There is an old locust in Wugou Mountain. In summer, a thunder scattered half of the tree, but the old locust still survived and grew in the mountains for a hundred years. Just under this old locust tree, Jiang Mingyue guarded her corpse as a ground spirit, and it has been many years since she was not aware of the years. In the mountains, Jiang Mingyue was still counting the changes of the seasons, but after counting for three years, Jiang Mingyue didn't count it. Because one day, when the spring of the year came again, the newly grown grass disappeared through her corpse, Jiang Mingyue suddenly realized something, that a ghost did not need to calculate the year and month.

People have to count their age, and count their growth in spring, their harvest and winter, and their harvest and storage in autumn. A ghost does not need to eat and drink, and they no longer grow. What should we count on for the days? All things in this world have nothing to do with you?

However, ghosts will still be invaded by wind, thunder, rain and snow. Wind and rain will extinguish bones, thunder will be shocked, and frost and snow will make bones cold. Jiang Mingyue has to thank the soldiers who abandoned her body here back then. These people at least abandoned her body under the trees. The old tree that has grown for a hundred years in the mountains has enough branches and leaves to block the scorching sun for her. Otherwise, Jiang Mingyue, the ghost who lives with her corpse, would have to be moxibustioned by the scorching sun.

I don’t know when it started, but Jiang Mingyue floated under the old locust tree and was looking forward to something all day long. I hope that a kind-hearted person would come here and see her corpse here, and he could bury her in the soil with kindness so that her ghost life could be peaceful.

Day by day, year by year, hunters and herb collectors have walked nearby, and no one has ever approached this old locust tree. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, all seasons have rotated. Time has passed until Jiang Mingyue has forgotten his name before his death, and finally two people have walked under the locust tree.

These are the master and servant, but their appearance and clothes are very poor. The owner's forehead is also stabbed with the word "prison". His hair is frost-colored, his bones are erect, and his hands are stretched out. It is already spring. The frostbite on his hands has not yet been cured. His fingers are red and swollen, and his back of his hands are cracked, as if he has been struck by a spider. This person has suffered a lot at first glance.

"Master, we have to go west, so we can't waste time," the slave who followed behind the master urged repeatedly. There were whip marks on the exposed arm, and blood was newly dried. It was obvious that he had just been whipped.

"Those killers didn't lie to me, it was this old locust tree that had half burnt," the owner half knelt down and reached out to pull the grass wrapped around Jiang Mingyue's corpse.

Looking down at his corpse, Jiang Mingyue discovered that there were a few wild flowers in his hand, which were bright red and red. He was unknown, but unexpectedly it looked very beautiful.

The man found a copper button the size of a fingernail next to the corpse, scraped off the copper rust, and looked at the words on the copper button. The man called the servant to come and help. The master and servant worked hard for a long time, cleared Jiang Mingyue's bones out of the lush vines with bare hands, and dug a deep pit under the tree with bare hands.

"Master, you still have sores on your hands. Come on, the younger one," the servant, who was younger than the master, couldn't help but tell the master when he saw the blood from his master's hands flowing into the soil.

"It's not a problem," the owner seemed to be ignoring the pain. He just raised his hand and wiped blood on his body. He turned around and picked up a bone to put it in the pit. He looked at the bones in his hand and the loess in the pit. The owner put down the bones and took off his clean outer lining.

Looking at her corpse, wrapped by the man with a lining, and then carefully put it into the pit, Jiang Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief, and she could finally get buried in peace.

"Your uncle and aunt have been looking for you for many years," the master put the bones in the pit and half-kneeled to the bones and said to them: "I saw them half a month ago at the ferry in Xunzhou. A little later, they will definitely find this mountain. I will leave a message to the old man in the tea shed beside the official road outside the mountain, and let him tell you that you were buried here by me."

"Yu Ge'er and Xian Ge'er have a quarrel with the Marquis for you. Now Yu Ge'er has gone to the North Pass to join the army, and Xian Ge'er is guarding the Marquis' Mansion in the capital."

"Your old lady is in good health. Zhao Qingrong will not die for a day. Your old lady is afraid that she will not close her eyes."

"Your old man's health is not as good as before. Since you went there, the old man has never seen the marquis again."

"When I left Beijing, your father led his troops to the East China Sea. He rarely lived in the capital in recent years. I and your brother Xian were common, but I never saw him once."

"Master, is this corpse from the prince's concubine of the Tushan Prince's Mansion?" The slave squatted beside his master, rubbing the mud on his hands, and whispered: "She is not as good as your master, you. I originally thought that the master was killed by the second master and became a prisoner. "

"What a prince's concubine," the master frowned and shook his head, "She is not the sinner of the Tushan Prince's Mansion. She is the second lady of the Anyuan Marquis Mansion." As he said that, the master flipped the copper buckle in his hand and said, "That's right, Jiang's bright moon is engraved on it."

The bright moon of Jiang family.
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