The weather was fine and the cold wind was biting.

At this time, it is the coldest time of the year, and it is difficult to walk every step of the way. Murong Yichuan stared at the biting cold wind and came to the Tieji Mountain Emperor's Mausoleum in plain clothes to worship Ping'er, and it was not too late to come to see her on the third day of returning to Beijing.

The imperial mausoleum is located in the middle of the iron threshold mountain, stretching thousands of acres, here by the mountains and rivers, is a good place with aura, the founding emperor of the Taizheng Dynasty Murong Xin yellow robe, after sitting in the world, while the southern and northern wars, invited dozens of feng shui gentlemen to let him choose a place around the capital for himself to be the imperial tomb, when the selection of the iron threshold mountain, Murong Xin in addition to building the Yongchang Mausoleum for himself at the same time to his own deceased great-grandfather, grandfather and father's tomb from Zhuozhou hometown also moved here. Since then, the emperors of the Taisho Dynasty have been in the tomb of Tiejishan. Murong Yichuan began to build his future mausoleum after ascending the throne, originally Murong Yichuan only planned to build an imperial mausoleum for himself, in the future, he and Wan Ruo will be buried here no matter who goes first, they want to live and die together, I didn't expect that there was a matter of Ping'er halfway, so I had to choose a place next to my emperor's mausoleum to build a concubine mausoleum for Ping'er, because she left too suddenly, a qiē was prepared in a hurry, and Ping'er's gentle and quiet concubine mausoleum was the most humble in the entire imperial mausoleum. A few days ago, there was a goose feather snowfall, at this time the sky was sunny and thick snow covered the large and small mausoleums in the imperial mausoleum, covered with white snow, high and low, shining with dazzling white light in the sun, and the mountains and mountains not far away were like the sea. Murong Yichuan slowly came to Ping'er's tomb and squatted down, the eunuch Dequan and Su Su hurriedly followed over and put the sacrifices one by one, and Su Su, who was with Ping'er's sisters, couldn't stop crying in the face of the snow-covered grave at this moment, and in a thought, he was actually separated from his good sister Yin and Yang, and he was still standing well, but Ping'er was sleeping in the grave, and he and she would never see each other again in this life.

Murong Yichuan squatted in front of Ping'er's grave and looked at the raised new grave in front of him, Ping'er's voice and smile suddenly appeared in front of him, her smile was so real, but when he stretched out his hand and wanted to touch it, there was only a biting cold wind in his palm. Facing Ping'er's grave, Murong Yichuan felt like a knife at this moment, this feeling was like when he lost Ximen Ruoxuan, although the person in the grave was not his wife, but she was also the most important woman in his life, and she had been with her for a long time, and she was already a lingering shadow in his life, a habit that was difficult to let go of in life. Murong Yichuan's painful appearance was still clearly visible between the cigarette smokes, and his deep eyes were full of deep pain.

Murong Yichuan gently stroked Ping'er's grave with his hand and murmured sadly, "Ping'er, forgive me for coming to see you now, I don't know if you are good over there, will it be cold, I just ask you not to remember me, and don't remember all the things in this world, I know that you can't rest assured that your brother is not at ease, I promise you again that I will treat your brother as a brother, let him marry a wife and have children as soon as possible, and fulfill your wish." Ping'er, I am very sad to lose you, and after a while, I will order the Ministry of Works to re-sleep you in the mausoleum, and I want you to become the most important concubine in this imperial mausoleum. Ping'er, you said you don't want me to miss you, but I can't stop your thoughts like the sea, Ping'er, since you left, I often see you in my dreams, you smile lightly, gentle as before, but the dream wakes up, you and I are indeed a netherworld and a yang, Ping'er-" Murong Yichuan still wanted to go down, but the words choked his throat, with warm tears in his eyes, sad places, tears like rain. Murong Yichuan is an amorous person after all, love is one of his killer features, he can bear the world but can't bear love after all. Although Murong Yichuan is not a husband and wife love for Ping'er, it is also like a husband and wife, if in the past, he could not see Ping'er's sincerity to himself, but she died for herself, and her drunken sex that night made Ping'er pregnant, an arrow from Ximen Donghai not only made Murong Yichuan lose a confidant, but also lost a child, as the saying goes, mother is more precious than son, Murong Yichuan can not care so much about Ping'er, but he can't care less about his own flesh and blood, not to mention that Ping'er is not a woman he hates, It's a woman like her right-hand man. Ping'er's departure, even if it will make Murong Yichuan remember it for a lifetime, no matter how much he misses, it is in vain, it is meaningless to the dead, and the living are just suffering.

Murong Yichuan stayed in front of Ping'er's grave for more than an hour, and he reluctantly left after the cigarette dissipated, but he did not immediately walk out of the imperial tomb, Murong Yichuan went to put a stick of incense on his father, and finally came to the Yongding Mausoleum of Emperor Tiande.

Although Emperor Tiande reigned for less than a few years, like ordinary emperors, he began to build his own imperial tomb just after his accession to the throne, and it was not completely completed until the two moons before his death. The Yongding Mausoleum of Emperor Tiande is one of the largest in the tombs of the emperors.

Murong Yichuan came to the tomb of Emperor Tiande not to pay tribute, but to pay tribute to him Xue Yan's own great deeds.

Murong Yichuan condescendingly overlooked the tomb of Emperor Tiande, the injury on his face before had long disappeared at this moment, and now Murong Yichuan was so unhappy in the face of Emperor Tiande lying in the tomb, "Brother Huang, I haven't seen you for a long time, I don't know if you can be okay down there, Brother Huang, I came today to tell you that the Ximen family has been wiped out, Bashu has returned to my hands, and your immature son Murong Zhiyuan has not been buried in the fire, However, even if I dig three feet into the ground, I will find him and send him, Ximen Xiaoman, and your grandson to accompany the imperial brother below. Originally, I planned to let the imperial brother's concubines who had never given birth to be buried, but afterwards, the imperial brother was too tired to indulge in Yingying Yanyan in the world all day long, and it was better to live a more stable life after death, I knew that the imperial brother was the most fortunate Concubine Ruan Ruan Lumian during his lifetime, and I had sent her to the next to the imperial brother as a companion, and I have something to tell the imperial brother, this concubine is a chess piece I have placed next to you, she and the eunuch Defu are both my people, and I have to see every move of the imperial brother in the palace, the imperial brother must not blame me, If you want to blame yourself, you are infatuated with Concubine Li's beauty. Brother Huang, rest assured, I will help you take care of the concubines of the harem and your princess. "To this day, Murong Yichuan still gritted his teeth with hatred for Emperor Tiande, and he couldn't wait to have the urge to dig up the grave and whip the corpse.

Murong Yichuan stayed in the imperial tomb for more than two hours, looking at the new tomb and looking at the old tomb, it was not like the old feeling, now he is the identity of the king, is the real ruler of the Taizheng Dynasty, but looking at the imperial tomb, there is not an emperor buried under every magnificent imperial tomb, regardless of the faint monarch and the Ming army, they were also as high-spirited and energetic as themselves at the moment, but after the stars were moved, they turned into dry bones and buried under the soil of the emperor and the queen of heaven. The entanglements in the smoke, rain and red dust are just their own ends of the world in the end, and people feel self-pity for themselves, one side of the coffin collects dry bones, and the three-foot loess covers the wind and flow.