Emperor Tianyuan

In the courtyard, Yong'er was having a great time playing Cuju with the little eunuchs.

When Gu Lin walked over, he bumped into him without thinking, and almost fell down.

There were traces of saliva on the dragon robe.

"The emperor's redemption!" The little eunuch turned pale with fright, and hurriedly pulled Yong'er to kneel down together.

But Yong'er didn't know how to kneel down obediently, and when she was pulled back, she opened her mouth and yelled in dissatisfaction.

Gu Lin didn't take it seriously, patted his head, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, let him go. Even if Yong'er bumped into anyone, it's all right."

This is the last point of contact between him and Xuan Luo, so I can rest assured that I keep it under my nose.

"In this palace, Young Master Yong can go anywhere." Director Li whispered to Qi Xin before leaving, "Stay at ease, I won't wait for the next master."

After finishing speaking, he trotted behind Gu Lin, and the master and servant left Zhengyang Palace together.

Qi Xin smiled bitterly, but the empress was not surprised that there was no next master here, and whether there was one had nothing to do with her, she would not know and did not want to know.

Three months later, Gu Lin finally let go and asked those who were still searching for the Queen's traces to withdraw, but he never officially announced the news of the Queen's death, let alone held a funeral.

Since then, Zhengyang Palace has become a special forbidden place in the palace.

Except for the emperor and the eldest prince, no one else is allowed to enter the palace without a master.

And all the palace people who used to follow the empress have the same scenery when they go out, which is the envy of the servants of other palaces.

No one would have thought that after the unfavored queen was gone, the emperor would value her so much in turn.

It seems that the emperor will not have any successors for a while.

No matter what the emperor thought, Qixin still went her own way, led the palace people to build a paper house like Xuanfu and burned it down.

The emperor didn't stop or reprimand, as if he acquiesced.

He even plucked up his courage, and in the early spring when the snow melted, he went out of the palace to the paddock of autumn hunting, and revisited the old place.

This time, she accidentally discovered the mask that Mu Qing had worn.

Gu Lin remembered that it was the night before the end of the autumn hunt, he followed Mu Qing's singing voice and found Xuan Luo.

He carefully recalled every scene of that night, and remembered that Xuan Luo kicked something away at his feet very quickly after he came out.

The mask was already broken, presumably she stepped on it, and with a broken heart, she sang, "Boil a pot of sorrows and joys of life and death, and pay homage to the young man"...

Who is the boy?

Is it Brother Gu who failed Mu Qing, or Mu Qing herself.

Maybe both.

Gu Lin found the best craftsman to learn the technique of repairing, and personally repaired the mask to the best possible extent.

A village on the outskirts of the capital.

In the simple earthen hut, a man with sparkling peach eyes poked a boy as if he was watching a show.

"Hey, there is still no funeral for you. I heard that you didn't even set up a tomb. I don't think there will be any. You say you are so bad!"

The boy stretched his waist, showing a slight smile, and his cute dimples were looming.

He waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "You can do whatever you want. The important thing is that I can go far and fly high, and the sky and the earth are waiting for me!"

This young man is indeed the propagandist of men's clothing.

She didn't care at all how Gu Lin buried the queen, because they didn't matter anymore.

"Those searchers have withdrawn, three months! I'm almost suffocated to death, the Great Yong Emperor is really persevering. You still say you are not favored?"

The peach-eyed man was the assassin who kidnapped her that day, and asked her to call him Xiao Zhan.

"Didn't you also find out that I am the Empress of the Lenggong? It's strange, why do you listen to Gu Lin so much? If he chooses Feng Lan, you really let Feng Lan go. Based on the information you found, isn't it a push? Will Feng Lan hit him even more if he goes down?" Xuan Luo was a little curious.

"Because..." Xiao Zhan's teasing look suddenly darkened, and he looked far away, looking at the blue sky outside the window.