She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

In late spring, the scenery is different in each season.

On the Youbei grassland, although there are no orioles flying, there are endless green waves. This year, there was abundant rain, and the green grass grew wildly overnight, and the grassland also had a more graceful and poetic feeling.

"Sister, do you know how the Han Chinese poems praise the beauty of grass?" Although he was only a little boy, the boy with braids had already learned to act calmly like an adult. He picked up a piece of grass, braided it into a rabbit and handed it to his sister beside him.

The little girl was wearing a red coat. The wind was cold on the grassland day and night, and the wool on the coat wrapped around her little face. She had a forehead ornament made of red and green jade on her forehead, and when she smiled, she had a gap in her teeth.

"I don't know, brother, explain it to me." She held the little green rabbit in her hand, shielding her head from the sun and looking at her brother who was much taller than her.

The people of the grassland like dark-colored fabrics. Boys wear ochre robes tied with sheepskin belts, leather boots on their feet, and horse whips on their waists.

Hugui is already as tall as a pony. In the summer he will celebrate his sixteenth birthday. When he turns sixteen, his father will give him a horse of his own and teach him to become part of the grassland.

There is no man more handsome than him in the entire grassland.

Hu Gui's teacher of poetry and prose was a Han Chinese who was captured and brought to Youbei a few years ago. Influenced by the Han Chinese writing and poetry, Hu Gui had a different temperament from others.

The father of You Bei Wang said that this was the sour and pedantic nature of the Han people. They did not know how to strengthen themselves and could only read a few insignificant poems.

So by June, Hu Gui could no longer attend the lessons of his Han teacher.

At this moment, the waves of grass blown by the wind reminded him of his master.

“The grass on the plain withers and grows green again every year.” Hu Gui stood in the sun, reciting every word, even with a bit of piety.

The younger sister Luo Ya was only eight years old. She was the daughter of the wife that King Youbei married after Hu Gui’s mother passed away. She had a round face like the clear moon.

Women in Youbei rarely have the opportunity to learn poetry and prose, even though Luo Ya is a rich girl and the only daughter of King Youbei.

Luo Ya could neither read nor understand, so she could only look at her brother in confusion.

Hu Gui sighed and touched his sister's head. "After a while, I will go to Da Chong to meet the emperor on behalf of my father. It's a long way, and you are not allowed to cry if you can't see me."

The little girl stood up and hugged her brother tightly. She didn't know how far Da Chong was, she only knew that after this separation, they might not see each other for a long, long time.

The wind silently blew away the worries of the brother and sister, and its comforting effect was better than nothing.

It seems that the bloodline of the Youbei royal family is born with a desire to covet the land of the Central Plains. Whether it is his father or the previous Youbei king, Hu Gui's uncle, they all took it as their responsibility to conquer the border of Da Chong.

When the master talked about these things, he was so sad that his hometown, his relatives and friends were separated by a barrier built by war horses, and they could never see each other again.

No, maybe there is still a chance.

The future King of Youbei must be this young and strong child. If he can teach Hugui how to go back home, maybe he can go home.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, stitched tightly into the silk book. Hu Gui used such a book and grew up to be a humble boy just like his master hoped.

King Youbei was ambitious. He knew that the new emperor of Dachong could no longer afford rewards. So he needed a suitable excuse to start a war.

The horses that were born last year were still running endlessly on the grasslands. The men took them across rivers and gentle slopes and fed them with the best grass. When the autumn winds came and Hugui returned from the capital of Dachong, they became the best war horses.

Then they broke through the city gates and invaded at will.

Seven days later, Hu Gui was about to set off.

After sending his sister back to the king's tent, Hu Gui took no one with him and went alone to the grassy slope where his mother was buried.
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"Isn't that right?"

The study corridor is full of spring scenery.

The hair around Ah's ears had grown longer, and when she lowered her head, it fell down, blocking her view.

He held up his long sleeves with his hands, revealing a part of his arm, which was holding a pen with a worried look on his face.

Thanks to the longevity wood, Hengzhi has returned to a leisurely life of recuperation.

Qin Shengguang thought that he just had an arm injury, which had aggravated his old injury, so he took all matters, big and small, to the court and the governor's mansion, hoping that the young marquis would have a good rest.

I have been so busy that I haven't been home for several days.

Hengzhi was wearing a casual brocade dress, the material was very comfortable, and he looked thin. He stood behind Ah-yi, casually looking at his own calligraphy and pointing out Ah-yi's mistakes.

"No, I never write this long."

When we confronted each other in front of the door that day, the excuse I made was somehow heard by Hengzhi.

Although his right hand was now weak due to the poison and he was afraid that he could not lift the pen to copy calligraphy, but when Ah'ao asked her to copy his handwriting, he could move his lips.

Since Ah-yi taught herself to write, her writing style has always been very unique. Compared with ordinary people's writing, it is not square enough, but more elegant. It abandons the rigid style and has more colorful strokes.

Although Hengzhi's handwriting is unruly, it is a solid running script. As for Ah's unique handwriting, some strokes are really hard to figure out.

While thinking, she tilted her head slightly without realizing it, and the tassel of the hairpin in her hair swayed, making a clanging sound.

Hengzhi was tall, and could just see the hairpin from behind. Ah-yi seemed to particularly like such delicate hair accessories, and did not overdo it, always disliking it for being heavy. On the other hand, she often used the plum blossom silver hairpin given by Mrs. Zhou to tie up her long hair, and she loved it very much.

"Oh, right." Ah-yi put down her pen and thought of something important. "I've been staying in the study with you for a few days. I almost forgot what progress has been made since Wei Guohui and the others were taken into custody."

Hengzhi earnestly helped her put down her sleeves, but only his left hand was moving, so inevitably he seemed a little slow.

"Remember the man in black I told you about before?"

The two looked at each other, and after a brief recollection, Ah-yi answered, "Is it the person who met with Wei Guohui privately?"

Hengzhi nodded, slid his left hand to A'an's waist, and gently pushed her forward.

It was such an intimate act that neither of them realized they had crossed the line. They sat under the window, each drinking a glass of water.

When taking medicine according to Gong Sheng's prescription, one must avoid certain foods. Even the tea must be replaced with plain water. In order not to trouble Yunli to prepare two portions, Ah'ao also drank plain water.

Anyway, she didn't like drinking tea, so she didn't feel any discomfort.

The pair of rope beds under the window were newly added by Ah-yi, and with the table, the room no longer looked empty. One could sit cross-legged on the rope bed, which was much more comfortable than sitting properly on a chair.

Because they are different from ordinary couples, it would seem strange if they often stay in the same bedroom, so the study becomes the most comfortable place for the two to get along.

"I have always suspected that this man in black has been delivering messages for Wei Guohui and his superiors." A burner of incense was lit on the table, emitting a light sandalwood scent that calmed people's minds. Heng Zhi's voice also sounded clear. "Sure enough, not long after he was arrested, someone sneaked into the court to see him."

In fact, the man in black had done it very carefully. He did not sneak in on the first day Wei Guohui was arrested. Instead, he deliberately observed the order of the patrol guards for two days, disguised himself, followed the guards in broad daylight without any guilt, and naturally avoided the patrol inspection and entered.

However, if you prepare in advance, even the most sophisticated plan will not escape human eyes.

Hengzhi assigned several people to place spies in several places around the area, and they waited until noon on the third day before they caught him.

In the first two days, A'ao first went to see Pingniang off, and then sent Chu Qingfang back to the military office. She had almost no time to notice what Hengzhi had done. She only met Yuncong several times, and each time she was in a hurry.

"Did you look at the piece of cloth I gave you later?" Thinking about these things together, A'an always felt that there was an inextricable connection between them.

The jade-colored porcelain cup had a wide mouth with patterns on it, and Hengzhi held it between his fingertips. After he finished drinking, he replied, "Of course. Do you mean that Wei Guohui and the others are also related to Beitang?"

"Of course." Ah-yi said calmly, picking up the water jug ​​and refilling his cup. "Think about it, since Zhao Zhuo said that the news was sent to the southwest of the city, there happens to be Liu Jingming's house there. Liu Jingming is also related to Wei Guohui and the entire embezzlement case, which means they must be related to Beitang."

The previously confusing clues were gradually put into context with Zhao Zhuo, and the whole thing was connected. Just as the truth always comes out after the first step.

Hengzhi couldn't write, so Ah'ao pulled a piece of paper from the table and drew a clear picture, listing all the events and involvements between the people on the paper, clearly and concisely.

"There is something I want to ask your opinion on."

Hengzhi sat opposite her and casually wiped the ink that had rubbed off on Ah's wrist.

"After Liu Jingming's position as the Chamber of Commerce's chief treasurer was abolished, I saw that the neighbors on the streets were cheering. The amount of money he embezzled over the years seems to be still being investigated by the Ministry of Finance, but the Chamber of Commerce is in urgent need of a new official."

There was something else behind her words this time, and Ah's plain face also showed deep meaning.

"Oh." Hengzhi fiddled with her pen in his left hand, pretending to have an epiphany, "Our young marquis' wife wants to be an official? That depends on how sincere you are."

Ever since the full-moon banquet at Zhang Hai's house, Ah'an has taken on many businesses, big and small, in the city. I'm afraid she has made a lot of money and is going to become the big boss.

Ah-yi couldn't help but laugh when she saw him acting out the part of a corrupt official and a profiteer. "Thanks to Wei Gongcao, now the whole city knows that Shui Changdong's shopkeeper is a very important person. She is the newly married wife of Marquis Zhao. I'm going to be the shopkeeper of the Chamber of Commerce. Have I written the word "stupid" on your face soon?"

Hengzhi nodded, as if he had heard it.

After a while, he added, "So what if I am stupid? I have a wife and I am happy to be stupid."

A'ao looked up at him.

At a distance less than a palm's width apart, the two people's eyes met and could not be separated for a long time.

On the small table, it is hard to tell whether the fate of so many people is the main issue or whether the love is more important.

Connecting the previous few inappropriate actions together, Ah'ao looked at Hengzhi's jade-like face.

"I want Zhang Hai to take this position."

On the surface, he was talking seriously, but his mind was in a state of confusion.

Heng Zhi held her lips, with spring in his eyes, "You can ask anyone to do it, I am stupid anyway, so your decision is final."

Okay, still didn’t listen.

Ah'ao turned her eyes away, and the itchy feeling that had just been felt on her wrist surged into her heart, and she smiled.

(End of this chapter)