"Azhu, are you really not going to run away with us? if you don't, we will be buried alive for the adults. ”

In the beauty courtyard in the backyard of Chengfu, the pleasing woman said the word "burial", her eyes were stained with a deep fear of death, she once saw her sister buried for Mrs. Cheng's funeral, and she still often remembered her suffocating sound in the soil, "Save me...... I...... Don't want to die ......"

looked at Azhu, who was holding herself motionless in the bed opposite, "Adie has already bought off the backdoor guards through her relationship with the backyard guards on weekdays, as long as we run away, we don't have to die." ”

Azhu shook her head, she was different from them.

Since the age of seven, she has traveled from place to place, suffering from displacement, sending them from place to place like goods, just to please the nobles. So when she knew that she was given to the most honorable head of the Cheng family in the Chu State, in the face of the old man who could be her grandfather, she tried her best to please him and get his protection, although Cheng Lao had a bad temper and beat and scolded at every turn, but in the past ten years in Chengfu, she no longer starved, nor did she worry about dying in war, and even wore gorgeous clothes, which was the most peaceful day in her life.

But if she runs out at this time, she will just become the plaything of another nobleman, and she has not even gone far, and a weak woman of them will be robbed and killed by a strong man, and she does not want to live such a frightened life again......

So she would rather choose to stay and be buried for Cheng Lao.

Some people may say that she is stupid and loyal, but the world is difficult, where is it not a "death" word?

Ah Zhu looked at Ah Xiu and said, "You guys go, I won't tell you! ”

Everyone has their own ambitions, and Ah Xiu doesn't force it, but what she wants is Ah Zhu's guarantee, so she tightened the burden and gold and silver on her body, took advantage of the night to push open the Zhu Gate of the courtyard, and quietly walked out of the backyard with several other concubines.

After Ah Xiu and the others in the same room were gone, Ah Zhu finally slowly climbed out of bed, walked to the wardrobe, and picked out a bandeau dress with the most gorgeous color from it, and the roses were like bright red blood-colored petals blooming all over her skirt, she smiled and walked to the only dresser in the room, and drew a favorite makeup of Cheng Lao's weekdays, and finally took a light lipstick, and reflected a gorgeous four-colored woman in the mirror under the dim light.

She chuckled at herself in the mirror.

"After so many years of lingering and humbling for so many years, I am finally going to die......"

At this time, death seemed to be a relief in her eyes.

Obviously, each family has long been experienced in the burial of fugitive slaves.

So at the beginning, the Zhao family ordered the housekeeper to pay attention to the movements of these concubines in the backyard, and sure enough, tonight they caught these escaped concubines outside the back door, and suddenly the five big and three thick guards caught Axiu Adie and them all back like catching chickens, and outside the huge mourning hall, a group of young or old women suddenly pushed and shoved and knelt, covering their sleeves and crying, one after another in the cry of pain, only one woman never made a sound, just lowered her head, and a gorgeous skirt was incompatible with this group of white filial piety clothes.

Although Azhu did not escape, as one of the concubines, knelt on the cold floor tiles, feeling the cold of death gradually wandering all over her body, but she was not afraid, and even she was not afraid of the cold gaze above their heads, the mistress stared at them, and now this gaze finally fell on her head again, and the cold voice sounded above her head, "Come on, clean up all these concubines who are waiting for the adults, dress up better, and prepare to send them on the road." ”

As soon as Zhao's words fell, he glanced at Ah Zhu, who was already dressed neatly at his feet, and said approvingly, "There is finally someone who knows how to repay him." ”

The wolf-like guards rushed into the courtyard again, arresting all the dozens of concubines who were kneeling outside the mourning hall and crying, and suddenly there were countless sounds of panic and fear, and merciless reprimands.

"No, no, I beg you, Mistress!"

"We can still serve you!"

"Can you please not let us bury the adults!"

The women fell to their knees and cried, but to no avail.

"You ungrateful things, usually the adults give you gorgeous clothes and food, now is the time for you to repay, why are you not happy?" The butler's rebuke resounded inside and outside the mourning hall, only to be exchanged for greater struggle and crying.

"We don't want to die!"

"Please, butler!"

"I'm only sixteen years old......"

"I have a daughter for adults, ma'am, please spare the concubine in the face of the child......"

……

Zhao's cold voice sounded, "What are you crying about? You just went to accompany the adults first, and then I, Zhao Ying, will naturally follow when I die!"

Cheng Jia, who was kneeling in the mourning hall, frowned when he heard this, and couldn't bear to glance at the women crying outside the mourning hall.

Although he had always disliked them for thinning up his mother's marriage, but at this time, seeing that they were about to be buried alive, he finally stood up on the ground.

Cheng Daxin knelt on the side, his eyes were unbearable, he grabbed his arm and shook his head and said, "Second brother, you don't care about this matter! This is an ancient precept, my father has respected him all my life, how can I not be accompanied by a few caring people after death, then my father will be too lonely!"

"I know!"

But he can't do nothing.

"Mother!" Cheng Jia raised his sleeves and slowly walked towards Zhao and called respectfully.

"Second son!" Zhao's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, looking at the current family not inherited by his eldest son, but by his second son, it is impossible to have no resentment in his heart.

"Regarding her father's funeral, Jia'er wants to renegotiate with her mother. My eldest brother and I and several younger brothers and sisters-in-law now have official positions, and it is a big dishonor not to be able to keep filial piety for my father for three years. These women have accompanied my father with their youth all their lives, and Jia asked them to go to the Cheng's cemetery to guard the tomb instead of me and my eldest brothers and sisters, and to fulfill our filial piety on our behalf, and then bury them with my father when they die of old age. Cheng Jia said slowly.

Cheng Jia's words came out, and the women seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and knelt down to Zhao's feet and kowtowed, it is better to guard the tomb than to accompany the funeral.

"Mastermother, we are willing, we are willing to guard the tomb on behalf of the young ladies of the son, and we will never leave Changling half a step in this life. ”

Zhao sneered in his heart, these women did use their youth to accompany her husband all his life, but they made her lonely for most of her life, how could she swallow this breath, so he said, "But if there is not even a person to accompany the funeral, won't the glory of your father be wiped out after his death?

The people of the time are proud of how many people are buried after death.

It's a symbol of status and status.

Cheng Jia also knows that this is an ancient system.

Even if he can not care, but all the clansmen of the huge Cheng clan can't care, this is not only about the father's birth name, but also about the reputation of the living.

He had long known that this era was different from his time, and that the rituals at this time were also different from the modern rituals.

He was still hesitating, only to see Ah Zhu kneeling out in a gorgeous rose skirt, looking at him and Zhao with a heavy head and saying, "Master mother, son, Ah Zhu is grateful for the grace of the Lord for many years of protection, and is willing to accompany the adult to the funeral, please open up to the other sisters and leave them a way to live." ”

A pair of obviously weak eyes burst out of desperation to look at Cheng Jia, but Cheng Jia somehow remembered another pair of eyes with similar eyes.

When the words fell, I saw her kneeling and kowtowing to the ground.

Ah Xiu and Adie didn't expect that Ah Zhu was willing to die on their behalf, and they couldn't help but feel guilty, and wept for her death, and for a while, the crying inside and outside the mourning hall was even more sad and painful, and the listeners wept, and even the little Cheng Fei looked at his mother in puzzlement, "Mother, why are they crying?"

……

For a while, Li didn't know how to answer his son's words.

She told him that her grandfather was only asleep, but did she also say that these women were crying because they did not want to sleep with their grandfather, and if her son asked her again, what was there to cry when she was sleeping, how would she answer?

So in the midst of the crying in the house, she just gently picked up her son and covered his ears as if he hadn't heard anything.

Cheng Fei snuggled in Li's arms, blinking incomprehensibly and innocently, watching a concubine come out on her knees and hug Cheng Jia's legs, "Second son, I know that you have always been the most kind-hearted master, please spare our lives, we will dedicate all our lives to Cheng's life!"

"Yes, please spare us, we are willing to be slaves!"

Cheng Jia frowned and looked at the woman holding the hem of his clothes, his big hands clenched, and he was silent.

Seeing that he was soft-hearted, the Zhao family ordered the housekeeper to immediately let the concubine be dragged down, "If you don't take all the people down, you will pollute the ears of a few young ladies in vain!"

"Yes Yes ......"

The butler agreed, and ordered the guards to quickly pull them all down.

Cheng Jia stood outside the mourning hall and watched the women being pulled down, and Ah Zhu also calmly retreated with everyone's backs, and suddenly said, "Mother, I have the people who accompany the burial! Without these women, on the day of his father's burial, the son will still find another five hundred for his father to be buried, so that he will be glorious after his death!"

"Okay, then I'll wait for you to arrange!"

The Zhao family knew that now that the Cheng family was in charge of Cheng Jia, it was not easy to get rid of his intentions, since he promised to have someone to accompany the funeral, he would release these concubines first, in short, whether they were guarding the tomb or staying in the mansion, they would all die sooner or later.

Seven days passed, Cheng Dechen went out of the funeral, Cheng's cart dragged one by one carrying 500 pottery figurines and terracotta warriors and horses followed after Cheng Dechen's coffin, the long funeral procession went around the city for a week, causing the whole class of nobles and people to discuss.

"Tsk, it's really glorious after Cheng Lao's death this time, and he actually buried Wu Bai!"

The old man stood in the crowd and smacked his lips and said, "At most, there are only 1,000 people in the funeral of my king, and Cheng Zuoyin and Cheng You's disciples are really willing to be sons of man this time." ”

"You're dazzled again, those are not real people, they are all beauties and samurai made of terracotta figurines, they are really vivid, and they are painted with colors, and they are wearing real people's costumes and armor. Xiao Si pushed the dazzled old man and said.

The old man stood on the side of the road and opened the head of the person blocking in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he fixed his eyes to see that it was really not a real person!

He just looked at the expensive costume and samurai costume and thought it was a real person!

In Cheng's cemetery, Azhu, who was about to be buried, looked at the extremely beautiful terracotta figurines in the team in surprise, and finally couldn't help but burst into tears, and all the women also cried with joy, at dawn today, they thought they still couldn't escape, but they didn't expect Gongzi to come up with such a method.

Cheng Jia did not think about his efforts, but after that, it became the beginning of the nobles of the Chu State to follow suit, with exquisite terracotta figurines to accompany the burial of the living instead of the living, more beautiful and durable, highlighting the status of the status, and many years later, even in later generations there were shocked terracotta warriors and horses tombs and those who stole these terracotta figurines out of the gold school guards, tomb robbers.

Of course, he didn't know that his act would even save his life later.

Mi Huang, who participated in the funeral on behalf of the King of Chu, also looked at these unusual pottery beauties and warriors with a little surprise, but she naturally did not pay attention to such strange and ingenious things, after hearing the shocking theories that Su Cong said, she was unmoved by these, but just pursued her eyes, passed through the crowd, and landed on the young man kneeling at the front of the tombstone in sackcloth, looking at the tenacious shoulders sprinkled with golden light against the golden sunlight in the early morning, as if carrying a mission and glory, and a new era of the Cheng clan is about to rise。

It's a pity that in the huge tomb in front of him, the old man lying down can no longer be seen.

The future of the eastern suburbs will shock the world.

Cheng Dechen, Chu Zhi Zuoyin, died at the age of sixty-seven.