Chapter 567: Warm treasure, I am hurting 217

However, the grandmother in the imaginary imagination is obviously a very ordinary person, how could it appear in the place of the Imperial Tomb...
Wen Jian looked up and looked at the beggars around him, but he didn't immediately tell him, just took his little hand and came to the big hall of the grand hall. He ordered the incense and handed it to him. The voice was gentle: "Be careful. ""
Wen Jian took it over obediently and carefully caught it.
Then I walked to the bottom of a spiritual position, and Wen Jian did not quite understand the Chinese characters on the tablet, but I heard the saying: "Small Jane, this is your grandmother, and your majesty gives your grandmother a head."
Wen Jianyu nodded and followed the Ji Xubai.
This is also the first time that Ji Xubai came to worship. He looked at the cold and spiritual position. There were many words in his heart that he wanted to tell, but in the end it was just a sentence in his heart - I know that you are not optimistic about me. And Wen Zhizhi, in the future, I will use my own actions to prove, I will repent, and will spend the rest of my life to compensate Wen Zhizhi and Wen Jian.
At that time, Wen Jian was also looking at the spirit.
The little guy's eyes are too pure and clean, without the slightest impurities, with a touch of confusion and ignorance, looking at the spiritual position of worship.
He seems to have gradually seen the two characters.
Chi Yun.
The little guy thought of something cold.
I haven't slowed down, and I have already taken away the incense in his hand. Wen Jian touched out the neck of his neck and gave him a jade necklace. The inside is also engraved with exactly the same word - cloud .
Wen Jian looked up and looked at the spirit with some confusion. It was really unbearable to ask the mouth. "Grandmother...is it...the status is very honorable?"
Although Wen Jian is only four years old, but since childhood, she has been stunned by her mother. Naturally, she knows what kind of place the imperial mausoleum is. However, how can Wen’s grandmother be among the emperors...
Ji Xubai did not take advantage of the little guy, and faintly nodded: "Your grandmother is late, but there are not many people who know this. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Xiaojian can't tell others."
The little guy frowned at the entanglement: "Can't you say it?"
Wen Yan, Ji Xubai smiled faintly: "Youth can be." Moreover, according to Wen Zhi, the relationship between the two people is warm, and there is nothing to say, and it is natural to say that the number is warm. .
After coming out of the main hall, Ji Xubai took the little guy to the other places in the imperial tomb to appreciate the good words of the ancestors. Wen Jian was very interested in it. After a long morning, I learned a lot from the mouth. Things that I have never known before, but one yard of code, as long as I think that I used to hurt my mother, I will never forgive me.
"This is... the monument that Mr. Mu Li Lao left before his death." Ji Xubai paused in a pavilion and looked at the verse on the tablet. After a long while, he whispered. "Your mother. When I was studying in the academy, I loved reading the poems of his old man. She always said that Mu Li’s poems were indifferent, but I was going to marry her with Mu Li’s self-reward...
Ji Xubai remembered That period of past, it was funny and sad, but in the end it was just a bitter bitter smile, and said: "Now it seems that she is right."
Probably because at that time, my heart had long been convinced that it was wrong to know what to do, so I would never agree with her.