The villain is addicted to tease me

Yi Wang Zheng Lixiao sent someone to send a post to Qin Wenxian, saying that Chunyu Building will open on April [-]st, and invited him to play together.

Qin Wenxian found an excuse and sent someone to send him away. He didn't go to Chunyu Tower, firstly because he didn't want to see Jiang Future, and secondly because of his father's warning.

It will be Qingming in a few days, Qin Wenxian sent someone to prepare some paper money for worship, and used it to visit the graves of grandma and two uncles.

His mother was still in the palace with his sister, and only he, his father, and his grandfather were the only ones going to visit the grave during the Spring Festival. Qin Wenxian planned to go into the palace to visit his mother and sister after the Qingming Festival.

During the Qingming Festival, there were many rains, and under the gloomy sky, the Qin family cemetery on the outskirts of the mountain looked particularly solemn.

Although General Qin Hong was in good health, he was old after all. He got out of the carriage at the foot of the mountain and gasped for breath after walking a long section of the mountain road. Qin Wenxian asked Rong Fei to walk behind with his grandfather. get ahead.

In fact, Qin Wenxian persuaded grandpa two years ago that he could come to visit the grave, and grandpa didn't have to come in person, but grandpa is a strong person, even if he is old and late, what he insisted on will not change.

For more than 20 years, he has insisted on visiting the tombs of his wife and two sons every Qingming Festival to see if there are any weeds next to the tombstones. If there are any weeds, he must personally weed them and burn paper money for them.

After sweeping the grave, a group of people went down the mountain along the road.

Shen Mujiu didn't speak all the way. Although he was always reticent, Qin Wenxian still clearly felt that his father seemed to have something on his mind recently.

"Father, do you think my sister's child is a son or a daughter?"

Not wanting the atmosphere to be too heavy, Qin Wenxian deliberately found a topic that would make people happy.

Shen Mujiu pondered for a while, "I hope it's a daughter, that would be safer for Zhiya."

Qin Wenxian understood what his father meant, and was moved for a moment.

In the harem, the struggle between concubines and concubines was undercurrent.For a concubine, her appearance, talent, personality, natal family's influence... are all bargaining chips in the struggle.

The most important bargaining chip is of course the emperor's heir. The prince can certainly bring honor and favor to the mother and concubine, and the mother is precious by the child, and can even secretly hold the hope of "one day becoming the queen mother".

However, if there is a prince, there will be more conflicts of interests in various aspects.Just because there are too many people who want to be the queen mother, since the birth of a prince, he and the family behind him have to face the struggles of other forces. If he is not careful, it is not only the prince who is difficult to survive in the conspiracy. , His relatives were not spared.

If there is a princess, although it is not as noble as the prince, the mother concubine who continues the royal blood is still a merit to the royal family, and can maintain a relatively stable position in the harem without being persecuted.

Father said that he wanted his sister to give birth to a princess, so he didn't want his sister to be involved in political battles, but only wanted her to live a stable life in the harem.

Although his father looks cold and reticent, he has a clear mind and loves his sister very much.

Thinking of this, Qin Wenxian suddenly missed his sister very much. It seemed that he hadn't seen her for a long time, and he really wanted to take a walk with her, chat and share each other's feelings.

"Woo-wow-"

Walking to the mountainside, a strange cry suddenly occurred in the mountains, like a baby's miserable cry. The sound echoed in the empty mountains and fields, making one's scalp numb.

"What sound?" Sensing the ominous atmosphere, Qin Hong frowned.

The voice was very familiar, and Qin Wenxian's heart skipped a beat, remembering that it was the voice of an owl, Jiang Future's owl!Did he come here too? !

Shen Mujiu looked back at the mountain, his quiet eyes were slightly turbulent, he turned his head and said lightly: "It's an owl, it's okay. Rong Fei, hurry up and send the general down the mountain and get into the carriage."

"Yes." Rong Fei respectfully supported Qin Hong and walked down the mountain.

Qin Wenxian glanced at his father silently, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, how could his father be more sensitive than him?

Unknowingly, his pace slowed down. At this time, a gust of wind blew yellow paper money, and the humid air in the mountains smelled of ashes.

A piece of yellow paper money floated in front of Qin Wenxian, and he took it with his hand. Looking back suddenly, he saw a figure sitting on a big tree not far away, wearing white clothes, waving yellow paper money casually, flying with the wind spread.

Through the branches, you can see his face, which is so handsome that it seems to have a demonic look, there is a sneer on his lips, and his eyes are more gloomy than the clear weather.

Heart inexplicably tightened, Qin Wenxian stopped in his tracks, and tightly squeezed the yellow paper money in his hand.

It really was Jiang Future!

Did he come here on purpose to throw paper money?

Just when he went up the mountain with his family to worship his relatives?

What is he trying to do?

This person is really too problematic.

"Wen Xian, why don't you leave?"

Qin Wenxian woke up with a start when his father's voice came from ahead.Shen Mujiu had already gone a long way, but when he turned around, he found that Qin Wenxian hadn't followed.

"Oh... I'm a little tired, stop and take a look at the scenery." Qin Wenxian didn't want his father to discover Jiang Future's existence, so he quickly followed his father's footsteps.

When he walked to Shen Mujiu's side, Qin Wenxian pretended to smile at him nonchalantly, walked a few steps, and carefully turned his head to look at the big tree behind, but the strange thing was that there was no white shadow on the tree at this time up.

The hooting of the owl, the floating yellow paper money, the white figure on the tree... Those details just now were so amazing, but they seemed to be just his hallucinations.