The two girls, who had just left Xinyi Pavilion but had not yet walked far, stopped and looked back.

"What is it?"

Concubine Zhao Ling said softly, looking at the person who came over curiously.

It was the flattering manager who had been tipped by her not long ago.

The flattering steward laughed and said:

"Fairy Zhao, just as you left, a small batch of flying swords arrived at the Letter Pavilion. This is the last batch of expedited flying swords today. There happened to be a letter with your name on it. Ha, what a coincidence... I was going to let you know tomorrow to pick it up, but I saw that you didn't go far, so I immediately caught up with you to let you know to save you the trouble tomorrow."

"And my letter?"

Concubine Zhao Ling was a little curious. After thinking about it, she couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me... where did it come from?"

The flattering manager looked a little embarrassed. He looked around and after a moment, he raised his hand to cover his mouth and whispered:

"Originally, I can't just say it casually... I took a look at it and it seemed to be the Dali side."

"Oh, thank you."

Zhao Lingfei was slightly startled, turned her head and looked at the curious little fox demon next to her, thanked the manager, and threw two green aphid coins.

"My husband also said that I was a spendthrift woman... Why didn't you say everything at once? Why did you send it in two batches... Can you explain your boasting?"

Concubine Zhao Ling laughed and shook her head, then took Su Xiaoxiao back to Xinyi Pavilion.

After one stick of incense.

In the Xin Pavilion Hall, in front of the third desk on the right.

After going through another signing procedure, Concubine Zhao Ling received a vermilion lacquered secret box in her hand.

She first raised her eyes, and couldn't help but glance at the cold-faced female official who was looking at her and Su Xiaoxiao with a strange look.

Then Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head slightly, and this time without waiting for Su Xiaoxiao's enthusiastic suggestion, she directly opened the secret box.

He took out a thin piece of letter paper.

The letter was spread out flat. It was sent from the foot of Jiyue Mountain a whole afternoon later than the first letter, but arrived here almost at the same time.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked down with a smile on her lips.

The letter contained only a short and illegible paragraph...

At this moment, the bustling hall suddenly became quiet.

Female officials, stewards, and students...

Everyone and everything stood still.

It’s not that I don’t want to move, but that I can’t move.

A purple sword hung quietly above everyone's head.

In the hall where time and space have frozen.

The atmosphere was eerie and dead silent.

There is not a trace of life.

The air took on a light purple hue, illuminated by the orange sunset that fell in through the window.

It felt like a dream for a moment.

And just when everyone in the hall was filled with horror.

In a corner of the hall, a woman with autumn eyes and a smile on her face was shaking uncontrollably.

At her feet, the third letter from Dali today slipped out of her hands at some point.

Lying quietly on the ground.

Another moment.

All the swords worn by the students in the hall, all the silver swords for sending messages on the second floor of the letter pavilion, all the jade swords for sending urgent messages in the collection on the top floor...

All of them were hanging upside down in the air quietly.

A little fox demon with eyes wide open and gradually becoming frightened fell on the cold floor.

She was the only one who could move in the hall at this moment. Her face was filled with fear but she kept reaching out her hand.

He reached for the letter at the feet of the trembling woman beside him...

It was dusk that day.

Wangque Taiqing Palace was drowned by countless sad sword chants.

…

…

…

"Brother Rong'er, what are you laughing at?"

On the way through the woods, Zhao Qian'er tilted her head and looked at Zhao Rong for a while, and asked curiously.

She had just helped him mail a letter to the young lady. When she came back, she found Brother Rong waiting for her quietly, with a smile on his face. He looked at her and then at the distant mountains.

The mood seems to be very good.

Could it be that he had done something secretly during the time she had just been away?

The little girl murmured.

At the moment, she was following Brother Rong'er to the residence of his good friend named Zhang Huizhi.

Although Xiao Qian'er was not very interested in the drinking and chatting among the Confucian scholars, she was very satisfied that she could get rid of the maid Su and let Brother Rong'er bring only her. She could also establish her authority among the maids who were not clear about their status in the family.

However, at this moment, seeing Brother Rong'er smiling inexplicably without saying a word and continuing to look at the distant mountains, Xiao Qian'er was still a little suspicious.

She pursed her lips slightly, "Brother Rong'er, have you done something to offend me again, or are you going to bully me again later? Have you come up with a new bad idea?"

The little girl, who was growing slimmer and prettier, now wished she could stick her head into her lover's heart to take a look.

See what he's thinking about every moment.

Unfortunately, it cannot be explored.

Zhao Rong: “…”

Why do you use the word 'again'?

Also, you little bastard, you are obviously a little girl, can you please stop looking and speaking like a woman who is complaining, as if you have been deceived by the most unfaithful man in the world...

I don’t know where I learned it from.

"Oh, I thought of something happy."

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from the distant mountains and said with a smile.

"Yeah."

Xiao Qian'er raised her little face, squinted her peach blossom eyes, glanced at her man, then circled around him twice, and suddenly stopped in front of Zhao Rong, stood on tiptoes, reached out and pinched his face where his smile had frozen.

She said seriously like a little adult: "Then you can't just think about those things that make you happy but make me and the lady unhappy."

“…”

Zhao Rong brushed away her hand that was pinching her face in annoyance and said speechlessly, "You are so disrespectful."

"whee……"

Xiao Qian'er burst out laughing, covered her mouth and laughed secretly, then took his big hands with her two little hands and started to swing on the swing.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, then looked at the distant mountains.

That is the direction of Duyou.

Just now, he took Xiao Qian'er to mail a letter. He fully demonstrated his talents in time management and traffic management. After some trouble, he also mailed a "letter home" back before she came back.

A little fox demon who is prone to daydreaming.

"I don't know if they received it... By the way, we shouldn't bump into each other, right? Ugh, what a crow's mouth..."

The young scholar muttered to himself, then shook his head, put aside his thoughts, and turned to think of ways to bully the arrogant Xiao Qian'er...

About half an hour later.

Zhao Rong brought Xiao Qian'er to the forest where the imperial tomb was located.

However, he did not immediately go to the Imperial Tomb Waterfall to rescue people.

In a forest upstream of the Huangling Waterfall, Zhao Rong stopped and grabbed Xiao Qian'er who was about to run around to pick fruit.

He looked up at the sky.

I guess I remembered the time.

According to the records on the imperial mausoleum map left behind by the imperial mausoleum craftsmen he rescued before leaving yesterday.

It is not difficult to enter the Dali Imperial Mausoleum.

Although even cultivators at the Tianzhi realm find it difficult to enter this place, as long as one masters the corresponding mechanical techniques, one will be able to pass through it unimpeded.

This is probably the reason why Xuecan and other string music girls wanted to kill the craftsmen in the imperial mausoleum as part of the sacrifice.

Before leaving, the imperial mausoleum craftsmen wrote down all the mechanical techniques for Zhao Rong.

However, they also emphasized one point.

Due to the confidentiality measures of the imperial mausoleum, entering the mausoleum not only requires mechanical skills, but also requires entry during specific time periods.

They are the Shen time during the day and the Chou time at midnight.

Before coming here, Zhao Rong looked at the map carefully twice.

He discovered that what was written by the imperial mausoleum craftsmen was indeed very detailed, even the functions and arrangements of some imperial mausoleum areas that he did not need to visit were marked out in great detail.

Zhao Rong looked at it curiously for a few more times, then looked away.

There were indeed a lot of gold and silver treasures hidden in the stone chambers of other tombs, but he didn't need these things, and he wasn't interested in robbing the imperial tombs...

So take Qian'er there later, and just do as it is written here.

He nodded, and had a rough idea in his mind.

in addition……

"But we have to prevent Qian'er from getting too curious and running around everywhere..."

Zhao Rong smiled inwardly.

Withdraw your gaze from the sky.

There was still some time before the afternoon 3 p.m., so instead of rushing to the imperial mausoleum to rescue people, he decided to stop by to meet his brother first.

These are the two things Zhao Rong has to do when he goes out. After finishing them, he will go back and concentrate on finding a way to catch the moon.

On the river bank upstream of Huangling Waterfall, in a bamboo forest.

There seemed to be a newly built building in the distance.

The all-green bamboo cottages are very eye-catching in the autumn when the bamboo leaves are sparse.

A faint wisp of smoke rose from the roof, adding a touch of worldly air.

Zhao Rong came here with little Qian'er who was looking around curiously.

The residence where Senior Brother Zhang came with his wife, children and servants to keep vigil for the late Emperor Dali was not far upstream from the Imperial Tomb Waterfall.

However, Zhao Rong guessed that they probably didn't know the entrance to the imperial mausoleum, but only knew roughly the area where the imperial mausoleum was located.

So they settled down here.

At present, there are about ten houses in the bamboo forest.

Among them, at the edge of these buildings, there is a bamboo courtyard simply surrounded by a low fence.

The gate to the courtyard was half open.

There was a young scholar in front of the house. He was wearing a black robe and seemed to have just bathed and changed his clothes in the afternoon. His black hair was draped over his shoulders, and was blown by the breeze from all directions from time to time.

He was kneeling on the couch on the right side of the tea table in the courtyard, holding a book in his left hand and supporting his temple with his right hand.

With eyes closed and head slightly lowered, he seemed half asleep and half awake.

The body sways gently in the autumn breeze.

The mist from the teacup beside him was drifting across his face.

The young scholar had a thin face and thin lips, and the firm lines on his face looked as if they had been cut by a knife or an axe.

"Brother Huizhi, you are really good at stealing a little time to relax from your busy life."

Zhao Rong laughed loudly.

The young scholar slowly opened his eyes and looked at it calmly.

A young Confucian scholar was standing in front of the courtyard gate with his sleeves rolled up.

Smile at him.

Behind the young scholar who had kept his promise was a pretty girl with a fairy-like temperament who never left his side. At this moment, she was looking left and right, observing the surrounding environment, and occasionally looking at him in the courtyard.

Zhang Huizhi withdrew his gaze from Zhao Qianer and looked at Zhao Rong, who had a bright smile.

"Brother Ziyu, you are here."

He smiled slightly, stood up from the couch, exhaled softly, his eyes half closed, as if he had not yet woken up.

When he stood up, his body was slightly unsteady.

There is a kind of trance and calmness after lunch break.

"Of course I have to come. If I hadn't come, how would I know that there is a good place to relax around Jiyue Mountain, Brother Huizhi's Qingfeng Bamboo Forest. Haha, Brother Huizhi, are you willing to take me with you to relax?"

Zhao Rong smiled.

Zhang Huizhi nodded slightly, stood in front of the couch, clasped his fists and bowed to the young Confucian scholar outside the courtyard gate.

"Brother Ziyu, please come in. I've been waiting for you."

Only then did Zhao Rong grab the hem of his Confucian robe, step over the threshold, and bring Zhao Qian'er into the courtyard and come to the tea table.

"Your Majesty didn't send anyone to invite Brother Huizhi to attend the celebration?"

Zhang Huizhi shook his head. "As a minister, I am guarding the tomb of the late emperor on behalf of Your Majesty and the Queen Mother. It is not appropriate for me to participate in such a lively event."

He glanced at Zhao Rong and said, "Besides, didn't Brother Ziyu go either?"

"I'm different."

Zhao Rong smiled, looked around at the quiet bamboo forest courtyard, and sighed:

"What a great place, with the breeze from the bamboo leaves, the bright moon in the mountain mist, tea, wine, poetry and books to keep you company, and a wife, children and loyal servants to keep you company... Guarding the mausoleum for three years is also a good way to cultivate your mind and cultivate your character. You must be loyal, righteous, polite and trustworthy, and cultivate yourself and your family. When you leave the mountain, you will govern the country and bring peace to the world."

Zhao Rong said in a joking tone.

Zhang Huizhi shook his head seriously, "I am just a foolish scholar, I dare not hope so foolishly."

At this time, the door of the north room next door opened, and a simple woman came to the tea table respectfully, holding a fruit plate and a wine pot.

The woman behaved in a dignified manner, lowered her head, held the case at her eyebrows, and brought the wine and snacks to the table.

"Mr. Zhao, please enjoy your meal."

She bowed respectfully to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong waved his hand, and quickly reached out to help take the plate, smiling helplessly:

"Sister-in-law, no need to be polite. My name is Zhao Ziyu, you can just call me Ziyu."

Zhang Huizhi did not look at the woman. He knelt on the couch with his back straight and his face calm. At this time, he reached out and pressed down Zhao Rong's helping hand.

"The guest should follow the host's wishes. I can leave these small matters to my wife. There is no reason to let the guests do it."

Zhao Rong looked at the serious and rigid young Confucian scholar and the polite and simple woman, and had no choice but to nod and take his hand back.

Then, he glanced sideways and glanced at Xiao Qian'er beside him.

The little girl, who was staring at the newly served wine, was stunned for a moment after receiving the gaze, but soon understood.

Brother Rong'er wants her to learn how to be like 'other people's wives'.

Xiao Qian'er snorted twice.

Well, does being a scholar's wife have to be a "roller"? Besides, she is not disrespectful. In front of others, she and the young lady also make you look good... Humph, and... and why don't you learn from the scholar Zhang Huizhi, who only has a wife and a child? How many do you want? The playboy Rong'er?

Xiao Qian'er was not willing to be outdone, and she also squinted her eyes and gave Zhao Rong a look that said "look at other people's husbands".

Zhao Rong: “…”

Just as the young couple was secretly exchanging glances.

Zhang Huizhi asked the simple lady, "Yunniang, where is Fu'er?"

The woman lowered her eyebrows and said in a pleasant tone, "Fuer took a short nap at noon, and then continued with the homework that my husband assigned to him in the morning. He worked on it for an hour. After finishing it, he practiced calligraphy in the north room. He has been writing until now, waiting for my husband to continue assigning homework..."

"Let him continue practicing calligraphy."

"yes."

The simple woman responded and stepped back.