"Kill!"

With Zuo Sima Cao Jin's order, human heads were thrown out, and corpses fell in pools of blood.

Within a few breaths, thousands of people were brutally slaughtered and thrown into the graves.

Today is the day of the burial of the Emperor of Chu, King Chu Ming, and in addition to his concubines and concubines, more than 20,000 craftsmen who built the mausoleum will also be buried with him.

A thousand people, just the beginning.

Soon, a thousand people of the second round were escorted to the edge of the grave. Among them were men, women, the elderly, and even a child under the age of three.

It was a little boy with a little dust on his face, and his trembling little hands were clutching the corners of an old man's clothes, completely frightened by the bloody scene just now.

"Kill!"

As if not noticing the poor child, Cao Jin's indifferent voice sounded again, drowning out the cries and begs for mercy in the mausoleum.

"Stop!"

Shi Bijian Zhuge couldn't bear to see the little boy's blood splattered on the spot, and finally said angrily: "Cao Jin, are you crazy? That's just a child!

"I'm just carrying out His Majesty's orders!" Cao Jin glanced at Zhuge Wen coldly, and said without a hint of emotion.

The majesty in his mouth is the current emperor of Chu, King Chutan.

King Chutan, formerly known as Chutan, was the second son of King Chu Ming.

More than a month ago, the former crown prince Chu Qi was defeated and died in Youshui City. His mother, Dong, was captured and imprisoned in Biyue Palace.

Then, the king of Chutan ascended the throne.

According to the ancestral system, the emperor died, and the whole country mourned for 7749 days, and repaired the emperor's mausoleum to bury him. Only when the time can the year be changed, and the law can be changed.

The king of Chu Ming and his people, all his life, are golden and talented. Xingda Chu is in danger, saving the society in the end, and the merit is in the thousands of years, and he is the first emperor in the history of Chu State.

Xu was resentful that King Chu Ming did not pass on the throne to him, and King Chu Tan forcibly sacrificed the concubines left by King Chu Ming one by one, despite the opposition of his ministers.

"Cao Jin, are you still not human?" Zhuge was indignant when he heard this.

"These concubines can die, and so can the craftsmen! But this child is neither a harem remnant, nor a craftsman. He doesn't deserve to die!"

"Say something that should not be said: Your Majesty's actions will be criticized by future generations. Could it be that you, Sima Cao Jin, also want to be poked in the back?"

Cao Jin's expression suddenly froze, he knew that what Zhuge Wen said was right. It is too tragic to be buried with a living person.

He didn't rush to give the order, but looked around.

It can be seen that the knife in the hand of the young soldier who escorted the old man and the little boy trembled a little.

At this moment, the old man fell to his knees with a puff and begged, "Lord Zuo Sima, this lord is right. Yun Feng is an orphan, he was picked up by the grass people two years ago, and he has no blood relationship with the grass people, please let him go!"

The old man kept kowtowing and begging.

He is over fifty years old, and his health is not good, so he may die one day. But Yun Feng is still young, he is not yet three years old.

Without waiting for Cao Jin to let go, Zhuge Wen quickly walked over, pulled the child away, and then picked it up, quickly away from the edge of the grave.

"Kid, goodbye grandpa!"

Zhuge Wen turned around and buried the child's little head in his arms, not wanting him to see the scene of the old man being killed.

"Boom!"

A few hours later, the huge stone gate slowly landed, and the more than 20,000 people inside never came out of the mausoleum.

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From this day on, anyone who enters and leaves the Literature Museum will find that Zhuge Wen has an extra follower by his side, and he is the child named Yun Feng.

"Brother, brother, what are you doing?" Xiao Yunfeng shook Zhuge Wen's arm and asked in a milky voice.

Zhuge Wen put down the pen in his hand, scratched Xiao Yunfeng's nose with his hand, and said with a smile: "My brother is writing a chapter!"

"What is it? Can you eat it?"

Xiao Yunfeng stretched out his little paws and grabbed at the bamboo slips, as if he was studying whether this thing could be eaten.

"Whew!"

A pleasant laugh suddenly came from the doorway.

"Xiao Yunfeng is naughty again, come to my sister's place, don't disturb my brother to write a concerto!"

Zhuge Yumo looked doting, opened his arms, and made a hugging posture.

"Sister, sister!"

Seeing that the person who came was Zhuge Yumo, Xiao Yunfeng Fei also threw away the bamboo slip in his hand and quickly ran towards Zhuge Yumo.

Zhuge Yumo picked up Xiao Yunfeng, pinched his tender face, and said, "Do you miss my sister?"

"Yes!" Xiao Yunfeng didn't think about it, and immediately replied.

"Xiaozui is so sweet!" Zhuge Yumo was in a very good mood, and came to Zhuge Wen with Xiao Yunfeng in his arms, "Brother, what kind of music do you write?"

Zhuge Wen didn't answer, but handed the half-written piece to Zhuge Yumo and asked her to read it for herself.

"What? you want to intercede for Queen Dong?" Zhuge Yumo exclaimed before he could finish reading it, "She is the queen mother of Prince Qi!"

In her opinion, being imprisoned in the palace for the rest of her life is already the best ending for the Dong family. Now that the crown prince Qi has passed away and the Dong family has fallen, there seems to be no need to intercede for the Dong family.

If it weren't for Zhuge Wen being a member of the Zhuge family, he would have pleaded for the Dong family on the table, I am afraid that he would have brought disaster to himself.

"As the saying goes: mourning is greater than dying. Queen Dong lost her husband and son in middle age, and her family was lonely. The battle for the king is over, and there is no longer any threat to the king. She is a woman, living in a deep palace, depressed and unhappy, and fearing that her life will not be long. ”

After Zhuge Wen's recital was submitted, King Chutan did not give him an answer, and it was delayed for six years.

In the past six years, Zhuge Wen would visit the Dong family in the Biyue Palace every ten days and a half months.

Every time he came, he would bring Xiao Yunfeng with him. Dong's middle-aged concubine is particularly fond of Xiao Yunfeng.

Thanks to this little guy, she has another touch of comfort in this already carefree world.

"Zhuge boy, does Yunfeng have a surname?"

Dong Shi teased Xiao Yunfeng and said to Zhuge Wen.

"Mrs. Hui, Yun Feng is a child picked up by the old craftsman many years ago, and he entrusted him to the minister before he died, so he does not have a surname. ”

Zhuge Wen didn't know why Dong asked like this, so he replied.

"That being the case, the concubine has a reluctant request, and I hope you must agree!"

Dong said, and suddenly bowed to Zhuge Wen.

Zhuge Wen was startled, and hurriedly helped Dong up and said, "Madam, you can't help it, you can torture the minister! ”

Dong got up, put his arm around Yun Feng, and then said, "Yun Feng, this little guy, the concubine loves it tightly." The concubine wants to recognize him as a righteous son, what do you think?"

Zhuge was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Dong to make such a request, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Husband... Madam, is this something inappropriate?" After hesitating for a while, Zhuge Wen said.

With the identity of the Dong family, Shu Yunfeng is the righteous son, and if he is known by the king of the altar, I am afraid that it will arouse his suspicion. Because with this relationship, it is very likely that Prince Qi's old department will have dissent again.

As if knowing the doubts in Zhuge Wen's heart, Dong smiled and said: "You don't have to think too much, the concubine is a woman's family, and her husband is dead, what is the use of fighting for this world? ”

"That being the case... Feng'er, why don't you kneel down and worship your stepmother?"

"Yunfeng, meet my stepmother!"

Yun Feng was very sensible, and immediately bowed down to the Dong family.

"In this world, my stepmother no longer has a relative. Feng'er, will you call your stepmother in the future?" Dong looked at Yun Feng pitifully.

Yun Feng turned his head to look at Zhuge Wen, and when he nodded, he said, "Mother!"

"Good! good!"

Dong's voice trembled with excitement, and tears fluttered down. After so many years, I finally have a hope in my heart.

"Since it is already my son, let it have a surname. Since then, your surname has been Chu, and your name is Yunfeng. ”