Chapter 275: Only for the lonely grave

Miss Jun looked at the people who were going ahead.
After a while, a village was visible in front.
At this time, there is still no distance from the capital, and at best it is a few miles away.
The villages in the vicinity of the capital are just a few.
Now in this direction:
Miss Jun stopped to look around and looked forward.
Lujiazhuang.
Lu Yunqi's hometown.
She did not come here with Lu Yunqi, but Lu Yunqi told her.
He is going to Lujiazhuang?
Miss Jun looked at the figure in the night.
Where can I deal with Lu Yunqi?
Lujiazhuang has something to deal with him.
Miss Jun sighed in her heart.
Lu Yunqi was born at the time of his mother's death. At the age of ten, he lost his father. There was no relatives and friends in the family. He was not starved to death by relying on his father's Jin Yiwei errand. He didn't even have a house in Lujiazhuang. He had never taken it home. Tomb.
Tomb.
Miss Jun is a little distracted.
After talking about his death, was he buried with his father and mother?
My father was buried in the emperor's tomb with the mother as a crown prince. Is it a long companion under the father's mother's tomb?
Miss Jun suddenly thought of where she should go after the dawn, and take a look at the remote side of the Imperial Tomb.
Her eyes were so bitter, I don't know if it was grief or for the night, she suddenly didn't want to follow Zhu Xi.
After all, he has nothing to do with her.
She looked in front of her eyes.
The fog seems to change in a moment, like a drop of clear water in the thick ink, and more and more clear water is injected, the night fades, the blue light, the east gradually white.
The night passed and the morning arrived.
The figure in the blue light has become clearer, and it is very conspicuous to walk in the wilderness.
He suddenly stopped his foot, and Miss Jun hesitated to stand in the thick bushes without moving.
I have not planned to say hello, I will not let him find himself.
He did not look back, but reached out and pulled off his beard on his face, revealing a smooth and beautiful face in the blue light.
Sure enough, Zhu Xi, he did not change anything compared to Huai Qing House.
He reached out and touched his face. The thick eyebrows wrinkled and seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied. Then he rolled up his sleeves and leaned over and took the dew on the roadside to cover his face.
Over and over again, one after another, after three times, I straightened up and touched my face again to show a satisfactory smile.
If there is a mirror at this time, Miss Jun has no doubt that he will take a careful photo.
Since Huaiqing House, he hasn’t changed much. It’s still so inexplicable.
Zhu Xi also used the hand with dew to care for the hair, patted the clothes, and the clothes on the clothes became wrinkled and messy and stained with blood.
The wrinkles and messy dust can be removed by the pats, but the blood is a little troublesome. Zhu Xi wiped a dew and carefully licked the blood on the corner of the clothes, but the blood stained more and more.
He smacked the corner of the dress with some anger, and gave up what he said, and the whole shirt was quite ridged and strode forward again.
Did this person forget that he was still being pursued?
Or is he so sure that the person in Jinyiwei can't find him?
After Miss Jun looked back at her eyes, even if no one was chasing after him, who can guarantee whether the net has been opened in front.
This Zhu Xi, grabbed it and arrested it. There is a country, and the emperor can’t really take him. Why bother to do so, and what good.
When you come to Beijing, you can still go, then the emperor will not have to be an emperor.
Is it a headache for such a son to be a wise and outstanding person?
Miss Jun looked at Zhu Xi through the bushes.
She didn't take another step, thinking about waiting for him to go far, and he turned around and left.
Zhu Xi was not far behind, not as elusive as last night. He slowly walked around and looked at the left and right, like a villager who wandered early.
Miss Jun feels that she is very patient under Master's tempering, but at this time she is also impatient.
Or just turn around and go and find out when he finds out, what can he do, can he only come to Beijing? Can the road only let him go? It’s just a matter of right and left.
She had to turn around and see Zhu Xi stop at the end of the road.
The road naturally has no end, and the so-called end is just that road turning or a downhill.
The blue light faded a bit, and Miss Jun’s eyes became clearer, so in addition to Zhu Xi, she also saw a wooden house by the road.
Of course, in the wilderness, a wooden house will not be built for no reason. In fact, it is not an ordinary wooden house. It is a house for keeping the tomb.
It’s not bad to have a grave in the graves of ordinary people. It’s better to set up a monument. Even better, it’s more elegant. It’s equipped with a dark building. Of course, the specifications are much smaller than the actual ones, indicating that they are used by living people. different.
At this time, the wooden houses on the side of Zhu Xi are better than those in the Ming House. This is specially for the grave guards.
Only those cemeteries of the princes and nobles were equipped with cemeteries and cleaned the guards’ tombs.
Does Lujiazhuang have the tomb of the royal family?
The thought flashed, and Miss Jun’s body was suddenly stiff, and the hand hanging on her side was also smashed.
The royal family of Lujiazhuang.
She came out from behind the bushes and walked to the place where Zhu Xi was.
Her footsteps are still light and silent, her expression is still calm and easy, and rushing toward the gradually rising morning light.
Zhu Xi has disappeared at the end of the road.
Miss Jun stood at the end of the road.
She guessed wrong, the end of the road is not a turn or a downhill, but it is really the end, the front is no longer a road, but a graveyard, specifically a tomb.
There are not many tombs in the mausoleum, only six scattered.
The repairs were neat and clean, and there was no one in the wild grass. The pines and cypresses in front of the mausoleum had traces of freshly trimmed, and the tomb guards here were very thoughtful.
And there is a tomb that looks like a very high specification and is very new. It is obvious that someone has worshipped it before.
Miss Jun looked at the tombstone, and the condescending can clearly see the words on it.
Nine-year-old princess.
My tomb, it turned out to be the grave of the Lu family.
I was bound by this during my lifetime and was still bound after death.
Miss Jun’s line of sight became a bit fuzzy, and at the same time the first day of the morning sun emerged from the big underground, so she had to see the tombstone before.
Zhu Xi still stood there, seemingly restrained to reach out and touch, and then carefully took out two small bottles from his arms.
What is he doing?
What is in the bottle?
Is he going to retaliate against Lu Yunqi by destroying his own tomb?
It’s ridiculous, Lu Yunqi can’t be angry, and it’s too late to be happy.
Miss Jun looked at Zhu Xi and dumped a small bottle on the stone platform in front of the tomb. Under the morning light, it seemed to be a dry rotten leaf.
what? Want to use fire?
Miss Jun frowned slightly, then saw Zhu Xi dumping another bottle.
This bottle is dark juice.
Fire oil?
The juice falls on the rotten leaves, and the rotten leaves are instantly wet.
There was no fire, no burning, and the rotten leaves were only stretched out on the stone platform.
What is this doing?
Miss Jun’s thought flashed again, then she slammed her eyes wide open and her mouth opened.
The group of dead grass leaves turned red, and stretched like a blooming red flower.
Not like, that is a flower.
Miss Jun recognized this flower, but she never saw it before.
Northland sand birch.
This is a flower that grows only in the north of Zhenbei. It blooms on a cliff. When it blooms, it is like a fire on the cliff. But it will immediately wither away. It is said that it can be kept bright and long-lasting only by human blood nourishment.
So many people there use this flower to express their love for their lover, take it off, cut their hands, and shed blood to give to their favorite people.
When she was a child, she was very curious about this legend. She also turned over the book or let the people she saw painted for her.
Moreover, she also wants to personally verify whether she can nourish it with blood. As long as the father has a word, even if it is difficult, it can be sent to Beijing.
However, her father was strictly educated by the literati, and he was kind and generous. He would never allow her to do such ridiculous things. One did not like blood, and the other did not like to hurt the people.
But she is just a child, she can't manage so many things.
Then she was beaten down from the wall of the country's public family, and then the country came to visit, and then she asked Cheng Guogong to secretly send her a flower at the right time to let her see and see.
Then she left the capital to the south, then she never saw Cheng Guogong, then her father and mother died, and then she died.
She forgot about it, until now she saw this flower.
The flower was picked up by hand and left Miss Jun’s sight.
Miss Jun looked at the person holding the flower.
Zhu Xi raised his hand and raised it, and the flower was steady and accurate on the tombstone.
At this time, the sun is also completely jumped out from the big underground, and it is spread on the safflower to make it shine and like the freshly picked fresh and fresh.
He crossed the thousand miles from the north.
He escaped from escorting.
He hid Tibet in the east and went north in the south.
He changed his name to a surname, and he was easy to install.
He smashed the capital, killed the brocade, and rushed to the city gate.
He missed the night and went to the morning.
Is it to hand a flower in front of this tomb?
Miss Jun stood in the same place and seemed to be blinded by the sun, and she could not see anything.

Thanks to the ice in the south for a dozen eggs.
Thanks for the indifference of dust and smoke
Thanks to the Polaris HXL, the choice of Hessian.
Thank you all, (づ ̄3 ̄)づ╭?~