Finest Servant

Going back and forth in the back mountain, but never found the place where Xian'er guarded the tomb for her mother. She was thinking about whether the old emperor was fooling herself, but she saw a distant halfway up the mountain, curling green smoke with the wind. Rising up, it is very clear to see. He was overjoyed, his pace quickened a lot, and he ran straight to the place where the blue smoke rose.

A few dozen feet away, I saw a large bamboo forest that was lush and green, with bamboo shoots just emerging and growing vigorously. There is a hut built in the bamboo forest, all made of diabolo, which is very light and simple. Thinking of what I saw in Longquan Village outside Hangzhou City, Xian'er's mother likes green bamboo, and Xian'er must be right here.

He took two steps forward and called softly, "Xian'er, Xian'er—" The bamboo forest was empty, silent, and no one answered.

Walking to the bamboo house, I gently pushed the bamboo door, and with a soft creak, the door opened, and I saw a table, two chairs, an embroidered bed, and nothing else. The house was clean and tidy, spotless, and a good sandalwood incense was lit. Such an elegant place must have been cleaned up by Xian'er to commemorate her mother. Lin Wanrong nodded and inspected the house, but she did not see Xian'er's shadow.

There is still a fragrance in the house, indicating that there must be someone living here, but I don't know where this girl has gone. He went out the door and continued to walk into the forest. After walking for a while, he heard a crisp murmur of water entering his eardrums, and a small clear stream appeared in front of him, which was actually flowing down from the mountain.

Going up the river, the first thing that catches your eye is a green tomb covered with moss and moss, nestled next to the stream and spring and beside the bamboo forest. A shadowy figure. Kneeling on the ground with her back to herself, Xiang's shoulders trembled slightly, as if she was crying, beside her. The fire paper that has just been burned is still warm.

"Xian'er—" he called softly. The woman who was kneeling on the ground shuddered when she heard the words, and hurriedly turned around, a plain face appeared in front of her eyes, beautiful thin eyebrows, clear eyes, a slightly wriggling cherry mouth, and her cheeks were stained with crystal tears. Who else is Xian'er coming?

"Xiang Gong—" Xian'er let out a shrill cry, and flew into his arms, hugging his strong body tightly. Weeping uncontrollably.

"Cry, cry." Lin Wanrong patted her shoulder lightly, her heart full of love and affection: "Just cry."

Xian'er fell into his arms. Xiang's shoulders trembled, and he seemed to be out of breath when he cried.

Lin Wanrong hugged her tightly in his arms and sighed softly. She is obviously a beautiful and noble Princess Dahua, but she witnessed a tragedy of human relations and turned against her father. She has been wandering outside for so many years, and I don't know how she survived the hard work and sadness. It's really hard for this girl. Speaking of which, the experiences of Sister An and Xian'er are really similar. They are both wandering around the world and being home everywhere. No wonder they have such a cordial relationship between master and apprentice.

Almost surpassed her husband and I.

"Hey, why is there still a small stream?" Lin Wanrong whispered in Xian'er's ear, with a very surprised tone.

Qin Xian'er looked up and looked around. The beautiful big eyes were already red and swollen from crying, sobbing: "Xianggong, what did you say, what Xiaoxi?"

Lin Wanrong smiled and scratched the bridge of her nose, slowly wiping the tears from her cheeks: "If you continue to cry, let alone a stream, even the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers will have a few more."

Qin Xian'er blushed, snorted, and suddenly got out of his arms, turned her head with a pouting mouth, and said softly, "What are you doing here, why don't you find your Qing Xuan?"

Does this girl still remember that day? ! It is also difficult for her memory. Lin Wanrong took her little hand and smiled and said: "Today I don't want anyone, I just think of my good fairy. Xian'er, I haven't seen you for a few days, you are getting more and more beautiful, tsk tsk, look at how clear your eyes are, this little girl How ruddy your mouth is, I think in a few days, you will be the most beautiful woman in the world, and I will be the husband of the most beautiful woman in the world—the most beautiful woman in the world."

Qin Xian'er was a smart woman. If someone flattered her, she wouldn't even listen to her, but this person was not someone else, but the man she had chosen by herself. Hearing what he said, she was overjoyed, and her face burst with heat. But he snorted stubbornly, refused to look at him, and said: "You said so many good things to coax me, did you hit a nail in your Qingxuan and use me to have some fun? I am the number one beauty in the world. , then where does Xiao Qingxuan rank?"

This little vinegar jar really has some flavor, Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "Of course you are the first - tied. Xian'er, I have been gone for a few days, but it makes me think bad - don't make trouble, come, Your husband weighs you to see if you are tall or short, fat or thin."

"Ah—" Qin Xian'er called out for a while, but Lin Wanrong picked her up and turned around in a circle. Qin Xian'er originally thought about him, but these days, she was so awkward, she tried her best to hold back her lovesickness and didn't want to see him. When she saw him today, she was both surprised and happy, so she threw herself into his arms and let him make trouble. .

Putting down Xian'er's delicate body, Lin Wanrong buried her head in her hair and took a deep breath. She raised her head and sighed and said, "My Xian'er is getting more and more fragrant. Alas, little darling, I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you fat in some places and thin in some places?"

"Where am I getting fat?" Qin Xian'er snorted, her delicate little nose wrinkled, and she pouted, "People think of you every day, I finally saw your face, but you called me the woman I hate the most. name, can I still gain weight?"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's definitely a misunderstanding." Lin Wanrong embarrassedly slapped haha, and said shamelessly: "How about this, when I see her in the future, I will also call your name, so that everyone will be tied. ."

"You think she's pretty, I don't want you to see her." Qin Xian'er pouted and said, "Tell me, where am I getting fat?"

"Of course I'm fat." Lin Wanrong smiled, his eyes fell on her plump breasts, and he swallowed: "Here, it's big again! My little one is growing more and more perfectly."

Qin Xian'er spat softly. Yu's face was flushed, and her heart was shy and tight, but she proudly held out her chest, letting him see enough.

Lin Wanrong's claws stretched out. Just as she was about to check the size, she saw Qin Xian'er's eyes were red, and two lines of clear tears slowly dripped down.

"What's the matter, Xian'er?" He hurriedly changed from touching to grasping, took her little hand and said, "You are not happy when you see your husband?"

Qin Xian'er glanced at him, and suddenly hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face: "Xiang Gong, did you forget me?"

"How is this possible? Xian'er, you can't wrong me, I just forget the sky, the earth, and the air. It's impossible to forget the little fairy." Lin Wanrong felt his conscience and swore to the sky.

"However, you clearly know that people are waiting for you in the palace. Why haven't you come to see me?" Qin Xian'er murmured, "I know, you have two foxes, the size of the Xiao family, to accompany you. I forgot."

"Hey, Xian'er, you know that too. I'm a man, how can I enter the palace casually? I'm not familiar with the emperor, he wants to know that I'm here to pursue you. Why don't you try to stop me? These days, I've been thinking about it. Night thinking, thinking about it sooner or later, I finally took advantage of the time when the emperor summoned me today, made a plan and learned about your whereabouts, so I came here in a hurry." Lin Wanrong said without blinking, and said silently in his heart, my father-in-law. . I feel sorry for you.

"He dares?!!" Qin Xian'er hummed angrily: "He promised me that as long as I return to the palace, I will give it to you—" She blinked her eyes and hurriedly stopped talking.

"Give me? Give me what?" Lin Wanrong was surprised and asked, "Xian'er, there's one thing I've always wanted to ask you."

"I know, you want to ask me why I suddenly returned to the palace?!" Qin Xian'er looked at Li Yi carefully, lowered her head and said softly, "Xiang Gong, don't be angry, I really didn't hide it from you on purpose. When the master called me to Beijing urgently, I didn't know what she was going to do. The master said to me, it would be a pity if you have such a great ability buried in the people. If you think of a way to help you, just call me Go back to the palace and have a look. On the one hand, I will help you stand out with that person, and on the other hand, assassinate him—"

"Assassination?!!" Lin Wanrong sucked in a breath of cold air, this sister An can really think of it, and asked her own daughter to assassinate her own father. An Biru asked Xian'er to go to the palace to help her, but to put it bluntly, she still wanted to attract the attention of the old emperor and approach Ning Yuxi. Grandma, this fox An has done so many things without telling me, and has never reported to me. Fortunately, she runs fast, otherwise, I will definitely beat her little ass.

"Xian'er, did you really assassinate the emperor? Could it be that today's matter is you—" Lord Lin opened his eyes wide, bared his teeth, and asked cautiously. With An Biru's cunning and cunning, anything is possible. Darling, this is not a joke, not to mention assassinating the emperor and punishing the nine clans, it is still the daughter who kills the father, this is a great rebellion.

"Don't interrupt, just listen to me first." Qin Xian'er glanced at him lightly, and said in a soft voice, her eyes were gentle and tender, indescribably beautiful.

"Okay, okay, hurry up." Lin Wanrong calmed down and listened to Qin Xian'er continue to speak.

"The master persuaded me for a few days. I was thinking of you and wanted to avenge my mother, and finally agreed. The master said that my mother was buried in the bamboo forest in the back mountain of Xiangguo Temple. When I come here, I will wait here. You also know that my mother and I look very similar. As soon as that person saw me, he recognized me, and when he was overjoyed, he would take me back to the palace." Qin Xian I looked around and seemed to recall the situation of that day again. The person in her mouth is naturally the current Emperor Dahua, but the relationship between their father and daughter seems to have not recovered.

Lin Wanrong shook her head secretly when she heard this. Sister An also underestimated the old emperor. She thought that the old emperor did not know about Xian'er's existence, but she did not know that the old emperor had already checked Xian'er's life and appearance, and sent someone Secretly protected. If he hadn't worried that Xian'er's life experience would be used by King Cheng, he would have taken Xian'er into the palace long ago.

"So, you asked him to promote me as a condition for your return to the palace?" Lin Wanrong asked with a wry smile, no wonder the old emperor's attitude changed so quickly, it turned out to be because of Xian'er. However, in the old emperor's palace, if he really wants to save his daughter, he only needs to promote and reuse me, and there is no need to give a plaque or a house. It seems that it is still Lord Lin, my true talents and learning have played a role. He comforted himself.

Seeing his depressed expression, Qin Xian'er was very concerned about this matter, and panicked in her heart, and hurriedly said: "Xiang Gong. I just want to help you. In fact, with your ability, you are better than those mediocre and greedy officials. Thousands of times, it's a matter of time for the king to worship the prime minister."

The matter is so simple, it is much more complicated than this, Lin Wanrong smiled helplessly, stroked Xian'er's hair and said, "What happened later? Did you assassinate him later?"

Xian'er nodded, lowered her head and said, "After I returned to the palace, I lived in the residence where my mother used to live. Originally, I wanted to wait for the opportunity. Everything is ready, but one day I will sort out my mother's relics. At that time, I accidentally discovered a letter written by my mother in the past. It turned out that my mother was her, she was—"

Xian'er turned to look at Na Suzhong, crying and couldn't continue. Lin Wanrong sighed lightly, he knew in his heart, why Xian'er could find the letter so coincidentally. It must be the hands and feet of the old emperor. This is his careful planning and arrangement in order to avoid the tragedy of father and daughter cannibalism. Let Xian'er discover the truth by herself, which not only saves Xian'er's face, but also restores the father-daughter relationship. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

"Then do you still hate your father now?" Lin Wanrong took Xian'er into his arms, hugged her tightly, and asked gently.

Xian'er curled up in his arms like a kitten, hugged his broad shoulders, and wept bitterly: "Of course I hate him if you hate me! If he didn't want to be an emperor, where would someone come to assassinate him? If there is no one Assassinate him. How could my mother be willing to die to save him? How could I be a wanderer, and have to be so late for my mother's filial piety? I just hate him, hate him. Xianggong, he is not my father, I hate him!"

Qin Xian'er became emotional, hugged him and cried bitterly, her heart was broken, which made people feel sad.

Lin Wanrong gently patted her weak shoulder, but did not know what to say. This is really a confusing account that cannot be understood. It is not wrong for the old emperor to pursue great power, but even if he has a lot of scheming, he probably would not have thought that if he wants to be an emperor, he will become a daughter who hates him. To excuse, really unpredictable ah.

Qin Xian'er cried for a while, then slowly recovered, lying in his arms and whispering: "Xiang Gong, my mother is buried here, only a few people know. Did he tell you to come here to find me?"

"I'll tell you this later." Lin Wanrong stroked her smooth hair and sighed: "Xian'er, I'm here to ask you, you just said that the emperor comes to the back mountain of Xiangguo Temple every year, and he is here to do it. What? Did he build this bamboo building?"

Xian'er snorted: "My mother is already dead, even if he comes here for a hundred years and builds a hundred buildings, what's the use? Can he redeem his sins?"

Lin Wanrong smiled and shook her head, and kissed her little face: "Silly girl, if love is also a sin, then we are sinful."

Qin Xian'er was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said incredulously: "Xiang Gong, what are you talking about, does he have any feelings for my mother? When he was in Jiangnan, he just treated my mother as a plaything, and I I don't believe he will miss my mother."

"People are not plants, who can be ruthless?" Lin Wanrong sighed slightly, took her small hand and said: "The emperor is also a human being, he and your mother face each other day and night, and gave birth to you again, this is a flesh and blood relationship that will never be parted. If you say that he has no feelings for your mother at all, I absolutely don't believe it. However, as a saint, he has a deep mind, and he can't easily reveal his feelings, let alone express his feelings. This is a kind of repression. The price for him to be emperor."

Qin Xian'er listened to it as if it were not clear, she pondered, and her expression was very focused.

"Although your mother died because of him, it was not caused by his subjective will. Just because he came here to pay homage for decades, it is enough to show that he is definitely not playing with your mother as you think. It's because of deep feelings. It's true that he is the emperor who reigns over the world, but he is also a husband and a father. You lost your mother and your father overnight, but if you think about it from another angle, why didn't he lose his wife? , lost a child? He is as sad as you, but you can cry out loud, but he can't say anything. Xian'er, I am not a parent, I don't know the heart of a parent, he may be wrong to be an emperor, but as an emperor Father, he hasn't done anything wrong." Lin Wanrong sighed bitterly, thinking of his elderly parents who he would never see again, and his heart felt sore.

"Xianggong. Xianggong." She didn't know how long she was silent, but Xian'er pushed him and shouted softly in his ear. Lin Wanrong wiped the corner of his eyes and said with a smile, "What's the matter. Did I say something wrong?"

Xian'er shook her head and looked at him with dementia, her eyes sparkling with tenderness: "Xiang Gong, are you crying?"

"No, why am I crying? It's too windy!" Lin Wanrong laughed and admonished: "Xianer, in fact, take ten thousand steps back, have you ever thought about why your mother left a letter To enlighten you? She just doesn't want you to turn against your father because of this matter. If she is still alive in this world. Will she be happy to see the relationship between you now? "

"Xiang Gong, let me think about it. My heart is so messed up." Qin Xian'er said quietly: "You have to hold me tight and don't move at all."

Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "You can hold tight, but since I came to my mother-in-law's grave, I will bow a few times. This is always the way it should be."

Qin Xian'er blushed. Shy and happy, he hurriedly sat up from his arms. Lin Wanrong knelt down before Qin Ruxian's grave and kowtowed respectfully. Qin Xian'er knelt on the ground leaning on him, tears streaming down her face and said, "Mother, Xian'er and Xianggong kowtowed to you together."

A quiet breath sounded softly, and a sickly-faced old man in Chinese clothes stood in an unobtrusive corner in the distance, looking at the two who were kneeling on the ground, and a mist rose in his eyes.

"Master, it's getting late, it's time for you to go back." The blind old Wei was beside him and supported him. said softly.

"Concubine Qin, Nishang—" The old emperor's lips slowly wriggled, and his voice was so small that even the old man Wei beside him couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Master, with Lin San guiding Princess Nishang, it shouldn't go wrong. You should go back and rest earlier." Wei old man said respectfully.

"Let me stand for a while, accompany Concubine Qin, accompany Nishang—" The old emperor sighed slightly, looking at Princess Nishang who was nestled in Lin San's arms happily in the distance, his eyes were full of love. After standing for a while, he suddenly said, "Little Weizi, what do you think Lin San likes the most?"

"Like it?" Wei old man was stunned for a moment. To say what this kid likes, silver and beauties, it seems that none of them have fallen, and they are all in his pockets. "The slave doesn't know," he said, bending over.

"What he likes most is freedom, and it is unrestrained." The old emperor's face was full of smiles: "Then I will give him freedom and let him play freely. The north is so big, it is desert and grassland, enough He was making a fuss."

"Your Majesty, are you talking about the Hu people?! You want him to lead the army?!" Old Wei said in surprise.

After the two of them worshipped at the grave, Xian'er was full of joy. The last time they worshipped the master, this time they worshipped their mother, and she and her husband were perfect. Lin Wanrong found a hoe tool and repaired Qin Ruxian's tomb. Although Qin Xian'er was dressed in plain clothes, she followed Xianggong's side with a happy mood and a lot of smiles.

After finishing these things, it was already sunset time. Lin Wanrong remembered that he had ordered Ning Yuxi to do some work. I don't know what happened. Will this girl slip away?

Seeing his uneasy look, Qin Xian'er said strangely, "Xiang Gong, what's the matter with you?"

Lin Wanrong's expression tightened, and she took her hand and said, "Xian'er, let me tell you something, don't be in a hurry." Qin Xian'er snorted and nodded: "Xianggong, tell me, I don't. will be in a hurry."

Lin Wanrong stared at Xian'er's beautiful cheeks and said slowly, "This morning, the emperor was assassinated!"

The expression on Xian'er's face changed sharply, sometimes surprised, sometimes angry, but her little hands became cold, her eyes closed lightly, and two tears rolled out of her eye sockets: "Xiang Gong, is he seriously injured?!"

Thinking of what he saw with his own eyes today, he didn't want to hide it from Xian'er, so he nodded honestly and said: "According to my opinion, the injury is very serious, I'm afraid-"

Qin Xian'er stood up abruptly, wiped away her tears, and said softly, "Master, let's go!"