenly thought of where she should go after dawn. Let's take a look at the imperial mausoleum.

Her eyes were a little sore, she didn't know whether it was from grief or from staying up all night, she suddenly didn't want to follow Zhu Zan anymore.

After all, he had nothing to do with her.

She looked ahead.

The sight seemed to become foggy in an instant, like a drop of clear water poured into the thick ink, and more and more clear water was poured in immediately, the night faded, the blue light was dim, and the east gradually became white.

The night passed, and the morning came.

The figure in the misty blue light also became clearer, and it was very conspicuous walking in the wilderness at this time.

He stopped suddenly, and Miss Jun hesitated for a moment and stood still in the thick bushes.

I don't plan to go up to say hello anymore, so I won't let him find myself.

He didn't look back, but reached out and pulled off the beard on his face, revealing a smooth and handsome side face in the hazy blue light.

Sure enough, it was Zhu Zan. Compared with Huaiqing Mansion, he hadn't changed much.

He stretched out his hands to touch his face, his bushy eyebrows frowned, as if a little dissatisfied, then he rolled up his sleeves, leaned over to scoop up the dew from the roadside grass and trees and rubbed it on his face.

Over and over again, one after another, after several times, I straightened up, touched my face again and smiled with satisfaction.

If there was a mirror at this time, Miss Jun had no doubt that he would take it out and take a good look at it.

Since leaving Huaiqing mansion, he really hasn't changed much, he is still so inexplicable.

Zhu Zan smoothed his hair with dewy hands again, and stroked his clothes, which were wrinkled and messy and stained with blood and dust after last night's scuffle.

The messy folds and dust can be removed by patting, but the blood stains are a bit troublesome. Zhu Zan wiped the dew on the corners of the clothes carefully and rubbed the blood stains, but the blood stains were even more scratched and stained in a larger area.

He patted the corner of his clothes a little annoyed, muttered something and gave up, straightened his clothes, straightened his back and strode forward again.

Did this man forget that he was still being hunted?

Or is he just so sure that Jin Yiwei's people can't find him?

Miss Jun looked back, even if no one was chasing after him at this time, who could guarantee whether the net had been opened in front of him.

This Zhu Zan, if you arrest him, you will be arrested. With Cheng Guogong here, the emperor can't really do anything to him, so why make such a fuss?

When you come to the capital, you can still leave, so the emperor doesn't have to be an emperor anymore.

For a wise and outstanding person like Cheng Guogong, is it a headache to have such a son?

Miss Jun looked at Zhu Zan walking forward through the bushes.

She didn't take another step to keep up, thinking that when he was gone, she would turn around and leave.

However, Zhu Zan didn't walk far, not as fast and unpredictable as last night. He walked slowly, shaking his head to look left and right, like a villager who got up early and wandered.

Miss Jun felt that she was a very patient person under the training of master, but at this time she was also a little impatient.

Or just turn around and leave, if he finds out, find out, so what, is he the only one in the capital who can come? Is he the only one who can walk the road? It's just a coincidence.

She was about to turn around when she saw Zhu Zan stopped at the end of the road.

The road naturally has no end. The so-called end is just that the road turns a corner or goes downhill.

The blue light faded a bit, and Miss Jun's vision became clearer, so besides Zhu Zan, she also saw a wooden house by the road.

Of course, a wooden house is not built for no reason in the wilderness. In fact, it is not an ordinary wooden house, it is a house for guarding the tomb.

Generally, it is good to have a tomb in the cemetery of a family. It is better to erect a monument, and even the best will be more particular, with bright and dark pavilions. different.

At this time, the wooden house next to Zhu Zan is better than those open and dark pavilions, which are specially used for the tomb guards.

Only the cemeteries of princes and nobles are equipped with tomb guards, who clean the tombs of the custodians.

Are there tombs of princes and nobles in Lujiazhuang?

With a flash of thought, Miss Jun's body stiffened suddenly, and her hand hanging by her side clenched.

The princes and nobles of Lujiazhuang.

She came out from behind the bushes and walked quickly to where Zhu Zan was.

Her footsteps were still light and soundless, her expression was still calm and easy-going, and she ran forward against the gradually brightening morning light.

Zhu Zan 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 neither a turn nor a downhill, but a real end, the road ahead was no longer a road, but a cemetery, a mausoleum to be precise.

There are not many tombs in the mausoleum, just six here and there.

The repairs are neat and clean, and there is not even a single weed. The pines and cypresses in front of the mausoleum have traces of just pruning, which shows that the tomb guards here are very thoughtful.

And there is a tomb that looks very high and new, and there are still offerings in front of it. Obviously, someone has worshiped it not long ago.

Miss Jun looked at the tombstone, and could clearly see the words on it from a commanding height.

Nine-year-old princess Kuang Zhi.

My tomb turned out to be the Lu family's ancestral tomb.

He was bound by this during his lifetime, and he is still bound after his death.

Miss Jun's vision became a little blurry, and at the same time, the first rays of sunlight emerged from the ground in the morning, so she had to see clearly in front of the tombstone.

Zhu Zan was still standing there, stretched out his hand to touch 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?

Was he going to take revenge on Lu Yunqi by destroying his own tomb?

It's ridiculous, Lu Yunqi will not be angry, it's too late to be happy.

Miss Jun watched as Zhu Zan dumped a small bottle on the stone platform in front of the tomb. Under the early morning light, it looked like a bunch of dry rotten leaves.

what? Do you want to use it as a kindling?

Miss Jun frowned slightly, and then saw Zhu Zan dump another bottle.

This bottle is dark juice.

Oil on 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 spread out on the stone platform.

What is this for?

Miss Jun's thought flashed again, then her eyes widened suddenly, and she opened her mouth in a gaffe.

The group of withered grass and rotten leaves turned red, and stretched like a blooming big red flower.

It's not like, it's a flower.

Miss Jun recognized this flower, but she had never seen it with her own eyes.

Northland sand birch.

This is a flower that only grows in the north of the town. It blooms on the cliffs. When it is in full bloom, it looks like a ball of fire on the cliff, but it will wither immediately when it is picked off. It is said that it can only be nourished by human blood to keep it bright and lasting.

So many people there use this kind of flower to express their love for their lover, take it off, cut their hands, and dedicate the flower to the person they like with bleeding.

When she was a child, she was very curious about this legend, and she used to flip through books or ask people to draw it for her.

Moreover, she also wanted to verify for herself whether blood could really nourish it. As long as her father said a word, the flower could be sent to the capital even though it was extremely difficult.

However, her father was raised strictly by scholar-bureaucrats, but also kind-hearted, and would never allow her to do such absurd things. First, he didn't like blood, and second, he didn't like wasting people and money.

But she is just a child and can't control so many things.

Then she was kicked off 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 and went south, and then she never saw Cheng Guogong again, then her parents died, and then she died too.

She herself forgot about it until she saw this flower.

The flower was picked up by someone and out of Miss Jun's sight.

Miss Jun looked at the person holding the flower.

Zhu Zan raised his hand, and the flower landed on the tombstone steadily and accurately.

At this time, the sunlight also completely jumped out from the ground, shining on the red flowers to make them shine bright and fresh as freshly picked ones.

He traveled thousands of miles from the north.

He escaped from the escort.

He hid in Tibet, ran south and north.

He changed his name and surname, disguised himself.

He broke into the capital, killed Jinyi, and rushed to the city gate.

He walks through the night and dews his face in the morning.

Is it just to hand a flower in front of this grave?

Miss Jun stood where she was, as if dazzled by the sunlight, she couldn't see anything clearly.

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Thanks to Bing Yi from the south for rewarding the spirit beast eggs.

Thank you for the indifferent dust and smoke for rewarding the fairy flower fate

Thanks to Polaris HXL, Zi Ze's He Shibi.

Thank you everyone, (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～