Chapter 57

In the morning, the sun is shining brightly.

When Luo Qingzhou woke up, he was still holding a soft person in his arms.

The man was looking at him with his eyes wide open.

After seeing him wake up, Fang said shyly: "Master, it's not that I'm lazy, you're pressing my hair, and I can't get up..."

Luo Qingzhou took a look and found that the little girl's long black hair was indeed suppressed.

But that's certainly not the reason why she's lazy and doesn't get up early.

[I really want to be held by the young master like this all the time. It would be better if I never get up...]

Luo Qingzhou looked into her shy eyes and heard what she was thinking.

This little girl was dishonest last night.

When the two were sleeping together, the little girl touched and touched him with a red face, and was pushed into his arms.

At such a young age, you don't know what is going on in your head all day long, are you just thinking about serving him and pleasing him?

"It's time to get up."

Luo Qingzhou stopped being gentle with her and lifted up the quilt to get up.

If you leave the city early, you might be able to make it back in time at noon.

He also wanted to go to the bookstore to find books about souls and warriors.

Luo Qingzhou put on his clothes and turned to look at the bed.

The little girl was wearing moon-white clothes, exposing her snow-white jade shoulders and skin. She was getting dressed on the bed. Seeing him, she lowered her head shyly and bit her pink lips lightly, but did not avoid or cover up. The movements also slowed down.

That month, Xiongqian had begun to take shape.

Luo Qingzhou looked away, and after putting on his clothes, he went directly to the well outside to get cold water and wash himself.

After washing up, the two had a simple breakfast.

Before leaving the house, Xiaodie asked cautiously: "Master, do you really not need to say anything to the lady?"

Luo Qingzhou closed the courtyard door and said, "No need."

The little girl glanced at his face, sighed, and said sadly: "That's right, it's useless even if I say it, the lady won't go with us."

She thought secretly in her heart: The young master is a bride-in-law, and he is not suitable for etiquette. And I heard that the young master is here to celebrate the eldest and second young ladies. It is impossible for others to accompany the young master to a place like that.

"It's okay, the two of us are enough."

Luo Qingzhou looked indifferent, looking at the plum blossoms that were just blooming on the branches in front, and murmured in a low voice: "Besides, my mother doesn't like to meet strangers."

In my memory, that thin and pitiful woman has always been lonely and self-respecting.

If she hadn't really been unable to stay in that small mountain village, she wouldn't have shamelessly taken him to the city to beg for mercy from the Chengguo Mansion.

Luo Qingzhou thought about things and took Xiaodie to find Butler Zhou first and asked for a road guide stamped with the Qin Mansion's seal.

Now the eldest princess is fighting at the border, which is not far from here, so Mo City has very strict management of those who enter and leave the city.

You may not need this when leaving the city, but you must have it when entering the city, or if you are led by an acquaintance, it will be difficult to enter.

Butler Zhou happily gave him a copy and warned: "After my uncle leaves the city, remember not to stay away from the main road. After worshiping, return as soon as possible. You must return to the city before dark and do not stay outside the city."

Then he asked: "Do you need some guards?"

Luo Qingzhou declined, took the road guide, and left.

The other party was just being polite.

There are not many guards in the Qin Mansion. In addition to protecting Qin Wenzheng, who leaves early and returns late, he also has to protect other family members and patrol the Qin family's property. Who would be so luxurious as to accompany him to the grave of his wife's daughter-in-law.

If a person does not have self-awareness, he will be disliked and disliked by others wherever he goes.

Luo Qingzhou took Xiaodie out of the house, first went to the store to buy things for worship, then found a carriage at the intersection of the street, negotiated the price, and got in the car.

Now that he still has 270 taels of silver, he can still afford the carriage.

My mother's grave is at Yueyao on Zixia Mountain outside the south of the city, at least seven or eight kilometers away from the city.

If we walk, we don’t know how long it will take.

It doesn't matter to him, Xiaodie can't walk.

I will still have some energy left to climb the mountain.

Rich and powerful families have their own dedicated graveyards, but poor people and lonely people like him can only bury their mothers on the barren hills where no one cares.

Even the land at the foot of the mountain belongs to its owner.

I think back then, when Ming Taizu's parents died, they had no land to bury them. It was a landlord who kindly gave up a piece of land so that his parents could be buried.

In this era, it is difficult to live, and it is also difficult to die, and there is even nowhere to bury one.

Luo Qingzhou sat in the carriage, thinking about things all the way.

Xiaodie sat next to him, obediently beating his legs with her little fists, and occasionally raising her eyes to secretly glance at him, as if she wanted to see if he remembered that his mother was sad, so she could give him some comfort.

The carriage carried the master and the servant and jolted out of the city.

There were soldiers in armor holding sharp handles at the city gate, but they were not checked.

Not long after their carriage left the city, another carriage followed them out of the city and followed them on the official road not far or near.

There are many traffickers and lackeys on the road, coming and going, all of them are poor people running for a living.

In this era, most people are busy just to prevent a few members of their family from starving to death.

As for wanting to be able to eat enough every day, it is completely a luxury.

Compared to those at the lowest level, Luo Qingzhou's master and servant were already doing very well.

The carriage bumped and bumped and ran very fast on the official road.

The driver seemed to be eager to attract the next business. The whip in his hand flew up and slapped the horse on the buttocks.

As the sun rose into the sky, the carriage gradually slowed down.

The uncle's voice came from outside: "Sir, it's almost time to arrive, get ready to get off the car!"

Luo Qingzhou woke up, opened the curtain next to him, and looked outside.

The fresh and cold air rushed towards my face, and a lush and majestic mountain range appeared in front of me.

The white snow in the mountains has not yet completely melted, and you can still see the white snow in Shanyue Fortress from a distance.

The carriage soon stopped at the three-way intersection at the foot of the mountain.

Luo Qingzhou got out of the car with Xiaodie, thanked the driver, carried his things and set foot on the path up the mountain.

The carriage turned around, and the driver glanced at the thin master and servant, and couldn't help but remind them: "Sir, you have to leave early and come back early. Be careful of wild beasts in the mountains. It's best to take the main road."

After saying that, there was a "pop" sound, the whip was slapped on the horse's buttocks, and it sped away.

"Sir, please come and carry me."

Xiaodie was a little embarrassed with her hands empty.

Luo Qingzhou didn't give it to her. He looked ahead and said, "Climb the mountain well and don't let me carry you later."

Xiaodie pouted her lips and said, "Master, you look down on people. Last year, I all went up alone."

Then he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Young master was so weak at that time. He had to rest for a while when he climbed several steps, and he had to be supported by his slaves before he could go up."

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but sigh secretly when he thought of the scene in his memory.

He looked so weak at that time, not to mention that the eldest lady deliberately harmed him, if no one harmed him, he would often get sick and die.

Fortunately, things are not what they used to be.

This humiliation of becoming a wife can be said to have saved his and Xiaodie's lives.

"Sir, has the lady still not said a word to you?"

Far away from the Qin Mansion, in this deserted place, the little girl dared to ask Miss Qin about things.

Luo Qingzhou nodded, his face calm.

Xiaodie sighed, glanced at him, endured it, but still couldn't hold it back: "Sir, do you think the lady is really...is..."

"Whether he is mute or not, it doesn't matter."

Luo Qingzhou said casually.

Xiaodie frowned and whispered: "But, the master will have a child after all. If the young lady is...is..."

"I won't have sex with her."

Luo Qingzhou suddenly turned his head to look at her and said with a smile, "Just give birth to my little butterfly."

Xiaodie immediately blushed and said shyly, "Master... I'm talking about serious things."

Luo Qingzhou smiled slightly, looked up and said, "I'm just talking about business."

After a moment of silence, he said slowly: "Xiaodie, wait patiently for now, and I will take you away when the young master is able. We will have our own home, our own house, our own life in the future, and we will never depend on anyone else again." , Live based on other people’s faces. The young master is responsible for making money to support the family, and Xiaodie is responsible for being beautiful and raising children, do you think that’s okay?”

Xiaodie bit her lip, with red eyes and tears in her eyes. She stayed blank for a long time and said in a trembling voice: "Master... I am just a servant..."

Luo Qingzhou stretched out his hand to touch Mo Mo's delicate and tender face, and said softly: "Master, too, we are all servants. But don't worry, we won't be the same in the future. From now on, my Xiaodie will be the master." , whoever dares to disobey, I will punch her to death!"

Xiaodie smiled "Puff", but tears fell down. She threw herself into his arms with a "Woo" and cried happily.

The master and the servant hugged each other tenderly for a while, and then continued up the mountain.

In the woods at the strategic point of the mountain, many graves overgrown with grass appeared.

Some of them have not been taken care of and are about to collapse, and even the coffins in some graves are exposed.

Luo Qingzhou took Xiaodie through the woods and dilapidated graves to find his mother's grave.

In front of the tomb, there is a simple wooden sign.

Due to the wind and rain, the handwriting on the wooden sign has been blurred, and a few small characters of Lin can be vaguely seen.

Luo Qingzhou put down the paper money and other things, walked to the tomb, and began to pull out the weeds on it with his hands.

Fluttershy walked to the other side to help.

The master and the servant worked hard for a while before pulling out all the grass on and around the tomb.

Luo Qingzhou lit the fire paper, knelt down in front of the wooden sign, and looked at the word "Lin" on it, silently.

In his previous life, his mother fell ill and died after giving birth to him.

He had never enjoyed maternal love. Every time he saw others laughing and affectionate with their mothers, he would hide alone in a corner, feeling sad and uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, in this life, I will still be separated from my mother.

"Mom, I'm here to burn paper for you... I'm getting married. My wife is a very beautiful daughter of our family. She is as beautiful as a fairy. She is very kind to the child and very gentle..."

"Your soul in heaven, rest in peace..."

"Don't worry, if anyone owes you something, my child will definitely help you get it back..."

"Your child will only be able to repay your kindness in giving birth in the next life..."

Luo Qingzhou kowtowed and whispered.

Xiaodie, who was kneeling next to her, burst into tears.

The burning fire paper coins turned into ashes, swirled in front of the grave, floated into the air, and disappeared when blown by the wind.

Streams of dark wind, invisible to the naked eye, blew happily among the graves in the woods.

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