After my rebirth, I became the white moonlight in the Beijing circle

The three-day deadline soon arrived. Everyone in Chuxian Palace had packed their bags and was waiting in front of the palace gate with a large group of people from the royal palace.

Fu Guiyun asked Cuiluo, Qinglu and others to take Lu Qingchen, Lu Qingyu, Yingba and Nenmao to their own carriages and settle them down first. She then personally inspected her mother-in-law's carriage before she felt at ease.

Lu Linzhi sent a carriage to the palace to pick up the prince early in the morning. As there was no sign of the two brothers returning, Fu Guiyun had no choice but to instruct Cheng Kui to ask a large group of people to set off first and prepare to wait outside the city.

Starting from Beifu, one has to pass through Xuandingmen Caishikou, which is where the court executes the most criminals all year round.

Although the convoy set off early, when we arrived at Xuandingmen, we still encountered the most congested time of the day.

"Princess Liyang has been ordered to return south with her family. All outsiders please clear the way."

The guards who were clearing the way shouted all the way, but the road was completely blocked by the crowd of onlookers, making it difficult to clear the obstacle quickly.

Ye Zhilan has always been unwilling to make things difficult for the common people, so he only asked the guards to carefully escort the carriage and move forward slowly.

Soon, bursts of crying began to be heard from the other side.

Lu'er lifted the curtain of the carriage, and Fu Guiyun looked out and saw that the imperial army had escorted the entire Song family to the execution ground.

The familiar faces that came into view made her feel sad.

After silently comforting herself for a while, she looked up and carefully saw that the people being escorted in front seemed a little strange. Thinking about Lu Linzhi's arrangements, she had a rough idea in her mind.

"Please pull down the curtain so as not to scare the child."

Fu Guiyun held Xiao Qingyu and Yingba in his arms and gave instructions to Lu'er.

Lu'er quickly put the curtain back and pressed Lu Qingchen down on her knees. She gently said, "It looks like it will take a while before we can leave the city. Why don't you get some sleep first, young master?"

Lu Qingchen has recently become more and more fond of being with Lu'er. Fu Guiyun guessed that the little girl must think that this girl is like her biological mother, so he did not stop them from interacting. Instead, he asked Lu'er to be responsible for taking care of the young master.

Although Lu Qingchen was close to Lu'er, he also began to respect his stepmother from the bottom of his heart. After listening to Lu'er's words, he glanced at his stepmother first and asked worriedly, "Princess, are all those people going to be killed?"

Fu Guiyun felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this and just nodded silently.

"What about dad?"

Lu Qingchen asked fearfully, "He hasn't been back for several days. Will he be killed too?"

Hearing the little guy mention his father, Lu'er showed disgust on her face and deliberately joked: "Does the little boy hope that your father will be killed?"

"It's better not to."

Lu Qingchen's eyes darkened. Thinking that his father had brought back another annoying woman, he curled his lips and said, "I think we can castrate my father like Xiao Kuizi."

These words made Fu Guiyun and Lu'er both laugh and cry.

"What have you taught the young master all day, you little bastard?"

Fu Guiyun rolled his eyes at her in annoyance.

"I didn't teach you this, Princess, please don't wrongly accuse me."

Lu'er retorted, took out a handkerchief and began to wipe Lu Qingchen's face.

Fu Guiyun took a silent look and recognized that the handkerchief was the one he gave her to wipe the blood on her forehead when he saved her. He couldn't help but ask, "Why do you still keep a dirty handkerchief?"

Lu Er looked embarrassed and hurriedly folded the handkerchief and put it back into her pocket. She replied in a panic, "Such a fine handkerchief can still be used after washing. I am not from a good family like the Crown Prince's Consort."

"Look how jealous you are."

Fu Guiyun gave her a glare: "It's as if you were brought into the mansion, and everyone in the mansion treated you harshly, and they didn't even want to give you a handkerchief to use?"

"I never said that."

Lu Er pouted and said, "I would like to ask my benefactor, why I have been in the mansion for so long, but my benefactor still does not ask me to sign the indenture? Could it be that my benefactor is so unwilling to keep me by his side because he is afraid that I will steal the favor of the prince?"

"nonsense."

Fu Guiyun said angrily: "The prince is my husband, do I expect you to seduce him all day long?"

"But you don't have him in your heart at all."

Lu'er said confidently, "You can't hide it from me."

Otherwise, how could a mistress spend all day thinking about putting a concubine in her husband's room?

Fu Guiyun glanced at the two little guys who were listening quietly, and glared at Lu'er in dissatisfaction: "Why are you saying these things in front of the children?"

And this girl's thoughts are really hard to figure out.

She followed him into the palace with all her might, but after several months, even the prince was unwilling to look at her. Instead, he kept sticking to her all day long to ask her to sign a contract to sell her body. How could anyone understand this?

"Lu'er, why do you want to be someone's slave instead of being a decent woman?"

Fu Guiyun was very puzzled and advised: "The money I got back for you last time is enough for you to live a stable life. If you feel that it is not enough to squander, I can also help you a little more. Being a slave is not as dignified as being your own master, no matter how rich you are."

"I don't want to listen to these big truths. Anyway, I'm dependent on the Crown Prince's wife for the rest of my life. I'll go wherever you go." Lu'er said persistently.

Fu Guiyun felt that she had become seriously ill because of the people in Wufeng Tower and was too lazy to say anything more.

He pondered for a long time, listening to the commotion outside and the difficulty in getting around, so he looked up at Lu'er and casually said, "We've known each other for quite some time, but I've never heard you mention your family, and I don't even know your name."

Lu'er sighed weakly, "My family background is simple. My mother died early, and other relatives only live in the family tree. My father is barely a scholar. When I was born, he was at the lowest point in his life, so he named me Jiang Liu'er. I thought this name was really ugly. When I performed at the Wufeng Tower, I often wore green clothes, so I called myself Lu'er to follow the audience's wishes."

"Oh, it's just the same name."

Fu Guiyun glanced at her with disdain, and suddenly an idea came to him: "How about I give you a name?"

Lu'er looked at her suspiciously, always feeling that the Crown Prince's Consort was up to something bad and wanted to discredit her again.

However, Fu Guiyun stared at her quietly for a long while, thinking about the woman in the painting, and then he said seriously: "It is said that there are beautiful women in books. Your appearance just proves the truth in the book. Why not call you Shuyan from now on."

"Shuyan? Jiang Shuyan?"

Lu'er murmured it several times, becoming more and more satisfied the more she read it. Finally, she couldn't help but said in surprise: "So the Crown Prince's Consort really wants to give me a good name?"

"if not?"

Fu Guiyun's face fell: "Could it be that I would slander you?"

"Isn't this normal?" Lu'er felt aggrieved for a while, then thought of her name, and immediately lowered her head and asked the two little guys happily: "Do you think the name your mother gave me is nice?"

Xiao Qingyu nodded quickly. Lu Qingchen hesitated for a moment and nodded as well, "It sounds good, of course it does."

At this moment, the crying in the distance became more and more tragic, interrupting the tranquility in the carriage.

Fu Guiyun secretly lifted a corner of the carriage curtain to look, and saw rows of executioners raising their knives and slashing down living heads, one after another, falling to the ground.

She closed her eyes in pain, and when she opened them again, her gaze wandered and she suddenly saw a familiar face in the crowd.

That face had long been ingrained in her mind, and she would still be able to recognize it even if it turned into ashes.

"Song Weizhao."