The first favorite of rebirth

Holding Jueyun's head in the wooden basin, he combed his dirty and knotted hair with water little by little. Jueyun didn't speak, but still stared blankly at the ground. Make a zongzi.

"If it hurts, just say something." Pei Jiqing smiled and patted him, "Xiao Wansheng is right, you are indeed dirty, you need to wash it well."

The comb touched the knotted hairline from time to time, Jue Yun remained silent, letting Pei Jiqing change the water in the basin, and finally scrubbed his whole body clean.

Pei Jiqing avoided his injured leg, and found a slightly larger set of clothes for him to change into. Although the clothes were made of coarse cloth, they were also very warm and clean. Jue Yun turned around and turned into a clean and lovely Child, his hair was loose, and the air exuded the unique aroma of acacia. Pei Jiqing covered his head with a towel and rubbed it, and brought a bowl of hot noodle soup from the table.

Pei Jiqing cut off the noodles, took out a spoonful of noodles and soup, put it near Jueyun's mouth, and said with a smile: "I tell you, people here look down on me, but I got a little bit confused when I saw other people's expressions." Bowl of noodles, would you like to have a bite?"

Jue Yun lowered his head, swallowed a small mouthful of noodle soup, looked at Pei Jiqing's gentle smiling face, turned his head away in disgust, and murmured: "My mother is dead."

"This side is too rotten." Pei Jiqing put the spoon into his mouth, and said while eating: "But the taste is not bad, you are the boy I bought now, you can eat something good, don't pick it Chosen."

"I said my mother is dead! No one will come to me!" Jue Yun looked at the noodle soup, rubbing his eyes with great difficulty, trying to hold back all the tears, and choked up intermittently: "You can betray me! No more People will take care of me..."

"Sell you?" Pei Jiqing turned her head and put down the bowl, and said with a sneer, "Don't think that you are precious, how much money can I get if you betray you?"

Seeing that Jue Yun didn't speak, he continued: "I never do business at a loss. I raised you just to let you give me money and let me become a high-ranking official. It's too early to sell you now. "

Jue Yun was stunned for a while. Although he didn't like this person, he suddenly realized that at least he was still useful, and this person would not betray him yet.

Jue Yun wrung his fingers and tentatively said: "If you don't betray me, I will let you be a high official and enjoy the blessings in the future."

Pei Jiqing asked, "How old are you now?"

"I..." Jue Yun thought that Pei Jiqing was questioning him, so he simply added five years to himself, "I am twelve this year."

"Okay!" Pei Jiqing patted him on the shoulder, smiled and stretched out a finger, "Let's pull the hook. You will be eighteen in six years. How about letting me be a high-ranking official then?"

Jue Yun looked at him, wondering if he should accept this promise, but six years is still a long time, anyway, when he grows up and has the ability to run out of the capital, he will definitely not have to see him again.

So he stretched out his tear-stained little finger and hung it on Pei Jiqing's finger.

Pei Jiqing felt the tears on that finger, so she smiled meanly: "This noodle can't be wasted, if you don't eat it, I'll put some chili to eat."

After finishing speaking, Pei Jiqing picked up the noodle bowl and walked out. He sat lightly on the small table outside the screen. Behind the screen, the child's intermittent crying with the sound of milk came softly. Pei Jiqing Ji Qing thought, Concubine Ming is probably a strong woman who never let her child shed a single tear, and now that there is no one around, the child finally cried freely.

Pei Jiqing raised his head, randomly stuffed the bowl of soaked noodles into his mouth, and drank the last sip of noodle soup. He raised his hand to wipe his eyes, but his eyes were completely dry, and he couldn't shed tears at all.

Suddenly the lights outside the window were brightly lit, it seemed that Xiao Wansheng had returned, and the servants tidied up for a while, and the whole Pingnanhou Mansion also returned to calm, Pei Jiqing blew out the lamps and candles, turned around the screen and approached the bed, Jue Yun seemed to be tired from crying, he Hugging the wet quilt, she quietly huddled in the corner of the bed, frowned and closed her eyes, her small chest rose and fell, breathing evenly.

Pei Jiqing lifted the quilt, lay down beside him timidly, frowned and looked inside, raised her face and closed her eyes.

"mother--"

Suddenly, something cold slapped him on the chest. Pei Jiqing turned around in fright, only to find that Jue Yun had also turned around, clasping a hand on his body, and he was babbling indistinctly. As he spoke, a lot of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Pei Jiqing covered that cold little hand, and gently pushed him away, and Jue Yun kicked up again, pressing on Pei Jiqing's injured leg.

Pei Jiqing gasped, but couldn't push him away, so he could only let this guy wrap around him, he sighed, turned his head to look at Jue Yun's painted face who was crying and sleeping, Jue Yun approached slowly, In the end, she pressed her small face to Pei Jiqing's chest, and buried her whole body in it.

Pei Jiqing finally couldn't help stretching out her hand, and gently wrapped Jue Yun in her arms.

Looking at his clingy appearance, it seems that he is no longer that little wolf with teeth and claws, but a puppy.

In the middle of the night, the east wind that could almost scratch a person's face was blown into the hut. Pei Jiqing managed to fall asleep, and suddenly heard a knock on the door. He opened his eyes and found that he was no longer surrounded by the nouveau riche of the Hou Mansion. It is not a decoration, but a firewood room.

"Pei Qi! Goddamn little bastard!" Before Pei Jiqing could react, a man yelled hoarsely, and simply kicked open the wood door of the stable. He grabbed the whip in the corner and slammed She slapped Pei Jiqing's leg and scolded: "You lose money! Who told you to fumble with those dirty hands? Who do you think you are?!"

Pei Jiqing felt cold and hurt, and was suddenly whipped at the bend of his legs, and knelt on the ground uncontrollably. He lowered his head and looked at his hand, which was dirty with frostbite and pus and blood. It seems much smaller than it is now.

He vaguely remembered that when he was twelve or thirteen years old, he was in the prince's mansion, and someone gave the prince a pure white pony. At that time, he was carrying water outside the stable, and saw that the pony was as beautiful as the one sold in the shop. Like a white porcelain ornament, I couldn't help but touch it.

Pei Jiqing was startled, pushed the man away and rushed into the courtyard. Everything was in line with his memory. He lived in the firewood house in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion, and through the courtyard wall, he could still hear the frequent visits of dignitaries on the streets of the capital. Absolutely sound of carriages and horses.

"You little bastard, how dare you push me!" The man seemed to be the former steward of the mansion. He grabbed Pei Jiqing by the ear, dragged him to the yard, and cursed, "How much is your bastard worth?" Money, chopped off is not as expensive as half a hair of this horse!"

The man was as angry as if his whole family had died. He scolded while copying the horsewhip, and lashed it directly on Pei Jiqing's tattered cotton coat. The black rotten cotton wool fell out along the cotton coat. The rough horsewhip touched the flesh and hung down. A streak of blood.

Xiaoxue rustled on his exposed wound, Pei Jiqing couldn't help twitching in pain, he stayed where he was, unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

"Cui Guanshi, what are you doing?"

In the wind and snow in the twelfth lunar month of winter, a young man in white suddenly walked into the courtyard gate. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, taller than his peers, and was wearing a thick cloak, with a handsome face wrapped in the cloak. In the fox fur on the top, the whole person is pure white, like a fairy boy walking out of the painting.

And Pei Jiqing's clothes were not only torn, but his only pair of cotton trousers was very short, exposing a shockingly thin ankle, which was almost frozen to gray.

"Yo, fifth master, why are you here alone!" The butler smiled and stood between Pei Jiqing and the young man, saying flatteringly: "This little bastard wants to touch a horse, and the servant knows that this is you and the crown prince." Raised, how dare the slave let him touch it!"

"The king came to see 'Xueyun', is the emperor at home?" The fifth master reached out his hand, stroked the mane of the white pony, turned his head and said: "This horse is really beautiful, he is just curious, why beat him so hard. "

"Oh, you bastard, if you don't hit him, you won't remember..."

"Then you don't have to..." Fifth Lord stopped suddenly after speaking halfway. He stared at the frightened face in front of him a little dazedly, and then said in a daze, "What's your name?"

Seeing that Pei Jiqing was silent, Cui Guanshi hurriedly said, "Pei Qi."

"Pei Qi? What kind of name is that?" Fifth Master lowered his head and took off his rabbit fur cloak, and stuffed it into Pei Jiqing's hand, "You don't have to work in this stable. The king and the emperor will report to you Be a bodyguard."

"Ah?" Cui Guanshi's pupils dilated, and he quickly pushed Pei Jiqing, "Thank you, Fifth Master, for your kindness."

Pei Jiqing hugged the clothes, and could even feel the warm body temperature on the clothes. He raised his head and murmured, "Five... Master?"

"Yes." The fifth master nodded, pointed at the white horse and smiled, "This horse belongs to the emperor's brother. If you like white horses, I will find another one for you."

Pei Jiqing didn't understand what was going on, and the scene changed in an instant, and the immature fifth prince in front of him had become the regent Fu Congjin, holding a jade jug filled with red crests, looking down from a height In the wet and cold sky prison, I was covered with scars.

At that time, Pei Jiqing was 32 years old. He went all the way from the humblest servant of the Prince's Mansion to a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, but he was about to die in this deep sky prison.

"Master Pei." Fu Congjin raised the corners of his mouth, showing a gentle and warm smile, but there were a few traces of sincere mockery in his eyes, "Now you understand? No matter how high you climb, you are just a slave, no matter how loyal you are, He will be the first to sacrifice you."

After finishing speaking, he threw his exquisite saber on the ground, raised the carved jug in his hand, and said softly: "Pei Aiqing, you can choose one."

The wind blew quickly, knocking the candle holder off the table and rolling to the ground, making a loud noise, Pei Jiqing woke up suddenly, the small window of the Nuan Pavilion was blown open by the wind, the strong wind carried Xiaoxue through the hall, and Jue Yun's body was pressing on his injured leg.

He hurriedly got out of bed, picked up the half bronze mirror in front of the table and took a picture, seeing that it was still Rong Luan's face, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

Sabre?

Pei Jiqing's heart tightened, and she suddenly lit the candlestick on the table.

☆、The rain is coming 07

Pei Jiqing closed the small window and stood outside the screen for a while, Jue Yun moved a little, stretched out his little hand and rubbed his eyes, as if he was about to wake up, Pei Jiqing stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, the child snored Turned over and went back to sleep.

Picking up the candlestick, Pei Jiqing saw that Jue Yun's eyes were swollen, but his face had returned to a calm expression, and it was no longer as worrying as last night. He had a nightmare in the middle of the night, and now it seems that , probably really fell asleep.

So he tucked up Jue Yun's quilt, put on a plain dress, and tied his hair on top of his head with a wooden hairpin. In front of the bronze mirror, Pei Jiqing suddenly smiled. This Mr. Rong looks a bit like him , but Mr. Rong is thinner than him, and there is a tear mole in the corner of his eye.

Pei Jiqing found some money from her pocket, then went out through the previous corner door again, glared at the servant who was guarding the night at the door, and ordered: "Don't tell Lord Hou that I have been out, do you hear me?"

"Yes." The servant seemed a little displeased with his yelling, and thought to himself, "Looking for death but not going to die, when the wife of the Hou's mansion comes back, I will kill you, a goblin."

Pei Jiqing turned around and found the yard where Yunxia was before. He knocked on the door a few times, but seeing no one answered, he opened the door and walked in. Yunxia seemed to have just come back. She was wearing a red dress, Her chest was very low, and she was wiping off the rouge on her face in front of the mirror. She turned her head and saw Pei Jiqing limping and holding on to the door, her face was pale, and she hurriedly stood up to help.

"Yo, Mr. Rong, it's midnight, what's wrong with you?" Yun Xia held her hair with her right hand and asked, "Could it be Lord Hou...?"

"Fart." Pei Jiqing looked up, "Master Hou is not in the mood to crush the cripple, I just didn't sleep well."

Yunxia put on her coat and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That silly child had nightmares, and his legs were on my lap all night." Pei Jiqing smiled wryly, "Raising a doll is really not easy. I thought I could drive him to the ground at night, but in the end I had to hug him to sleep .”

"You sleep on the floor, and you can't ask him to sleep!" Yunxia thought of Jueyun's cute little face, and smiled beautifully: "When you leave today, bring some braised pork I made to Xiaoyunzi!"

"Little Yunzi...?" Pei Jiqing turned her head with a look of disgust, "What? Are you calling so affectionately?"

Yun Xia took off her earrings and said with a smile, "Because he is good-looking."

"He's good-looking?" Pei Jiqing asked in surprise, "Then I'm not good-looking?"

"Bitch! Only men think you look good." Yunxia held her chin and smiled like a little girl in Huaichun, "I tell you, like their barbarians, don't look thin and white when you are young, but when you grow up, you will be thin and thin." Can grow up tall, with a high nose and deep eyes, much more handsome than us Central Plains people!"

"Okay, okay." Pei Jiqing pushed her away, and closed the door directly. He reached out to open the hidden compartment under Yunxia's bed, and took out the sword hidden before.

He came and went in a hurry that day, and he didn't observe carefully. He only felt that the sword was extremely exquisite. It was probably a relic left by the concubine Ming to the child. Only now did he realize that this sword is far more than that simple. It is completely a handicraft of the Central Plains. And it is extremely sharp, engraved with a magnificent dragon pattern on it, the lines are smooth, and the carving is exquisite, and its level of care is no less than that of the Chuanguo Yuxi.

And on the edge of the sword, there is also a piece of blue-gray ancient jade inlaid. The surface of the ancient jade is extremely smooth, and it emits a glimmering light that flows back and forth under the long candlelight.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

Pei Jiqing raised her hand suddenly, and put down Yunxia's maroon-red silver silk bed curtain, the sunlight was completely blocked, but the ancient jade still exuded a radiant and moist light, it turned out to be a night pearl.

"Wow, this is the night pearl..." Even though Yunxia lived a luxurious life, she had never seen such a big night pearl. She looked at Pei Jiqing without saying a word, just stared at the sword, and couldn't help stretching out her hand go.

"Don't touch it." Pei Jiqing suddenly raised his hand, blocked Yunxia from the sword, and quickly retracted the ancient sword into its scabbard.

"My old lady is too rare to touch!" Yunxia withdrew her hand and scolded, "It's not that you are begging for nothing to let my old lady stay here!"

Pei Jiqing took a deep breath, and suddenly recalled some old events vaguely. At that time, he was a teenager, and the Taishang Huang Fu, who was still the prince at the time, came to the palace to pay his respects. When he returned home, he carried a carved box and hid it in The secret room of the Prince's Mansion is placed on the main seat of many collections, and in front of it, there is also a pure gold animal head incense burner.

"You remember." Fu Congling turned his head and instructed: "Come to the secret room every day to exchange incense and make offerings. Don't let others see it."

"Master." Standing beside him, Pei Jiqing asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Do you want to see it? That's good, let you gain insight." Fu Congling smiled, and stretched out his hand to open the carved box, revealing a blue-gray ancient sword. Qing grew up in the Prince's Mansion, and had never seen such an exquisite weapon. He subconsciously wanted to touch it, but Fu Congling raised his hand and slammed the box shut.

Pei Jiqing realized that he was impolite, and quickly knelt down to apologize. Fu Congling raised his hand to signal him to get up, but his face was not as gentle as before. He looked at Pei Jiqing seriously, and said in a deep voice: "This is the sword of the Son of Heaven."

"Emperor Sword?"

Pei Jiqing finally understood why Fu Congjin had to use Xiao Wansheng to find such an unknown prince of a foreign race. It turned out that the emperor's ascension to the throne was not only dishonest, but also did not have the Emperor Sword in his hand.

The little prince is young and ignorant, so naturally there is nothing to be afraid of, but there are endless self-respecting people in the world. If the emperor sword is in the hands of the little prince, then whoever gets the little prince will get a legitimate name of being a teacher, and the regent will also learn from " The hero who was on the side of the Qing emperor became the anti-king who forced the emperor to retreat.

This matter will stick in Fu Congjin's throat forever like a sharp thorn, making him, the regent, restless.

Pei Jiqing stood up abruptly from the bed, and took out the letter written in blood. Before in the Hou Mansion, she had to be on guard against Xiao Wansheng at all times, so she didn't read it all the time, so she thought about taking it out now.

The blood book was probably written by Concubine Ming herself, perhaps because she knew too few Chinese characters, so the writing was intermittent, but the content was simple and clear, with only twelve crooked blood characters written on it: "General Xia Chengxi, take care of my son, Min Moon worship."

"Minyue" is probably the name of Concubine Ming, and the meaning of "take care of my son" is also very clear, and this "General Xia Chengxi" Pei Jiqing also knows it.But Xia Chengxi is the great Zhou Hussar General, the mother-in-law of Xuanping Hou Tangwei, a serious nobleman, and Pei Jiqing still didn't understand how he could know the concubine Ming who came from outside the Great Wall. This time on the "Qing Emperor's side", although he did not explicitly support the Regent, he also did not explicitly oppose it. How could Concubine Ming think of asking him to be lonely.

Pei Jiqing looked at the Sword of the Son of Heaven, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He originally saved the little prince to save the blood of the Supreme Emperor, but now he knows that the Supreme Emperor left the sword of the Son of Heaven to the little prince. That little prince is the real son of destiny, no matter whether he is born in a different race or not, he is a righteous emperor after all.

Because this sharp blade is the will of the Supreme Emperor.

Suddenly a maid knocked on the door, Yunxia raised her hand to signal her not to come in, Pei Jiqing turned around abruptly, wrapped the sword layer by layer with cloth, and tied the cloth bag to himself, he patted Yunxia on the shoulder, and said softly: " Let me borrow your Tianxianglou carriage."

Pei Jiqing drove a carriage alone, and traveled south along Yangchunfang. Yangchunfang was close to the outskirts of the city. The farther south he went, the closer he was to the city gate. Turning into a barren dirt road, Pei Jiqing hung the carriage on a crooked tree, and jumped off the carriage cautiously.

Although Yunxia is righteous, but she is a romantic person after all, and the guests she contacts are all high-ranking officials, people come and go, there is no guarantee that the Tianzi Sword will be seen by others, it is better to seal it in another place, and wait until Jueyun can leave the capital. Come and take it away.

And in the capital, the only place Pei Jiqing could think of was this small hill that no one wanted to get close to - Mass Burial Mound.

The night in early spring was cold and bitter, and the towering trees were only bare branches, like skeleton hands begging for the sky. Pei Jiqing found a short grave in the dead woods, and brushed away a piece of right The thin floating soil on the wooden plaque used for the tombstone called "Sister" softly.

He has been an orphan since he could remember. This elder sister is Afu, who was the only person in the prince's mansion who was willing to treat him well. But she got tuberculosis at the age of 17, died young, and her body was burned and buried hastily. into the depths of the mass graves.

Pei Jiqing dug up the soil under the wooden sign, revealing a small "grave chamber". He took out Afu's ashes, took off the cloth bag behind him, and carefully put them in.

The moment the urn was picked up, a petal suddenly fell. Pei Jiqing took a step back in fright, and almost threw the urn on the ground. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and picked up the petal. The petal was moist and soft, and it seemed that he had just picked it off not long ago. .

Pei Jiqing looked up, and only then did he realize that there was actually a cluster of pink peonies on a new grave nearby.

The peony is a valuable national beauty and famous flower. Those buried in the mass graves are all lonely and widowed people without relatives. No one would come here on weekdays, let alone bring such precious flowers. I didn't expect this humble person to Someone will remember.

Pei Jiqing looked at the new grave with some envy, lowered her head to bury the things, and was about to leave. At this moment, there were footsteps mixed with people and horses, and Pei Jiqing turned around quickly, limping Go deep into the woods.

However, the person who came to the mass grave in the barren mountain was not a passer-by. He was a tall and tall man with a handsome face, his long hair was tied on the top of his head with an old wooden hairpin, and he was dressed in high-quality plain satin. In the robe, he lowered his eyebrows and patted the mane of the white horse behind him, his eyes were gentle and clear.

With such a pair of eyes, no matter how plain the clothes he wears, it will make people feel that this is a family nobleman visiting in private.

Pei Jiqing stopped suddenly. He hid in the woods, staring at that person from afar.

There are many kinds of good looks in life, such as Rong Luan, but he is obviously a son of a family, but he always gives people an unreasonable style; but this person in front of him is different, his good looks make people think that this is a person with a fairy bone .

Pei Jiqing would always recognize that face, and his eyes would always be gentle and sincere, but he killed his nephew and sister-in-law, and pushed his brother into a desperate situation.

Fu Congjin.

The majestic king regent, over ten thousand people, came to the mass grave by himself in the middle of the night at the turn of the morning without a single guard.

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☆、The rain is coming 08

Pei Jiqing looked through the gap between the branches of the dead tree, and Fu Congjin's footsteps gradually slowed down. He stopped in front of the graveyard with peony flowers and put down the things in his hands.

This grave is not far from Afu's. Except for those dazzling peonies, it must have been meticulously repaired. There is even a small incense burner, which stands out among the unattended messy graves in the mass graves. exceptionally clean.

Fu Congjin half-kneeled on the ground and dug a few times, and lifted a bluestone slab under the soil, revealing a small "tomb chamber" under the slab. He opened the black package, and inside was a blue-gray urn. .

He looked at the pale tombstone, stretched out a hand with sharp bones, and brushed the urn with some nostalgia.

Pei Jiqing was taken aback, although he knew that Fu Congjin knew martial arts, and his hearing and senses were more sensitive than ordinary people, but he was really curious, so he moved slowly against the tree trunk, squinting his eyes to see as much as possible, but he still couldn't see it. The words on the tombstone are clear, as if there are no words on the tombstone at all.

The white horse raised its hooves violently, and shook its head and tail at Fu Congjin. Pei Jiqing was startled and fell into the bushes.

"Xueyu, be quiet."

Fu Congjin turned his head to look at the white horse, and the white horse lowered his head. He smiled slightly in Pei Jiqing's direction, "My horse is on alert. You are not in pain, sir."

It was only then that Pei Jiqing noticed that Fu Congjin smelled of alcohol. Although he had martial arts, his five senses would deteriorate after drinking enough alcohol. This was probably the reason why he never noticed that he was nearby.

But now that it has been discovered, Pei Jiqing had no choice but to come out timidly. He touched the back of the horse with a dry smile, and said softly: "My lord's horse is very beautiful."

Xueyu turned her head and stared at him with two huge horse eyes, her nostrils were constantly blowing air, and her tail was wagging restlessly. Pei Jiqing looked up at the horse's back, where he touched it, suddenly there was a Black handprints.

Pei Jiqing took two steps back uneasily, looked down at her hand that was covered in mud from letting go of the sword, and said timidly: "I'm really sorry I made your lord's horse dirty..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Congjin raised his head in a daze, with an incomprehensible look in his eyes.

Pei Jiqing didn't know what went wrong, he intentionally avoided Fu Congjin's gaze, and hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his lapel, trying to wipe off the stains on the horse's back, Xueyu was frightened for the second time, but because of the master's order, she just sideways He took two steps back with his body, and flicked his tail back and forth.

Pei Jiqing glanced at the dog-like horse and grinned, expressing his sincerity.

"It doesn't matter, you don't need to worry about it." Fu Congjin quickly came back to his senses, looked at him a few times, and said softly: "How does the young master know that I am an 'adult'?"

Pei Jiqing laughed dryly: "Because I am a villain, everyone else is an adult."

"I think the young master looks familiar." Fu Congjin turned around and offered a clean bluestone for Pei Jiqing, "Have I met the young master before, are you... Mr. Rong? Why are you here?"

"Me? I drank some wine in Yangchunfang, so I went out for a walk, and accidentally came to this graveyard." Pei Jiqing pretended to be drunk, and knelt down in surprise: "It's the grass people who didn't recognize the prince. Damn it for dirtying the prince's horse."

Fu Congjin looked at him, a trace of fear flashed in his gentle eyes, he stayed for a moment, stretched out his hand to pull Pei Jiqing up, and said intermittently with some alcohol, "Young master... also... like this horse?"

"Ah?" Pei Jiqing was stunned for a moment, and said with a dry smile: "The prince's horse is white and beautiful, and the grassroots naturally like it."

"This horse has been with me for many years... I can't give it as a gift." Fu Congjin stroked Xueyu's mane slowly, and said softly: "If you like white horses, my lord... I will find another one for you."

Pei Jiqing really didn't know what Fu Congjin was trying to trick, so he could only nod along with him. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the blank tombstone, and asked, "My lord, it's freezing cold, what are you doing here?"

"This king is here to visit an old man." Fu Congjin knelt down and put the urn into the tomb. "There are rumors in the capital that Mr. Rong failed to commit suicide, but he seemed to be a different person."

"The rumors in the capital are probably much worse than what the prince is saying at this moment." Pei Jiqing shook her head with a smile, and said softly, "But one must live."

Fu Congjin was stunned for a moment, looked up at Pei Jiqing's face, but smiled like self-deprecating, and then said softly: "Young master is right."

There was a sudden wind blowing at the mass graves, Pei Jiqing was already scared, but now he felt the cold wind was biting his bones, he didn't want to stay for a long time, and he didn't care at all that a person like Fu Congjin, who had a deep city, would have any old friends worth visiting alone in the middle of the night, Since it has nothing to do with the little prince, it is natural to leave.

So, he cupped his hands and said: "Caomin sneaked out to drink. If I don't go back now, Lord Hou will break my leg again. Then Caomin will have no legs to go. It's cold and dew heavy, so my lord should go back earlier."

"There are not many opportunities to visit the deceased." Fu Congjin pointed to the blank tombstone and said with a smile, "I will stay for a while."

"That's right, that grassroots..." Pei Jiqing lowered her eyebrows, and suddenly said shamelessly: "The prince said earlier that he would reward me with a white horse. Are you serious?"

Fu Congjin turned his head and said, "Naturally."

"My lord is always busy, but the walls of the palace are extremely high, how can people like grass people get in." Pei Jiqing was calm, but his heart was already shaking, "Your lord, you want to leave me a token."

"Okay." Fu Congjin smiled, took a pendant from his body and handed it over, "You have to bring it to the palace when you have time, and this king will give you a white horse."

Pei Jiqing took it happily, and said softly: "Then I will accept it."

He didn't care about white horses or not, but since Fu Congjin spoke drunk, he pretended to be drunk and asked him for a token. Now that the capital is locked down, if he wants to take the little prince out of the capital, he will hold the regent's passport in his hand. A keepsake is naturally more reassuring than empty hands.

After Pei Jiqing left, Xueyu came over with her four hooves swinging. She shook her tail, as if urging Fu Congjin to go back.

"You say that people have to be alive and alive, so they don't know what will happen in the future." Fu Congjin got up slowly, touched the stains on Xueyu's snow-white fur that were no longer visible, and said softly, a little dazed: "This is a tribute." I have two famous horses, one Xueyun and the other Xueyu, so I can’t give you away, if you like white horses, I will go find another one.”

The sky had just turned pale, and for some reason, there was already a commotion in Pingnanhou's mansion. It seemed that someone was moving things inside. Jue Yun held the quilt tightly with his little hands. He turned over and hit his head on the wall with a muffled sound. ring.

Jue Yun rubbed his head, dazedly stretched out his small hands to look around, and found that there was no one around him, he hurriedly jumped off the bed, staggered across the screen, but found that there was no one in the hall either.

Where's that bad guy, Uncle Pei?

Jueyun pushed open the door, and there were two sweeping boys standing in the courtyard. They glanced at Jueyun, then at the room, with strange smiles on their faces.

"I'm asking you!" Jue Yun stretched out his finger and pointed at the boy, "Well, where's Uncle Pei?"

"What Uncle Pei?" The servant raised his head impatiently, staring and said, "Who are you? Talking to us like that."

Jue Yun shook his head, lowered his voice slightly, and said, "Hi, that's the man who lives here, where did he go?"

"A man? You mean Mr. Rong." The boy put down his broom, and seemed to understand who Jue Yun was asking. He smiled crookedly and said, "You said, he is a man? He is not."

"How is it possible!" Jue Yun widened his eyes anxiously, and limped to the side of the servant, "Isn't he a man?"

"He's not a man, he's a monster." The servant softly leaned into Jue Yun's ear, "He's a chrysanthemum, he's a favorite of Lord Hou, how can he be considered a man?"

"Monster?!" Jue Yun raised his head and said, "What is a male pet?"

"You don't even know about male pets?" The boy looked wretchedly at the broom in his hand, and said softly, "It's just to sleep with men."

Jue Yun couldn't understand his obscenity, but he was very anxious in his heart. If Pei Jiqing was a monster, wouldn't it be possible for Pei Jiqing to come back because his mother's relics had been taken over by the monster?

Seeing his panicked expression, the boy asked in confusion, "You kid bought in Yangchunfang, why can't you even understand this?"

"What did you say?" Pei Jiqing's voice suddenly came from behind them, "Brother, the yard is very clean, isn't it?"

The young man turned his head and retreated to the side, sweating profusely.

"Such a young child can talk nonsense in front of his face. He has no virtue at all!" Pei Jiqing glared at the boy, then dragged Jueyun back to his room, and said viciously, "Who taught you to run away?"

Jue Yun was still thinking about the new words just now, so he said: "Then you sleep with me, you should be my male favourite."

Pei Jiqing looked at him angrily, and remained silent for a while, "I'm thinking about something every day in my little head."

Suddenly, a "hum--" sounded in the air.

"Okay, young master." Pei Jiqing sat down helplessly, put a package of things on the table, tapped the table and said, "I just went to buy you breakfast, you eat first, I'll make the medicine."

Jue Yun took a look, and there was indeed a package of hot cakes on the table, he opened the wrapped oil paper, took out a piece of steaming golden hair cake, carefully broke off a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed.

The millet hair cake was sticky and mild, Jue Yun was sad and frightened last night and didn't eat anything, now his chest was already hungry and his back was pressed, so he stuffed the whole piece of hair cake into his mouth.

"I won't fight with you, drink some water first." Pei Jiqing poured him a glass of water, reached out to pat the fried hair on his head, and asked, "What's the matter? I don't brush my teeth or hair. comb?"

Jue Yun touched his hair, as if thinking of something, his small face became gloomy again, and the hand holding the hair cake slowly dropped, Pei Jiqing sighed, took out a comb from the drawer, and slowly brushed his hair fold up.

"Your mother wants you to live well." Pei Jiqing tied his hair for him, and stuffed food into his mouth again, "I miss her for an hour every day, and eat and sleep well at other times, your mother will be happy for you. "

Jue Yun nodded half-understood. He glanced at Pei Jiqing, pointed to the cake on the table, and whispered, "You eat it too."

"I'm going to decoct the medicine first." Pei Jiqing took out the purchased medicinal materials from the small cabinet, and walked towards the small kitchen with it.

The small kitchen was filled with smoke, and although the maid secretly looked down on him, she was still very polite on the face. Pei Jiqing cooked the medicine, took a can of candied fruit, and carefully carried the medicine jar back.

There were people coming and going in the Hou's mansion, Pei Jiqing asked a few words, it seemed that they were all preparing for Xiao Wansheng's new marriage, his new wife was called Lin Yan, and she was the youngest daughter of Lin Chen, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment.

Pei Jiqing thought, although Jue Yun's injury was serious, but after all, he didn't hurt his bones, and he looked much better today; let's not mention Xiao Wansheng first, that is, the new wife with a high position is going to pass, and it is really difficult for them to stay .

Pei Jiqing suddenly thought of that letter, he put the medicine on the table, Jue Yun's cheeks bulged, looked at the bowl of black soup with some disgust, turned around and continued to eat.

Pei Jiqing pulled him over and asked, "Do you know 'Xia Chengxi'?"

"never heard of that."

Jue Yun shook his head with his hair cake in his arms, like a little squirrel.

Pei Jiqing was a little surprised. Concubine Ming's letter had a total of twelve characters, and "Xia Chengxi" accounted for a quarter. How could Jue Yun not have any impression.

He was stunned for a while, unable to believe it: "Xiao Yunzi, you don't know how to read..."

"I know, but I don't know