Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 956
"It seems that in the end you still decided to leave."

After the palace banquet was over and Qianyang Palace was over, Emperor Yunjing sighed and looked up at the thin woman in plain clothes and hairpin, with a tone of voice that could not tell whether it was regret or helplessness.

"Have you made up your mind? If you go on this road, even the gods will not be able to save you." Mo Jingyao lowered his eyes, and Song Xianxian bowed his knees to him in response: "Of course I have thought about it. "

"Or, Your Majesty, the concubine has thought about it from the beginning."

——Since the day she learned of her mother's death 30 years ago, she has already thought about where she should go.

And for this, I waited for 30 years and hated for 30 years.

Crazy 30 years.

Song Xianxian blinked slowly, seeing her appearance, Emperor Yun Jing couldn't help sighing again: "Since that's the case, it's inconvenient for me to persuade you anymore."

"Before you leave, do you have anything else to say to me?"

"Or... is there anything I can do to help?" Mo Jingyao lowered his tone a little bit, the woman was slightly startled when she heard this, and then smiled and saluted the emperor again: "If it is possible, Your Majesty."

"Just please find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters for your concubine and concubine to bury."

"The capital is too prosperous, and my concubine doesn't like it." Song Xian raised her eyebrows, "The Zhu family's grave is too dirty, and my concubine can't bear to pollute the Song family's ancestral grave."

"Other than that, anywhere else is fine."

"Okay." After hearing this, Mo Jingyao nodded his head, then raised his finger slightly in deep thought, "Then choose Ningguan."

"I remember that your mother was originally from Ningguan, and several generations ago, someone in the family was also a general."

"So, it's best." The woman nodded with a smile.

"Go, I won't keep you any longer." Emperor Yun Jing lowered his brows and eyes.

"My concubine, thank Your Majesty for your grace." Song Xianxian closed her eyes to thank her, then took a deep breath, gathered her skirt, and bowed down respectfully——

"Song Shixian, today, bid farewell to Your Majesty—"

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Her mother was buried on a hill in the suburbs of Beijing.

Not in the ancestral grave, no tablet, not in the genealogy.

They were hastily rolled up with a straw mat, packed randomly with thin wooden boards, and buried in the ground like that.

Carrying a lantern, Song Xianxian looked up at the sky, opened her mouth and let out frosty smoke. The snow on the barren mountain was a foot thick. She crawled with one foot deep and the other shallow for almost half an hour. I found the grave where her mother was buried in the snowdrift.

——Fortunately, she secretly planted a small Xifu crabapple next to her mother's grave in the early years, and she could almost see the tall one among the branches of bare trees that reached up to the sky at a glance Xiaoshu, otherwise, in this dark place, she might not have been able to find her mother in just half an hour.

So, she is really smart.

Song Xian grunted softly, then carefully took out a small bottle of poison hidden in her bosom.

The medicine had an indescribably bitter taste in her throat, and she drank it down in one gulp, holding her breath, and couldn't help curling her mouth in disgust after drinking it.

——This medicine hurts the throat and is not good to drink.

If I knew it earlier, I would have taken poisoned wine.

It hurt a little when it happened, but at least it wasn't so bad to drink.

The woman thought in a daze, then turned off the lantern, and slowly lay down in the snow, with her head resting on her arms, she caught a glimpse of the almost plain clothes on her body from the corner of her eye, and couldn't help grinning silently.

——Song Xianxian never liked red before the age of 16.

After the age of 16, Song Xianxian only loves to wear blood-like red.

Everyone only thought that she had suddenly changed her taste, but only she knew that the red was the red on the wedding dress of the prince's side concubine, the red on the wedding candles in the palace, and the red that dripped from her mother's lips before her death. blood red.

——Her mother died on the eve of her wedding.

So she used this blood-like clothes to remind her to remember to hate.

Remember to hate.

And now, her revenge is over.

She also doesn't have to trap herself in that blood red dress anymore.

Song Xianxian bent her eyes, and black blood quietly overflowed her throat.

With the last bit of strength in her body, she barely stretched out her arms to hug the grave bag buried under the snow, as if a child stretched out his arms to hug his mother tightly.

"Mother, my daughter is here to find you."

When she died, thin snow fell from the sky, and the snow reflected the heavy mountains accompanied by fireworks.

On the top of the mountain, the little girl was holding the gold-embroidered soul banner, and the north wind blew up the banner, wrinkling her clothes again and again.

She looked at the fireworks in the distance and moved her lips lightly. In a trance, there seemed to be a ghost following her overlooking the mountains and rivers.

"Senior, look, Qianping is already in harmony—"

"The common people no longer have to go hungry and cold, and the world will soon be peaceful."

Mu Xici murmured softly, and the ghosts appeared one after another.

The remains of the soldiers brought back from the Western Shang Dynasty had been placed in the martyr's tomb by them, but the little girl guessed that they had to see Chang'an in person so they could reincarnate at ease, so she was not in a hurry to extradite the souls of the dead.

——Now the lights of Wanjia in Shangyuan have finally warmed their hearts and souls, she thought, they can probably feel at ease.

"It can be seen that Qianping is much stronger than when we were here." The leading veteran smiled and softened his brows, then turned around and patted the young man on the shoulder solemnly, "Good boy, we are very happy to have you in Qianping .”

"—We believe that you can create a prosperous world."

"Okay, now, send us away."

"We old fellows from the old era should go to hell too!" The old soldier gritted his teeth in foolish joy, while Mu Xici pursed his mouth and closed his jaw slightly.

Mo Junli, who had been waiting for a long time, handed over a jug of strong wine at the right time, and the little girl took the wine and sprinkled it all on the top of the mountain.

When the reincarnation scriptures sounded, a firework bloomed beside the moon, and Mu Xici used the wine as a guide to light open the gate of ghosts through the frost.

"Junior Mu's resignation." "Junior Mo's gentleman."

"Respectfully send the heroic souls of the seniors back to their positions—"

The little girl and the young man raised their voices to bid farewell to the ghost with the soul banner, and they carried each other down the heavy mountain for a long time.

Before reaching the foot of the mountain, Mo Junli casually stuffed a thin paper into Mu Xici's palm. The little girl raised the thing and raised her eyebrows at the young man: "What is this?"

"The land deed of the prince's mansion." Mo Junli picked his fingers embarrassedly, and smiled a little bit embarrassedly, "I don't know what to give you for your birthday this year."

"I feel that nothing is suitable, so I just took this out for you."

"Master Guoshi, from now on, the whole family will depend on you for their livelihood!" The young man blinked pitifully, and Mu Daguoshi watched him silently put away the paper.

After daybreak, news of the death of Nan'an Wang and his wife came from the clan's mansion to the court, the emperor was silent for a while after hearing this, and finally ordered the two to be buried with the ceremony of a prince.

The news of the death of such a rebellious official and traitor would never cause much disturbance in the capital. When the common people knew about it, they would probably just bow their heads and say "Chang Hao".

When he learned of this, Feng Yuan was offering incense for him in front of Mo Shuyun's stele, and before the incense candle burned out, he cried and laughed loudly and swung his sword to kill himself in front of the man's tomb.

"Your Highness, now that the enemies are exhausted (liao), please wait for Feng Mou on Huangquan Road!"

——Yu Rang once said in the past that a scholar will die for his confidant.

And he, Feng Binbai, was insane in his first life, and he still wants to be a counselor in the king's tent in the next life.

　A certain person is already crying.

　　Shit, shit, a bunch of shit! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)