However, the grandmother in Wen Jian's imagination was obviously an ordinary person, so how could she appear in a place like the imperial mausoleum...
Wen Jian subconsciously raised his head and glanced at his father beside him, but his father did not tell him immediately. He just took his little hand to the huge ancestral hall, lit the incense and handed it to him. His voice was gentle: "Be careful with it." .”
Wen Jian took it obediently and carefully.
Then she followed her father to a memorial tablet. Wen Jian couldn't understand the seal characters on the memorial tablet, but she heard her father say: "Xiao Jian, this is your grandmother. Kneel down and kowtow to her."
Wen Jian nodded blankly and knelt down with Ji Xubai.
This was also the first time that Ji Xubai came to pay homage to Mr. Su. He looked at the cold memorial tablet and had many words in his heart that he wanted to say, but in the end he just turned into one sentence in his heart - I know you don't think highly of me and me. Wen Zhigu, in the future, I will use my actions to prove that I regret it and will spend the rest of my life to compensate Wen Zhigu and Wen Jian.
At that time, Wen Jian was also looking at the spiritual tablet.
The little guy's eyes were too pure and clean, without the slightest impurity, with a touch of confusion and ignorance, looking at the memorial tablet.
He seemed to gradually understand two words clearly.
Chi Yun.
The little guy suddenly remembered something.
Before he could recover, his father had already taken away the incense in his hand. Wen Jian took out the jade necklace that his uncle had given him earlier from his neck. There was also the same word - cloud engraved inside.
Wen Jian looked up at the coffin in confusion, and couldn't help but ask, "Grandma...is she...a distinguished person?"
Although Wen Jian is only four years old, she has been surrounded by her mother since she was a child, so she naturally knows what kind of place the imperial mausoleum is. However, how could Wen Jian's grandmother be in the imperial mausoleum...
Ji Xubai did not hide the secret from the little guy. He nodded lightly and said, "Your grandmother is Chi Yun. However, not many people know about it. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Xiao Jian cannot tell others."
The little guy frowned in confusion: "Can't Qingzhi say the same thing?"
Hearing this, Ji Xubai smiled faintly: "Qingzhi can do it." Moreover, according to the relationship between Wen Zhigu and Shu Nuan, there is nothing else that cannot be said. Besides, Shu Nuan also knows the importance, so naturally he can say it. .
After coming out of the main hall, Ji Xubai took the little guy to another part of the imperial mausoleum to appreciate the good words of his ancestors. Wen Jian was very interested in this. He followed his father around all morning and learned a lot from his father. Things that he had never known before, but once again, once he thought about how his father had hurt his mother, Wen Jian would never forgive his father.
"This is... the calligraphy stele left by Mr. Mu Li during his lifetime." Ji Xubai stopped at a pavilion and looked at the poems on the calligraphy stele. After a long while, he continued softly, "Your mother When I was studying in the academy, I loved reading his poems the most. She always said that Mu Li's poems were indifferent to the secular world, but I wanted to have sex with her at that time. It was because Mu Li was aloof and self-admired..." Ji Xubai thought of that paragraph. In the past, it was both funny and sad, but in the end, she just smiled bitterly and said calmly: "Now it seems that she was right."
Probably because at that time, it was already deeply ingrained in my heart that whatever Wen Zhigu did was wrong, so I never agreed with her.