In the 19th year of Duanrui in the Great Zhou Dynasty, His Majesty Chen Hong appointed the eunuch Cao Sang as the inner Privy Councilor, with the power comparable to that of the inner Prime Minister.

In the main hall of the Grand Tutor Duan Wenchang, he hit the pillar with his head but failed to give up his advice. He asked to retire and return to his hometown, and led the entire clan to leave Kyoto and return to his ancestral home, Jiannan Road, and wanted to open a mountain and establish a college. From then on, he taught and educated people and no longer involved in court affairs.

As soon as this incident happened, the world was shocked.

Wherever the Duan family's carriages and horses went, people followed him. When they arrived in Jiannan, the convoy was stretched for several miles and could not see the end at first sight.

Duan Yi stood quietly above the Duan family’s ancestral tomb outside Jincheng.

The Youlong made of torches passed through the city gate and illuminated the entire Jinguan City.

"After six years, the gentleman's mouth finally opened up. My grandfather is willing to give up the glory and wealth in the capital and is back."

Duan Yi said softly, it was another fifteenth month, and it was the day when she kept her ancestral grave.

As frost fell, the grass on the grave fell white, and the hibiscus flowers on both sides were blooming in a charming way.

Duan Yi is much taller than six years ago. She is wearing a plain white skirt. If it weren't for the big flower embroidered with gold and silver thread on her chest, it would be like wearing plain clothes and filial piety for the dead.

"Girl, are we really not going to Qingyun Lane to welcome the prime minister and the old ladies? It's still time to ride a horse to rush over. I haven't seen each other for many years, and if I still... I'm afraid I'll be unable to escape."

Zhilu stood on tiptoe, looking worried.

When the girl left Beijing, she was too young and probably forgot that all the members of the Duan family were not easy to share with each other. Especially the Duan Xiangye and the old lady, they all followed the rules.

Duan Yi withdrew her gaze and walked towards the courtyard in front of the grave.

It was cold on the mountain, and charcoal basins were burned in the house. On the chessboard beside it, there were still chess pieces that had not yet been put. On the small stove in the corner of the wall, chrysanthemum wine was gushing, and the room was filled with fragrance.

She lifted the hem of the skirt, took out a white piece from the chess box, and landed it on the chessboard.

"The whole family of Duan Yi can't be split into two pieces. One is here to give Duanjia Town fortune, and the other is to go to Qingyun Lane to be a cow and horse for the old man. I have to go there, but not now."

As she said, she took another black spot and dropped one.

Zhilu listened, and his opponent breathed a sigh of relief, followed quickly in, covered the door of the small yard, she picked up the tongs, plucked the charcoal fire on the stove, poured another cup of wine, and placed it next to Duan Yi.

"The girl warms up the body."

Mr. Qi is not here and there is no match for chess. Duan Yi has long been used to playing chess with herself.

She was just about to settle down when she felt something was wrong. She looked down and exclaimed, "Oh! Zhilu is not good, my grandfather's grandfather is cracking!"

Zhilu was speechless, his eyelids were pounding. Tonight, not only your grandfather’s grandfather broke open, but you just arrived at the door of your house and saw the empty grandfather breaking open in a while.

She lifted the corner of her skirt and ran towards the small wooden cabinet beside her.

Duan Yi shone the cracked white skull towards the light and said, "My grandfather is buried in the third left side of the northeast corner. It's really, the ghosts and monsters crossed the border and broke his old man."

Zhilu didn't reply, so he opened the cage and went straight to the direction Duan Yi said. From the box, he took out a white piece again and looked carefully. The three words Duan Zhengping were engraved on the chess piece.

Duan Zhengping is the name of Grandpa Duan Yi’s grandfather.

Her family is different from ordinary girls, and they get tired of playing with ordinary chess pieces, so they carved the entire ancestors on the tomb on the chess pieces. When their son met me, they would be beaten to kneel down. When their grandson surrounded their ancestors, they would let their ancestors break through.

Only Duan Zhengping is a disobedient son. He saw the gods and killed the gods and saw the Buddhas and was Duan Yi’s favorite chess piece. This made them break.

Duan Yi changed into a new chess and happily lost her. "If you add grandfather, father and me, this chess will be called alive."

Zhilu felt nervous, pretending not to hear her sigh, and hurriedly changed the topic, "Girl, how knowledgeable is the prime minister? He has retired and returned to his hometown, and the Duan family has become white. Why are there so many people following him to Jiannan?"

"I heard that even the third prince Chen Ming and the fifth prince Chen Heqing followed him all the way from Kyoto."

Duan Yi raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and picked up another black spoil indifferently, with a little bit of mocking on her lips, "What they care about is not my grandfather's big words in his belly, but my grandfather has no heir."

After Duan Yi finished speaking, she suddenly became excited, "Have I beat the rhyme?"

Zhilu turned around. This is not my girl, this is a silly girl possessed by a ghost on the grave.

This is the homework Mr. Qi left her recently. He speaks not like writing a poem, but also like writing a poem. Every sentence is constantly rhyme. In this way, if you talk to someone, it will be like a scattered person, which will make people fascinated.

Her girl is extremely intelligent and can learn everything and become more likely to develop this... She has opened up the seven orifices and has no idea.

As the saying goes, people are addicted to food, and Zhilu rubbed his ears in a sigh. She is also fascinated now and feels that she will be split with her ancestors.

Duan Yi has a new chess piece and is dedicated to playing chess.

Zhilu didn't dare to disturb him, so he took off a silver spear and started wiping it intently.

After a while, a cold female voice came from the door, "Miss, the time has arrived. People are fast entering the mansion. Two unexpected people came, one is Cui Zigeng, Jiangnan, and the other is the charlatan Chu Guangyi."

Duan Yi was slightly stunned and moved her attention away from the chessboard.

Cui Zi Geng? Chu Guangyi?

One is her benefactor and the other is her enemy, both of whom are old acquaintances.

She thought, stood up, and slowly walked to the sacrifice basket beside her, bent down and picked up a piece of paper money that was slightly yellowed on the edge, and put it into her sleeve bag.

Then walk towards the door.

"After walking, Zhiqiao, you go forward to open the way. After eleven years of guarding the ancestral grave, who is more filial than me, is a filial granddaughter. That makes no sense. Don't welcome monsters and monsters. No, don't welcome my grandfather."

The girl called Zhiqiao at the door had a short sword hanging around her waist, and her face looked like frost.

She nodded softly, put her hand beside her mouth and blew it, and the three horses ran over quickly.

Zhilu in the room hurriedly locked the door, followed the two of them, turned over and ran towards the city quickly.

Mr. Qi's words were still in his ears. Is this Jiannan Road really going to be in chaos?

The horse ran very fast, Zhiqiao was very familiar with the city. The three horses walked near the road. When Duan Yi arrived in front of Duan's house in Qingyun Lane, the carriage that was leading the house had just stopped.

Duan Yi's eyes rolled, and she patted the unburned paper money in her sleeve bag on the corner of her skirt, turning over and getting off the horse.
Chapter completed!