The light from afar shines on, revealing the decayed gate, the cobwebs and dust, and the dim gold letters on the half-slanted plaque, "Prince's Mansion", the first gold letter has been knocked out.
This seems to be some prince's mansion, but the mansions that Feng Zhiwei knows about 20, 50 or 70 princes are not here, which prince's mansion is this
What is Concubine Qing doing here
Feng Zhiwei covered her face, her eyes were piercing, watching Concubine Qing push open the dusty door, go straight into the courtyard and walk around in the already decayed garden, as if anxiously waiting for someone.
Immediately, she seemed to hear something, and dodged away.
With a "squeak", the dusty door was pushed open for the second time. A man in a brocade robe walked in leading a child. He waved his hand, and several guards stayed outside the door respectfully.
Feng Zhiwei, who was lying on the roof tiles of the Sanjin courtyard, turned her head when she heard footsteps, her eyes narrowed.
It was Ning Ji and his son who met during the day.
On this late night, in this abandoned palace, the people who come here are more strange than the other!
Ning Ji's expression didn't look like he had an appointment with someone. He held the child in his hand and carried a box in his hand, and walked slowly in, until he reached Nei Sanjin's garden, and stopped beside a white stone table , took out some dish fruits from the box, offered them up, and lit three more sticks of incense.
He clasped his hands together, bowed to the incense stick, turned his head and told the child, "Qi'er, come and bow too."
The child obediently came up and bowed with fists wrapped. Ning Ji patted his head approvingly, took out some paper money from the box, and silently burned it on the ground.
Feng Zhiwei on the roof tile looked puzzled, it was obvious that Ning Ji was paying homage to the dead, but who was the dead, he didn't dare to openly pay homage, but secretly burned paper here, it's really strange.
The fire ignited, emitting pale silver smoke, the child squatted down, and asked in a childlike voice: "Daddy, are you burning paper for grandma and mother?"
"No." Ning Ji added paper slowly, "This is for you...uncle, third uncle."
The child blinked and looked at him, completely clueless about this "Third Uncle".
"Actually, I am also burning paper on behalf of someone else, and I am not familiar with you, the third uncle." Ning Ji smiled bitterly, "I was young when he died, so I don't remember what he looked like at all."
The child picked up the paper money and threw it into the fire as if having fun, giggling. Ning Ji looked at him gently, without any intention of blaming him, and just said to himself: "Although I don't remember him, but he I protected Sixth Brother, and Sixth Brother relied on his help to get to university safely, and then Sixth Brother protected me, without him, there would be no Sixth Brother, and naturally I would not have a good life, so he is also my benefactor."
He burned the paper money one by one, and said in a soft tone, "Third Brother, don't blame Sixth Brother, he is in a high position, his background is different from others, and his every move is watched by countless people. It has not been easy these years, he It’s inconvenient to come to worship you, I’ll come, I’ll burn some more paper money for you on his behalf, you’re in heaven, please take care to bless him more.”
At this moment, Feng Zhiwei suddenly realized.
It turns out that today is the anniversary of the death of the third prince who was killed in the mutiny.
The prince who died the earliest in the dynasty died not so much because he was defeated and killed, but because he was framed by his brothers, and the young man who was forced to watch the death of his only elder brother who loved him by the bridge, Even though he avenged him many years later, he could only keep it secret. Even on the anniversary of his death every year, he could only be sacrificed by an irrelevant younger brother.
Speaking of it, Ning Ji and Ning Yi are a bit like the third prince and Ning Yi back then, the rare brotherhood in the royal family.
She was feeling lost, and her eyes froze suddenly.
And Ning Ji who was burning paper also turned his head away.
The light gray smoke curled up, and a person turned around behind the colonnade. Her unique gait was graceful and natural. Even if she appeared in the smoke, she looked like Luoshen Lingbo.
Ning Ji was stunned for a moment, recognized her, was a little surprised, but not too surprised, and said in a low voice: "My lady, why are you here now..."
Concubine Qing's eyes flicked across his face, and then fell on the child's face, she looked at the child without blinking, and said with a gentle smile: "When I saw him earlier, I felt that his face was a bit wrong, and I thought I wouldn't catch a cold. , the more I thought about it, the more I couldn't sleep, and I remembered that tonight is this day, you might come out, so I waited here first."
Ning Ji lowered his head to look at the child, and said vaguely: "It's okay, otherwise I won't be able to take him out... Don't worry..." Then he pushed the child forward, and said softly, "Go see Concubine Qing. "
Concubine Qing squatted down and opened her arms towards the child. Her face no longer had the dignity and arrogance of the day, and her eyes were eager to drown the child opposite.
That child must have been brought into the palace by him often, and he didn't recognize his birth, so he greeted Concubine Qing with a smile, and said in a childlike voice: "May my mother please..."
Before he finished speaking, he was hugged by Concubine Qing into her arms. She hugged him so hard that the child was startled, and looked back at Ning Ji in panic. His mouth was about to cry. Ning Ji told him Made a nonchalant smile.
Feng Zhiwei narrowed his eyes on the roof tiles.
Concubine Qing, who was squatting, was facing her. She clearly saw Concubine Qing's shocked expression when she hugged the child, and saw the warmth and indulgence in her eyes as she hugged his small body tightly.
Feng Zhiwei suddenly pulled up the mask, and then threw herself down without hesitation!
She floated down like a willow leaf in the wind, and grabbed the child as soon as she stretched out her hand!
Concubine Qing was shocked, picked up the child and backed away, Ning Ji rushed over in a panic, shouting: "Who are you? Stop!"
With a wave of Feng Zhiwei's hand, he signaled that Ning Ji would be trapped by the Blood Buddha that followed him so that he would not hurt his life. He kept a close eye on Concubine Qing, who hurriedly ran to the front yard with the child in her arms, Feng Zhiwei kept chasing after her , followed behind her like a ghost, beckoning killers, all towards the child in her arms.
She has a question in her mind tonight, and she must force it out!
Sure enough, Concubine Qing was more concerned about the child than her own life. As soon as Feng Zhiwei's killer came out, she tried her best to block it. Her martial arts were already inferior to Feng Zhiwei's, and when she was distracted, she became more and more at a loss, and couldn't do a few moves. With a sound, her sleeves were torn apart by Feng Zhiwei's palm, and long bloodstains immediately appeared on her snow-white skin.