Miss Jun looked at the person running ahead.

After walking for a while, a village could be seen in the distance.

At this time, the location was still not far from the capital, only a few miles at most.

There are only a few villages within a few miles of the capital.

Now in this direction...

Miss Jun stopped and looked around and then looked forward.

luk jia zhuang.

Lu Yunqi's hometown.

She had never been here with Lu Yunqi, but Lu Yunqi had told her about it.

He is going to Lujiazhuang?

Miss Jun looked at the figure in the hazy night.

Is there any way to deal with Lu Yunqi?

What can Lu Jiazhuang do to deal with him?

Miss Jun sighed inwardly.

Lu Yunqi lost his mother when he was born and his father when he was ten years old. He had no relatives or friends to protect him, and he managed to make a living by inheriting his father's job in the Jinyi Guard. He didn't even have a house in Lujiazhuang, and he no longer considered this place his home, except for the ancestral tomb.

Ancestral tomb.

Miss Jun was a little distracted.

By the way, after I die, will I be buried with my father and mother?

My father was buried in the imperial mausoleum with my mother as the crown prince. What about me? Will I be buried with my father and mother in their mausoleums?

Miss Jun suddenly thought of where she should go after daybreak. She decided to go to the imperial mausoleum and take a look at it from a distance.

Her eyes were a little sore, and she didn't know whether it was because of the grief or because she had endured the whole night, but she suddenly didn't want to follow Zhu Zan anymore.

After all, he had nothing to do with her.

She looked ahead.

The vision seemed to become hazy in an instant, just like a drop of water in thick ink, and then more and more water poured in, the night faded, and the blue light was hazy. The east gradually turned white.

The night passed and the morning came.

The figure in the hazy green light also became clearer, and was very conspicuous walking in the wilderness.

He suddenly stopped, and Miss Jun hesitated for a moment and stood in the dense bushes without moving.

I didn't plan to go up and say hello, so I didn't want him to notice me.

He did not turn around, but reached out and pulled off the beard on his face, revealing his smooth and handsome profile in the hazy green light.

It was indeed Zhu Zan. He hadn't changed much since we last met at Huaiqing Mansion.

He touched his face with his hand, his thick eyebrows wrinkled, and he seemed a little dissatisfied. Then he rolled up his sleeves, leaned over, picked up the dew on the roadside grass and rubbed it on his face.

Over and over again, handful after handful, several times before he stood up, touching his face again with a satisfied smile.

If there was a mirror at this moment, Miss Jun had no doubt that he would take it out and take a careful look.

He really hasn't changed since we parted at Huaiqing Mansion. He's still so inexplicable.

Zhu Zan used his dewy hands to smooth his hair and patted his clothes, which were wrinkled and stained with blood and dust after last night's fight.

Wrinkles, mess and dust can be removed by patting. But bloodstains are a bit troublesome. Zhu Zan wiped a handful of dew and rubbed the bloodstains on the corner of his clothes carefully, but the bloodstains spread out and stained a larger area.

He patted the corner of his clothes in annoyance, muttered something, gave up, straightened his clothes, straightened his back, and strode forward again.

Has this man forgotten that he is still being hunted?

Or was he so sure that the Imperial Guards wouldn't be able to find him?

Miss Jun looked back. Even if no one was chasing her, who could guarantee that the net had been set up in front?

As for Zhu Zan, just arrest him. With Duke Cheng around, the emperor can't really do anything to him. Why make such a fuss? What good will it do?

If you can still leave after arriving at the capital, then this emperor will no longer need to be the emperor.

For a man as wise and outstanding as Duke Cheng, would it be a headache for him to have such a son?

Miss Jun looked at Zhu Zan walking forward through the bushes.

She did not take another step to catch up with him, thinking that she would turn around and leave once he walked away.

Zhu Zan, however, was not walking far, unlike last night when he was walking fast and unpredictable. He was walking slowly, tilting his head and looking left and right, like a villager who got up early and took a leisurely stroll.

Miss Jun thought that she was a very patient person under the training of her master, but at this moment she was a little impatient.

Or just turn around and leave. Even if he finds me, what difference does it make? Is he the only one who can come to the capital? Is he the only one who can walk on the main road? It's just a coincidence.

Just as she was about to turn around, she saw Zhu Zan stopped at the end of the road.

Of course, the road has no end. The so-called end is just a bend in the road or a downhill slope.

The green light faded a little more, and Miss Jun's vision became clearer, so in addition to Zhu Zan, she also saw a wooden house on the side of the road.

Of course, there would not be a wooden house built in the wilderness for no reason. In fact, it was not an ordinary wooden house, but a house for guarding tombs.

It is good enough for ordinary people to have a grave. The better ones will have a tombstone. The better ones will be more exquisite, with open floors and secret chambers. Of course, the specifications are much smaller than in reality, indicating that they are different from those used by living people.

At this time, the wooden house next to Zhu Zan was better than those open buildings and hidden pavilions. It was specially used for grave keepers.

Only the tombs of kings and nobles are equipped with gravekeepers to clean and guard the tombs.

Are there any tombs of royal nobles in Lujiazhuang?

As the thought flashed through her mind, Miss Jun's body suddenly stiffened and her hands hanging at her sides clenched.

The royal family of Lujiazhuang.

She came out from behind the bushes and walked quickly towards where Zhu Zan was.

Her steps were still light and silent, her expression was still calm and easy-going, and she ran forward towards the gradually brightening morning light.

Zhu Zan had disappeared at the end of the road.

Miss Jun stood at the end of the road.

She guessed wrong. The end of the road was not a bend or a downhill slope, but it was really an end. The road ahead was no longer a road, but a cemetery, or to be more precise, a mausoleum.

There are not many tombs in the mausoleum, just six scattered ones.

It has been repaired neatly and cleanly, without even a single weed. The pine and cypress trees in front of the tomb show signs of having been freshly trimmed, which shows that the gravekeepers here take good care of it.

There was a tomb that looked very high-end and new, with offerings placed in front of it, which showed that someone had visited it not long ago.

Miss Jun looked at the tombstone. From her high vantage point, she could clearly see the words written on it.

The tomb of Princess Nine-Year-Old.

My grave, it turns out, is finally buried in the Lu family’s ancestral tomb.

He was bound in this way during his lifetime, and he will still be bound after his death.

Miss Jun's vision became a little blurry, and at the same time, the first ray of sunlight in the morning emerged from the ground, forcing her to see the tombstone clearly.

Zhu Zan was still standing there, reaching out his hand to touch it with some restraint, then carefully took out two small bottles from his arms.

What is he going to do?

What's in that bottle?

Was he going to take revenge on Lu Yunqi by destroying his own tomb?

It's really ridiculous. Lu Yunqi is not angry at all. He is very happy.

Miss Jun watched Zhu Zan tip a small bottle onto the stone platform in front of the tomb. In the bright morning light, it looked like a bunch of dry and rotten leaves.

What is it? Do you want some fire?

Miss Jun frowned slightly, and then saw Zhu Zan tip over another bottle.

This bottle contains dark juice.

Is it the oil that caught fire?

The juice fell on the rotten leaves, which were instantly wetted.

There was no fire, no burning, just rotten leaves spread out on the stone platform.

What is this for?

The thought flashed through Miss Jun's mind again, and then her eyes widened suddenly and she opened her mouth in an uncontrollable manner.

The bunch of dead grass and rotten leaves actually turned red and stretched out like a blooming red flower.

Not like, it's a flower.

Miss Jun recognized this flower, but she had never seen it in person.

Northern sand birch.

This is a flower that only grows north of the town, blooming on steep cliffs. When in full bloom, it looks gorgeous on the cliffs like a ball of fire, but it withers immediately after being plucked. Legend has it that it can only stay bright and beautiful for a long time if it is nourished by human blood.

So many people there use this flower to express their love for their loved ones. They pick it, cut their hands, and give the flower to the person they love with blood.

When she was a child, she was very curious about this legend and would read books or ask people who had seen it to draw it for her.

Moreover, she wanted to verify for herself whether blood could really nourish it. With just one word from her father, the flower could be sent to the capital despite all the difficulties.

However, her father was brought up in a strict family and was kind-hearted. He would never allow her to do such a ridiculous thing. Firstly, he did not like bloodshed, and secondly, he did not like the loss of labor and property.

But she is just a child and cannot care about so many things.

Then she was kicked off the wall of Duke Cheng's house and beaten. Then Duke Cheng came to visit her. Then she asked Duke Cheng to secretly send her a flower at the right time so that she could see it.

Then she left the capital and headed south. Then she never saw Duke Cheng again. Then her father and mother died, and then she died too.

She had forgotten all about it until she saw the flower.

The flower was picked up by someone and left Miss Jun's sight.

Miss Jun looked at the person holding the flowers.

Zhu Zan raised his hand and the flower fell steadily and accurately on the tombstone.

At this time, the sunlight completely jumped out from the ground, shining on the red flowers, making them sparkle and look as fresh and tender as if they were just picked.

He came from the north across a thousand miles.

He escaped from escort.

He hid here and there, running around north and south.

He changed his name and disguised himself.

He broke into the capital, killed Jinyi, and rushed through the city gate.

He walked with his liquid leaking out, his face clean with morning dew.

Just to lay a flower on this grave?

Miss Jun stood there, seemingly dazzled by the sunlight and unable to see anything clearly.