She went to visit her own grave, which felt really awkward.
However, just think of that tomb as the tomb of the original owner Leng Xiao. After all, she is really dead.
I believe that when she was buried, some of her original clothes would be taken away and a tomb was built for her.
The weather is already a bit cold, and the people below have to make a lot of preparations for the sick emperor's grandson to travel.
When they were about to leave, the queen also sent someone to deliver a handwritten Buddhist scripture for them to burn in front of Leng Xiao's grave.
Leng Xiao was a little surprised. The queen personally copied Buddhist scriptures for her?
I thought that everyone in the royal family would hate Leng Xiao because she was from the Prime Minister's Palace.
Could it be that Nangong Yitian told them the real story?
Will they believe it?
Nangong Yitian asked Lord Wei to put away the Buddhist scriptures and start setting off.
Nangong Yitian rode his horse, while Leng Xiao and Xiaogui Dan were on the carriage, accompanied by two maids, A Jin and A Tuan.
Aunt Zhu is too old to travel and travel, and I heard Master Wei say that she has a deep affection for Leng Xiao, and she is afraid that she will cry out of proportion in front of the grave and make her grandson sad.
Along the carriage, Little Guitan held Leng Xiao's hand tightly, and his whole body tensed up.
Seeing him like this, Leng Xiao asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Little Turtle Dan shook his head, "No, it's my first time going to grandma's grave, so I'm a little nervous."
"Have you never been there before?"
Little Guitan said: "Dad set up a throne of immortality for my mother in the temple and took me to see it."
"No need to be nervous, she is your mother-in-law and will protect you." Leng Xiao felt a little sad.
"If I can't cure it, you can see grandma." Little Turtle Egg said softly.
Leng Xiao scolded, "Don't talk nonsense, it will definitely be cured."
The little turtle egg was leaning on her shoulder. He was not in good spirits. The side effects of the medicine were quite serious, and the bumps in the carriage would make him even more uncomfortable.
Leng Xiao put her arms around him and said softly: "Get some sleep, we'll be there soon."
Little Turtle Egg's eyes were half-opened, "Doctor, your voice is really nice, just like my grandma's voice."
Leng Xiao reached out and touched his forehead, "Really? How do you know my voice sounds like your aunt?"
Little Guitan closed his eyes and felt the comfort of her palm, "I think this is the voice A Niang has."
Leng Xiao fell silent, her mood rising and falling with the bumps of the carriage, and she never calmed down.
The carriage moved slowly, and it took more than two hours to arrive.
After getting off the carriage, the guards came over to carry the little turtle eggs, because they still had to walk a mountainous road.
In fact, it is a mountain road, but it has been repaired to make it very wide and smooth, but it is not enough for carriages.
There are sparse trees all the way, and wild chrysanthemums bloom on both sides, and the quiet fragrance floats all the way.
Nangong Yitian walked in the front. He remained silent and walked forward with his back to Leng Xiao. Leng Xiao could not see his expression.
It just felt like his whole body was shrouded in a gloomy gloom that was too thick to be resolved.
After walking for about half an hour, we arrived at the main tomb.
Leng Xiao looked at the tomb. The tomb was about one foot wide and long. There was a stone tablet erected on it. She took a look at the words on the tablet and found that it was erected in the name of Little Turtle Egg for her mother. The inscription on the right side was Nangong Si Nian. .
I thought he would build her tomb and erect a tombstone with the name Princess Yi on it, but there was no such thing.
She was a little disappointed.
But I have to say that although the tomb is small, it is well taken care of. There is not even a weed around the tomb. A row of loquat trees was picked and planted around the tomb, which is lush and green.
She suddenly remembered an ancient poem, "There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. My wife planted it when she died, and now it is as tall as a canopy."
I feel really uncomfortable.
She and Nangong Yitian have never loved each other, they have missed each other, and they will continue to miss each other.
I lit incense in front of the grave, laid out the sacrifices, and looked at the sacrifice dishes. They were all her favorites. She didn't have many days in Prince Yi's Mansion, but Nanny Zhu remembered what she liked to eat.
The little turtle egg knelt in front of the grave, kowtowed three times politely, raised his small and thin face, and looked at the grave with some confusion.
He raised his head and asked Nangong Yitian, "Father, is this where my mother is sleeping? Buried underneath? Isn't she holding her breath? I can't see the light, isn't she afraid?"
Nangong Yitian's heart suddenly ached, and his eyes were already red. He stretched out his hand to rub his forehead, "It won't happen soon. My father has helped her build her grave. In a month or two, her grave will be moved. The tomb is very big, as big as our East Palace, and she will live in it very comfortably."
