Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 1177 Six Dynasties Gold Powder Land, Jinling Emperor State (3)

Holding the letter left by Xiao Yu before his death, Su Jiu slept on the couch behind the screen in the study all night.

Xiao Tingchen hugged her, let her head rest on his knees, and sat like that all night.

When the sky was dim, he looked down at Su Jiu.

She curled up in a ball when she slept, resembling her childhood appearance, which shows that she must be very insecure now.

Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and even fine teardrops could be faintly seen on the eyelashes.

Xu Shi dreamed of something again, and two lines of tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

She turned over and murmured subconsciously softly: "Daddy..."

Xiao Tingchen reached out and stroked her eyebrows gently.

There was a lot of wetness on his robe skirt, it was all from her tears that night.

The snow stopped outside.

When the sky is bright, the clear snow light shines through the Goryeo paper on the window lattice, making the study room extraordinarily bright and clean.

Su Jiu woke up, raised his hand and rubbed his sore eyes, raised his head to meet Xiao Tingchen's quiet gaze, and forced a smile, "Last night, Shuo Xue, I was reading a letter on the small couch, but I fell asleep crying ...Brother didn't rest last night, okay?"

"It doesn't matter what I do." Xiao Tingchen kissed her brow pitifully, "Hey, go change your clothes, let's pay homage to Third Uncle."

When a close relative in the family passes away, most of the juniors will not hear the word "worship".

The tears that Su Jiu had finally stopped burst out again.

She raised her sleeve and wiped it away, "I'm going to change immediately."

She changed into a pear-blossom white jacket and skirt, and took off the hairpin, and only put a pure white silk flower on her temples.

Xiao Tingchen has already prepared paper money, cakes, wine and other things for the memorial ceremony, put them in a bamboo basket, and casually carried them in his hand, "Let's go."

Xiao Yu's grave was built near the ancestral grave.

The mountains and fields in winter are very desolate, the graves are covered by snow, Xiao Yu's name and life are engraved on the simple tombstones, everything looks very solemn.

Su Jiu knelt in front of the grave, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

When she was young, she was delicate and ignorant, and she regarded Xiao's father as the most powerful person in the world.

She adores and respects him, but she never imagined that there would be a day when Xiao's father would leave her.

How could such a powerful person die?
"Is it true that no matter how close people are, there will be a day of separation?"

She choked up.

Xiao Tingchen knelt beside her, and calmly took her into his arms, "I will never leave you, forever and ever, I will never leave you."

Su Jiu leaned lightly on his shoulder.

The mountain wind blew the fine snow, which fell on the ends of their hair and eyelashes.

They cuddled together, and after a long, long time, Xiao Tingchen finally said: "Since you're here, let's also go and see Si Dusu and Hua Rourou."

The graves of Si Dushu, Hua Rou and Luo Lishang were built together.

Standing next to the high mountain, you can overlook the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

A tree of red plums bloomed like blood, as if welcoming their arrival.

However, Su Jiu discovered that someone had already worshiped in front of the grave.

The paper money in the copper stove has not been burned out, and the wine placed in front of the tombstone is still warm.

Just when she was astonished, a plum blossom fell from the sky and brushed her cheek gently.

She raised her head, and saw a man with the color of spring dawn, sitting on a branch, looking at them with a smile.

His cloak was still stained with frost, he probably came all the way to Jinling.

"Thank you Marquis..."

she whispered.

"Call me Xie Er." Xie Rongjing turned over and got off the tree, and in front of Xiao Tingchen, gently hugged her, "Su Xiaojiu, when you return to Jinling, please call me Xie Er."

Su Jiu choked up and nodded.

The three of them paid homage to the tomb again before preparing to go down the mountain.

Xiao Tingchen stood in front of the grave and said calmly: "You guys go back first."

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

The mountain wind is silent, and the snow is falling.

Sitting cross-legged in front of Si Dusu's grave, Xiao Tingchen poured two glasses of wine casually.

Xixue blurred his eyes, as if the heroic deeds of the boy in the grave appeared in front of his eyes.

The young man was cowardly all his life, but when his classmates were bullied by bullies, he blocked the door firmly.

He said, you can't kneel, we scholars, we only kneel to heaven, earth, masters and teachers!

The literati are proud, but that's all.

Xiao Tingchen raised his glass to the tombstone and smiled with his lips curled up: "Back then, I made a promise in front of your grave, to establish a heart for the world, to establish a life for the living people, to inherit the teachings of the past, and to bring peace to all generations... I am a bad person. There are a lot of problems, but they are very serious. Over the years, I have been sleepy all these years, and I often dream in the middle of the night about the scene of you and my classmates studying in the old days. How dare I be negligent?"

He paused, and suddenly his eyes turned red.

"Headmaster, I, Xiao Huaijin, have not broken my promise!"

"Look at this prosperous and prosperous world, look at this splendid country, the Kyushu and the four seas are all your will, the spring wind turns into rain, the plum blossoms are proud of the cold, you, the man who brought peace to all generations, death is more important than Mount Tai!!"

Plum blossoms fell on his shoulders.

Although there is no wind, it seems that there is a hand gently brushing off the fallen flowers on his shoulders.

Xiao Tingchen raised his head, and drank the strong wine in the glass the moment the tears fell.

He got up and went home.

There is a seal left in front of Si Dushu's tombstone.

At the bottom of the seal, there are seven small characters in seal script clearly engraved with "Dayong Prime Minister Si Dushu".

According to historical records, the first prime minister of the Yong Dynasty was named Si Dushu.

No one knows his life and political achievements, but they know that he is deeply respected by the emperor and empress, and he is the man who brought peace to all generations.

……

Su Jiu's carriage slowly drove to the entrance of Wuyi Alley.

She walked side by side with Xie Rongjing towards the alley.

Although the two have been together in Chang'an for many years, they can only see each other during important palace banquets. After ten years, they only meet a dozen or so times, and the words they have spoken are even more rare.

Walking to the gate of Xie's mansion silently, Xie Rongjing looked up.

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Ah ah ah ah ah

　Thank you for the reward of love, hug it!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)