"On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I found a great disaster." Old Master Tang picked up the tobacco pot that he had not used for several years and sucked it slowly, as if he had suddenly become ten years older.

In the smoke, the old lady sighed: "We thought we wouldn't keep her anymore, and she would really slip away."

"It's early to go," the old man knocked his cigarette pipe, "As soon as Miss Bai came into the mansion, something happened to her."

The old man didn't finish his words later - he died too suddenly, just like a ghost was in a hurry to find a substitute.

"In the Secret Order of the Lord, really doesn't blame our family?" The old lady was a little disbelief.

"It's even more terrifying."

"The Master is not planning to bring the remaining six maids back to the palace and ask?" the old lady asked again.

The old man shook his head slightly: "The Lord knows the most in his heart," he said and sighed again. "Maybe, the Lord's attitude towards these maids is also towards our family. Anyway, we are all those who have been by her side for many years."

When the old lady heard this, her face looked ugly: "Don't say these unlucky words."

The final outcome of the remaining six maids was to drink poisoned wine and go to bury Shunhua.

"How did the emperor know that we were smiling?" the old lady asked again.

"The Master couldn't figure out who it was. Maybe Shunhua once said that there was a junior who was in love with her often accompanied her to relieve her boredom. "The old man breathed a sigh of relief, "This is what we chose to be filial daughters, and we need to cry at that time."

The old lady was still a little sympathetic to Shunhua, but now she thought that her granddaughter was going to cry for her, and she couldn't help but feel angry and wanted to curse her a few words, but she also thought that the man was still in the Tang family at this moment, and out of respect for the deceased, she had to keep silent.

"I have already told Xiaoxiao, and the child has responded." The old man smiled bitterly, remembering his granddaughter, asking himself seriously: How can he be better for the Tang family at that time? Should he cry in a daze? Or is he silent?

The old lady sighed: "This child has suffered with us. Her mother is still alive, but she has to be a filial daughter for all those who are unrelated!"

He also had to wear mourning clothes to cry for his mother's soul! The old lady endured it, but she didn't say anything later.

But the old man showed a complicated expression and his voice became low: "Maybe it's not a bad thing."

The old lady hesitated to look at her husband, and her children were going to cry for others. Isn’t this a bad thing?

The old man said in a low voice: "The filial daughters are all a couple, and the other one... the boss lets us arrange it ourselves."

"you mean……"

"It's time to use the chess pieces I've been raising for many years." The old man took a deep breath of cigarettes. "The Tian family has a long gaze, and even if they don't come in person, they can see them."

...

The day when Shunhua was buried was a gloomy day.

But Xiaoxiao saw a bright color in such weather.

No wonder the old people often say that if you want to be filial, Xiaoxiao truly understands this truth when he saw Bai Lianhua, who was also wearing mourning clothes in front of him.

It was not that I had never seen Bai Lianhua's bright light in my previous life. Whether from movies, red carpets, or various hard photos circulating on the Internet, this female star stood among the stars with her eye-catching beauty.

And the previous life all adds up, which is not as good as the beauty in the filial piety clothes in front of her, and some of the charms may be related to her age and experience.

Xiaoxiao has to admire his grandfather for being able to teach a poor girl to be so untainted.

At this moment, Bai Lianhua wore a heavy white filial hat, and her face looked more and more picturesque and unparalleled.

Such a beautiful beauty and appearance is no different from Shunhua when she was young. Will the emperor not see it? Will the emperor's "eye-liners" not see it?

Xiaoxiao cried while covering her face and calmed her mind, which was as chaotic as weeds.

If this woman can really play a role, the lives of more than 30 people in the Tang family should be saved.

Others are hard to say for the time being.

The funeral team slowly headed north, and there were not many people in the team, and it looked like an ordinary people were holding a funeral.

Xiaoxiao couldn't see a familiar person in this team.

I had thought before that the emperor would definitely bury Shunhua with great tribute. Now it seems that the emperor also has something that he could not do.

As long as it is a grand funeral, it will surely alarm the people of Kyoto.

People must also discuss: Who is this from a wealthy family? Who is it? Who is it?

These seemingly ordinary questions are difficult to answer when it comes to Shunhua.

I had no choice but to be simple and simple. Even before dawn, I hurried out from the Dongjiaomen in my mansion, for fear of arousing people's attention.

Shunhua's tomb was chosen in Beishan, which was not far from the Qin family's cemetery, but it could not enter the ancestral tomb. He could only build an isolated tomb a few miles away from the Qin family's cemetery.

Xiaoxiao was silent all the way, occasionally sobbing, but when he walked into this half-waste mountain and saw the tomb pit dug in front of him, he didn't feel sad for Shunhua, and his life was worthless for this woman.

Qin Shunhua, a truly famous lady, received real higher education. When the Qin family was in trouble, they also experienced hell-like hardships in prison. Unexpectedly, they were moved by their lovers of the past, and they were disguised as heaven and changed their fate.

So what if you survive secretly? So what if you live in a palace-like house? The Qin family had only survived by more than a hundred people, and they were really a living ghost.

Xiaoxiao looked at the coffin that was slowly sinking into the tomb pit in front. In this minimalist mourning team, only this top-quality Nanmu coffin was real.

Looking at the funeral attendants in front of me with indifferent expressions, they seemed to be the relatives and friends of the deceased, but in fact they were all fake, even the filial daughter who cried was fake.

Xiaoxiao rolled down a few tears, and he knew in his heart that these tears were mixed together in real or fake.

Looking at the loess covered on the coffin bit by bit, there was a kind of peace in the dead silence.

A woman lying in a coffin has a life of misfortune and nothing can be said to her.

The loess accumulates more and more, gradually piles up into tall graves.

A monument was erected in front of the tomb, which read: The tomb of my beloved wife Shunhua, and my husband was erected and stood in tears.

It was rare that the emperor finally braved his time and called Shunhua a husband and wife on the tombstone. It was even more rare that he retained his own national surname. To conceal his name, he used small characters that others didn't know.

Alas, even if you have a pair of hands that turn the clouds and rains, it is difficult for even a warm grave to give to your lover.

Not to mention the same thing as living and sleeping in the same sleep, and death.

...

It started to rain on the way back, but fortunately there was no need to walk back. I got on the carriage and picked up the small mirror to look at myself. I found that my eyes were already swollen when they were crying.

Later, because she was full of thoughts, she did not observe Bai Lianhua anymore. Grandpa probably had his own intention, so he did not arrange for her to be in the same car as her.

This is also good, Xiaoxiao doesn't want to face this woman again.

...

When she returned to the Tang family, Xiaoxiao's mourning clothes had been taken away by the manager. At this moment, she was still wearing a plain-colored dress with a blue color and did not go to her mother's yard. After all, her two younger brothers were still young, and Xiaoxiao had just returned from the cemetery and planned to take a shower and change clothes first.

As soon as he stepped into his room, Ran Bi hurriedly said, "Young Master Wen has been waiting for the girl at Xijiaomen. I have been waiting for more than an hour!"

Xiaoxiao remembered the words he told Xiao Dier two days ago that after the wife was buried, she rushed to Wen’s house to deliver things to Wen Xixiu. Unexpectedly, this person could not hold back such anger.

What I gave was all the inspiration I wrote down after coming to Yuanlong Dynasty. Some came from modern times and some came from sudden thoughts. As long as I thought about it, I would write it down in this book, and gradually I accumulated a thick book.

When she had a premonition that something might happen to the Tang family, Xiaoxiao thought of transferring the most important things out. After thinking about it, the most important "property" was the book that accumulated all his brain cells.

And the person who wants to hand over this book can only be the person who is most important to him.

Xiaoxiao believes that this person will slowly implement what he wrote in his notebook. Even if he cannot realize it all, he will do his best to achieve most of it.

"Girl, Mr. Wen is still waiting!" Ran Bi was a little anxious.

Xiaoxiao then asked, "Why don't you let him go into the garden and wait?"

"He refuses!"

"I understand, prepare the umbrella, I'll go to Xijiaomen now."

The light rain outside gradually turned into heavy rain. Xiaoxiao rushed over with an umbrella. Seeing Wen Xixiu standing at the door with an umbrella, her face was filled with an unprecedented anxiety.

Xiaoxiao no longer avoided suspicion, walked up and pulled up the other person's arm: "Follow me."

Not far from Xijiaomen, there is a Tongfeng Mountain House. Because it is remote, few people come here to read books.

Wen Xixiu's clothes were wet with rain, and her hair was a little messy by the wind. At this moment, she just said, "Why did you hand over that book to me? But what happened?"

Facing the other party's concerned eyes, Xiaoxiao didn't count any reasons before. At this moment, his eyes turned red and he told the whole story in detail.

Because Gong Basheng's assassination of the Empress Dowager had passed and had nothing to do with the current disaster of the Tang family, he ignored it. The fewer people know about such a big thing, the better, so as not to cause trouble to Wen Xixiu.

But Xiaoxiao did not hide Shunhua's mysterious identity at all, as well as the various experiences he had just been buried, including the arrangements for Bai Lianhua, which were all informed of Wen Xixiu.

The more Wen Xixiu heard, the more solemn his expression became, and the tighter he held Xiaoxiao's hand.

"My grandfather said that if Miss White enters the emperor's eyes, our family might be able to save their lives."

Wen Xixiu also felt that this fact was difficult, and even those who pleaded with mercy could not be found. Speaking of which, the Tang family is one of the top merchants in Kyoto. In addition, the marriage between officials and businessmen over the years has been intricately linked to some officials in the court, but this matter is the emperor's secret. Even if the Tang family really collapsed, it is impossible to tell others about this matter.

"At that time, I'm afraid I'm going to be a crime, so I have no choice." Xiaoxiao sighed softly.

Wen Xixiu felt uncomfortable. Tang Xiaoxiao, who has always been the smartest and most thoughtful, seemed very helpless at this moment. Wen Xixiu stepped forward and hugged Xiaoxiao in his arms: "I am afraid that King Ning will not help you when he comes to this matter. You can only deal with the matter with the moves. If you want to touch the core, you still have to solve the knot in the emperor's heart."

"But Shunhua is already dead, and there is only one lonely grave after his death. This is an indisputable fact!"

"No, the core of this matter lies in the Qin family. If the Qin family had not been convicted, this tragedy would not have happened."

"So many years have passed, and even the Qin family's affairs cannot be overturned. The emperor must have thought of many solutions for this!" Xiaoxiao felt that the Qin family's affairs were even more out of reach and could not be solved at all.

Wen Xixiu had unquestionable firmness in his eyes: "I have a way to overturn the Qin family back then, but this process may be a little longer."

"What?" Xiaoxiao suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Do you still remember when I went to various small countries to look for Yinxixiang when I went to the Western Regions?"
To be continued...