As soon as he looked up, he saw the familiar door of the house.
At this time, someone said: "Is the person here the imperial concubine?"
If these words were for the "Great Concubine Empress", it could be called rude, Ran Xiaoyu frowned immediately, and the few Jin Yiwei around her also showed an angry look.
However, Nanyan raised her hand and stopped them.
Then he took a step forward and walked in front of the emaciated old man in a long-washed blue cloth gown. This man was about sixty years old, with gray hair, and his wrinkled face was frowning tightly, showing displeasure , and even hostile expressions.
Nan Yan said calmly: "That's right, I am the imperial concubine."
"..."
"Is there anything the old man wants to say to Bengong?"
When he heard that she was really a noble concubine, the old man showed even more anger on his face, and said, "Then, what is the noble concubine here for?"
"Of course they are the people who came to condolences to Jane's family."
"Condolence?"
A look of disdain flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said coldly: "Jian's family has suffered such a disaster, and the grassroots are deeply saddened. Why didn't the court give us an explanation, but just let the imperial concubine come to express condolences? Could it be that just this condolence can be enough? Let the dead rest in peace?"
What he said was obviously angry.
The people around were affected by his words, and they all showed aggrieved expressions, and whispered: "Yes, we want an explanation."
"The imperial concubine came to express her condolences, can this matter be passed?"
"People from Jane's family can't die in such an ignorant way!"
When Ran Xiaoyu heard the provocative words, she immediately became angry: "You—"
Nan Yan once again reached out to stop her, turned to look at the old man, and said calmly: "The old man, and you all, I can understand the grievances of the Jian family, but—"
She raised her voice suddenly, and said, "The dead are the greatest!"
The clamor of the crowd was suddenly overwhelmed by these four words, and everyone fell silent.
Nan Yan continued: "Since you are all scholars, you should be able to understand. If you have anything to say, it won't be too late until I mourn the deceased."
Everyone was speechless by her two words.
The old man was a little angry, but he could only step aside.
Nan Yan led Ran Xiaoyu and the others inside.
This mansion was built in Beiping in advance by members of the Jian family following the emperor's move of the capital. Probably because of Mr. Jian's temperament, even the entrance hall was chosen to be exactly the same as the old mansion before. There are also some bamboos planted here.
However, that warm and elegant atmosphere has long since disappeared.
Seeing this house, Nan Yan already understood something in her heart, and she couldn't help but turn red-eyed.
Go all the way to the mourning hall ahead.
It was all white here, like a cold snow cave, with white flags fluttering on both sides, as if countless figures were shaking, but when Nan Yan looked carefully, he could only see those cold names on the spiritual tablet——
Jian Tongguang.
Jane Ruojun.
Also, Mrs. Jiahe, and the little pig who didn't even have time to get his name.
Seeing this understanding, Nan Yan couldn't hold back anymore, and burst into tears.
"Ma'am!"
Ran Xiaoyu was afraid that her grief would affect her body, so she hurriedly supported her, while Nanyan suppressed her grief, and with her service, she offered incense to the members of Jian's family.
There is a difference in honor and inferiority, and she can't bow down.
I could only stand in the center of the mourning hall and look at the cold coffins behind the flying white flags. Inside were people from Jane's family who had given me warmth during her most difficult and painful times. A person who gave himself strength.
They are all good people.
But it ended up like this.
God, it's so unfair!
She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and said word by word: "I will definitely not let you die in vain. Those who kill you, I must make him pay the price! For sure!"
Ran Xiaoyu said softly: "Your Majesty, don't be too sad."
Nan Yan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hand, then turned her head to look to the other side.
Jian's family has been wiped out, and the ones guarding the spirit here are Jian Tongguang's students. During the temporary period at Jian's house, Nanyan also met these people, and they are very familiar with them.
Several students knelt in front of the brazier, weeping.
One of them raised his head, looked at Nan Yan, and said, "Your concubine, please give the teacher justice, they, they are too miserable!"
Nan Yan nodded and said softly, "My condolences to you."
"yes."
Nan Yan glanced back at the spiritual seats again, and said, "By the way, have you guys been here for the past few days, have you seen the Second Young Master come back?"
The student shook his head and said, "No."
"..."
"Since he left, he hasn't come back."
Of course, Nan Yan knew that the "leave" he said meant that Jian Ruocheng left and followed King Ning to Changqing City.
At that time, he probably would never have thought that this farewell would be a forever farewell.
Nan Yan's eyes turned even redder. She looked at the back of the lobby and asked, "Is there anyone inside?"
"No, since this incident happened, no one has gone after it."
"..."
"We haven't been in there either."
"Then, can I go in and have a look?"
"Your Majesty, please go ahead."
Nan Yan let a few Jin Yiwei stay here, and took Ran Xiaoyu through the lobby and walked to the back.
This house is really exactly the same as the old house in Jinling, and even some porches are the same as before, looking very elegant.
But now, there is a heavy dead air hanging over it.
Moreover, because no one lived there, and naturally there were no lights, and the sky was getting darker, after walking for a while, they could hardly see the way ahead.
Ran Xiaoyu supported her, and said softly: "Madam, do you want to go in?"
"..."
"Here, nothing will happen."
"..."
"Let's go back."
Nan Yan didn't speak, just stood on the long corridor, looking ahead, suddenly, she saw in the darkness, as if in a room, a little light flashed.
But immediately, it darkened.
Nan Yandao: "What is that?"
As she spoke, she hurried forward. Ran Xiaoyu was afraid that she would fall, so she hurried over to support her, and they walked to a courtyard.
This courtyard is large and spacious, but also simple, the doors and windows are closed, and it is gloomy.
Ran Xiaoyu said: "Your Majesty, what did you see?"
Nan Yan didn't say a word, she walked up directly, stretched out her hands and pushed open the two doors.
With a creaking sound, there was a cold smell in the room. They saw at a glance that there was a bookcase against the wall, and many ancient books were neatly stacked on it. They knew at a glance that it was Jian Tongguang's room. .
But there was no one there.
Nan Yan murmured: "How could it be...?"
Ran Xiaoyu said softly: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid you have misread it."
"..."
"There is no one here anymore."
Nanyan's nose soured, tears almost came down again.
Just when her eyes were dim with tears, she suddenly noticed a faint, almost invisible light smoke from the wick of the motionless candlestick on the table.