Qingchuan History

Chapter 809 Shadow and Trace
Ruan Xueyin's post as interim chief has not been relinquished.

According to this year's plan, the appointment of officials at all levels in the entire new district will be finalized - that is, after Gu Xinglang's visit in person, they will officially step down, and the mission of the princess of the motherland to win the hearts of the people will be considered completed.

Therefore, this time, all the officials still have to pay homage to the queen according to the etiquette of meeting with the chief, and report on their duties at the same time.

This matter was arranged for this afternoon.Unavoidably late, Ruan Xueyin hurriedly ate her breakfast, and finally left the house before noon, heading straight to the place where A Yue Qingzi recuperated.

The place was the students she asked yesterday, and she didn't know anyone from the Huifu Yamen or Xue Zhan; now she went out in a simple way, changed into casual clothes, wore a bamboo hat, and was accompanied by hidden guards, avoiding people all the way.

The wooden house is simple, but not dusty.It has only been two months since the death of Ah Yue Pistachio, and the humidity in the southwest is not easy to attract dust.

She stepped in slowly, taking advantage of the sunlight to look at the ground, trying to step on a clean place so as not to destroy any clues.

Clean everywhere.

There are no clues at all.

The dead are gone, and the cemetery has been taken care of very decently, let alone the former residence.

But cleansing can also be a means of killing spider silk.

She secretly hoped that she was suspicious.

Finally, on the gray wall next to the bed, I found some traces of the girl's life during her illness.

They are some paintings, which seem to be carved with the edges and corners of gravel. They are very light, with pale and thin lines-probably due to poor health and lack of strength.

There were no mattresses or quilts on the bed, and it was empty. Ruan Xueyin leaned over and sat there, imagining the scene of Pistachio graffiti while sick, and began to look at those paintings.

Flowers, grass by the wall, houses, vague people.The brush strokes are immature, without any aesthetic feeling, and it looks like someone who can't paint is reluctant to carve.

Judging from the fact that it took more than two months from the illness to the death of everyone, if she used painting to pass the time, two months would be too little painting.

Ruan Xueyin always felt that this was her painting.

She lay down, pretending to be doodling in the bedridden state of a patient.

From left to right, from top to bottom, very smoothly, just where these things are located.

one round.

Dying?
She had no reason to think so, and when she looked again, there were two people, one big and one small, about the same height, both had long hair, obviously women.

Is it the scene when I was with my mother in my memory?
Won't.A Yue Pistachio was abandoned since she was a child, and has never seen her mother, and there is a difference in height in this painting—if the taller one is an adult and the shorter one is herself, then she must be at least a teenager.

We first met in Ci'an courtyard, this girl is fourteen years old.

Because of her loneliness and helplessness, she especially cherishes the road to safety that came unexpectedly, and she also respects and even attaches to Ruan Xueyin.

"Teacher, safe journey." The voice is still in my ears, but the picture is clear.

Her heart trembled, and she suddenly realized that the taller person in the painting might be herself.

The flowers are flowers from the spring of the previous year, the grass beside the wall is the grass beside the wall of the courtyard, and the house is Ci'an small courtyard.

Is it true?At the time of death, looking back on the short life, only a few moments of warmth can be recorded in stone.

Walking out of the wooden house, Ruan Xueyin was in a daze.Ning'an's sunlight shines on her body through thin clouds, and she feels stinging pain again.

The bamboo hat is wearing a veil, and the path in front of me can still be seen clearly through the gap in the veil. Not far away, there is a little girl squatting on the side of the road, about eight or nine years old, scratching the ground with a stone.

Sensing someone approaching, the little girl looked up.

Ruan Xueyin didn't want to scare the snake, but even though she was caught by this scene, she didn't stop.

But after walking for a while, he became suspicious, turned back, and knelt down in front of the little girl. "Have I met you?"

She hadn't removed her veil, and she looked at the little girl in astonishment.

Fang reacted, and gently lifted a corner to reveal half of his face.

The little girl remained stunned for a second, then suddenly exclaimed: "Husband—no, Huang—"

Ruan Xueyin covered her mouth with a "hush".

"You have been to Ci'an Small Courtyard to attend lectures. We have met at least once."

The little girl nodded.

"Have you been there recently?"

The little girl shook her head.

"How long has it been?" Ruan Xueyin withdrew her hand.

"Almost a year." Knowing that he had to avoid people, the other party answered in a low voice.

"Why?"

"My parents said it's not good to go. I'm a girl, so it's better to stay at home."

"What's wrong?"

The little girl shook her head again, not knowing what she meant.

"Do you know Ayue pistachio? A big sister who often studies medicine in a small hospital and also goes to take care of the wounded in the camp."

The little girl was still shaking her head.

This child probably hasn't been to school a few times, so she only felt familiar but didn't recognize it, so it was "madam" rather than the teacher that the other party wanted to call.

Only those girls whom she had personally named and often took to study called teachers.

But the parents refused to let them go to the small courtyard, saying it was not good to go, and it was safe for the girl to stay at home. This was a clue.

"Don't say you've met me, okay?" Ruan Xueyin stretched out her hand like a hook, "It's a secret between you and Her Highness the Queen."

In the middle of the hour, Her Royal Highness the Queen appeared in the government office on time to receive the audience of the officials.

They are all very respectful and courteous.The civil servants first reported on their duties, each of which was a long and voluminous summary of political achievements in the past two years, many of which she had already read from the memorials in the Imperial Study Room of the Wanlan Palace.

To her, listening to politics is called "capable but not happy".

The 14-year-old Gu Xinglang must have felt the same way when he first sat on the dragon chair.

She listens with one ear and asks questions from time to time; with the other ear, she pays attention to the song of the spring warbler and thinks about it.

I don't know how many years he has persisted in this mood.

Is it still today?Or in order to deal with the dark situation, he finally regarded the emperor's ways and techniques as normal and integrated them into his flesh and blood?

The years are long, personnel changes, and this year's Gu Xinglang is different from last year, the year before, and ten years ago.

In the evening, after all the civil servants had finished their statements, Xue Zhan led several generals under his command to briefly report the situation in the army.

In fact, when she was there the year before last, she only cared about "politics" and didn't care about "military".Xue Zhan was in charge of post-war barracks affairs, and had always reported directly to Gu Xinglang who was far away in Jidu. Today, he brought people to report on his duties, most of which were ordered by the lord—to pay respects to the empress and interim chief, all civil and military officials must do their duty to show their respect.

Xue Ruji and Chai Ying, as the queen's attendants, were also present as they might participate in the promotion of girls' classes in the new district.So that when the officials dispersed, Ruan Xueyin called Xue Zhan to stop again, and gave the siblings two opportunities to talk.

The two were unfamiliar, and they greeted each other politely. When Xue Ru sent his elder brother outside the door according to the ceremony, Ruan Xueyin watched from a distance, but still could not feel the warmth of meeting relatives.

"Xue Ruji, who is courteous, doesn't smile much at his elder brother." Ruan Xueyin joked when she returned.

"The queen is laughing at you." Xue Rujifang laughed, with a more relaxed expression, "This brother, concubine, made a bad face, and even became a cold-faced Hades after entering the forbidden army camp. It seems that smiling and getting closer to the sisters at home are harmful. General's majesty. Don't say that the concubine is his half-sister, but sister Rong."

Speaking of this, Fang reflected that Ruan Xueyin might not be familiar with the intricate family relationship of the Xue family after the Xue Yu case, and explained:
"Even the only daughter of my concubine's uncle Xue Chang, she was reprimanded by him for joking with him."

Xue Chang is the current Patriarch of the Xue family, and he has seen it on Tianlong Festival the year before last and Qiu Lie last year. He has no official position, and it is all thanks to Xue Zhan and Xue Li, two successful nephews, to re-strengthen the family business that was damaged by the Xue Yu case. .

In Gu Xinglang's list of suspects, Xue and Chai are ranked at the bottom.

"I know that General Xue is upright, and I didn't expect to treat my family—"

"Your Highness is absurd. Don't get close to strangers." Xue Ruji whispered.

It is not uncommon for soldiers to be slaughtered and bloody, and to have a strange temper.Ruan Xueyin nodded, and ordered the two to record what they heard about the government affairs today, especially those related to people's livelihood, so that they can start women's classes later.

In the next few days, there will be arrangements for patrolling the city, all of which are of course in micro-services, for Her Royal Highness to check the results of the new district's management on the spot.After all, it was a car ride, which was really a chance to enjoy the scenery, so she took the two children with her, and when she was doing errands, Jing Tingge and Yunxi just happened to be able to take them around.

Then Jing Tingge discovered that Ruan Xueyin got off the car more and more times, and the time she left each round became longer and longer.

"Let's take advantage of official business and go investigate private matters." It was already night in Guihuai's mansion, Jing Tingge couldn't help teasing.

Ruan Xueyin glanced at her, "Aren't you going to bathe Ah Yan? Are you still going?"

I have to say that mother and daughter are united and naturally intimate. Since the first day I saw Jing Ting Ge, Ah Yan loved to cling to her, following her wherever she went; Jing Ting Ge also released a tenderness and patience to her daughter that she had never had in 24 years Ruan Xueyin sometimes sees her smiling sweetly, and she can't help feeling chills for these two men, Murong Xun and Shangguan Yan——

Love in every way can't be compared to a piece of meat that fell from her body. The word mother is so important, probably because of this.

The bathing was also requested by Ah Yan. Jing Tingge was reminded by this, and immediately put away her curiosity, and ran down the west corridor with her skirt, not forgetting to turn her head:
"If your brain is not enough and you need help, call me anytime!"

Not enough for you to work on.Ruan Xueyin looked at her elated back, thinking that Jing Tingge would also have this day, she felt rejoiced in addition to being disgusted, and went back to the room under the north corridor, feeling depressed again.

(End of this chapter)