The Imperial Tomb is located on the periphery of the capital, not far from the capital, but it is also a little far away. Almost all the emperors of the past dynasties were buried here, and the army guarding the imperial tomb every year was personally sent by the emperor himself.

If the imperial tomb can go wrong, then it is the real smile and generosity. Da Zhou simply doesn't have to mess up.

At this time, it was waiting for a solemn atmosphere, and at a glance, there was a solemn atmosphere, which made people feel shocked.

The guards outside all knelt down and shouted long live the emperor, and the emperor stood on the high sedan chair, and couldn't help but feel a little arrogant. This is the soldiers of the Great Zhou, the men of the Great Zhou!

The emperor was very powerful and domineering for a while.

The old ministers behind him knelt down involuntarily, and the air was very quiet for a while. I also rejoiced in the strength of the Great Zhou.

When the Great Zhou is strong, they can have a good life and continue to be their idle adults. No one likes war.

Even the generals who have fought on the battlefield and mixed up countless military exploits do not like war. There has always been a rejection of war. But it is naturally not pleasant to let your country be a man with her tail between your legs, and if the country is strong, you will naturally have confidence in your heart.

If you don't accept it, I'll fight. Fight until you serve! I don't cause trouble, but don't try to despise me. This is the idea that Mo Qingye quietly instilled. looks reasonable, but actually very domineering. This also started the future reputation of the Great Zhou for being brave and good at fighting.

In the past, Da Zhou liked peace the most. Then there was a priest, and they became little rascals who would do whatever they wanted. It's still the literate kind.

At this time, Mo Qingye concealed his momentum and let the emperor be in the limelight. She is the main priest, and there will be opportunities for her to perform in the future. She had no intention of getting involved in the matter of the throne, so why should she make Emperor Xiangwu unhappy.

She occasionally knocked Emperor Xiangwu, just to make Emperor Xiangwu a little jealous, and he would not have a heart for her. But I didn't think about that location at all.

Emperor Xiangwu got off the sedan chair, and then took the civil and military officials in the middle passage directly into the imperial mausoleum.

The imperial tomb is not ventilated all year round, and when the gate is opened, it actually brings a bit of cold atmosphere. Su Jinyan stood in front of the three children with a heavy face, and there were tablets under his eyes. It seems to be even more gloomy. Mo Qingye frowned uncomfortably when he saw the three children, and Mo Qingye waved his little hand, and the cold and gloomy in the air receded like a tide.

The ministers also came to the imperial tomb once a year, and every time they went back, they would get sick, and many of them even wore an extra piece of clothing when they came. Who makes every time you enter here feel cold on the soles of your feet and chills on the bottom of your heart? Unexpectedly, Mo Qingye waved like that, and the coldness dispersed. Thinking of the previous years, the great master poked at random, who cares if you live or die, and then I really realized that the great teacher and the priest are different.

A person like a great teacher doesn't care about mundane things, but the priest has a heart. In their hearts, they were even more jealous and awe-inspiring of her.

Su Jinyan, who was guarding in front of the three children, looked a little better now.

Perhaps the atmosphere was a little heavy, and the three children saw the imperial tombs full of tablets, but they were neither noisy nor afraid. Instead, he obediently lay on the shoulder of the palace maid and looked east and west. It makes people's hearts soften. I just want to hold the child in my arms and pet it well.

Mo Qingye was wearing a simple and atmospheric sacrificial robe, and directly stepped on the sacrificial platform. With each step, the heavy haze was dissipated. It was as if the breath in the imperial tomb had been pressed under her feet.

Birthday has always been a two-step process. The imperial tomb is worshipped, and then the palace celebrates again. I'm afraid that at this time, the palace has already been arranged.

The emperor led a group of princes and ministers to kneel under various tablets, and the tablets that were still a little gloomy looked less gloomy at this time.

The emperor knelt at the front, the crown prince at the back, and the princes knelt behind him in turn. Then there are the ministers. However, because Mo Qingye has disciples, there are some exceptions.

Bai Zijin went to the altar, and he had to follow Mo Qingye, the chief priest, for the rest of his life.

Then on the edge of the altar, Chang Ning and the six princes were standing, who seemed to be faintly pressing. Bai Zijin sang the song of Wu Zhu, and Chang Ning and the others whispered softly, which made people listen to the respect for God in their hearts, which was engraved into their bones.

The three children were half-lying on the futon, behind the princes. But in front of the adults. It can be seen that Mo Qingye, a priest, is important to this country. It is no wonder that every emperor regards the National Teacher's Mansion as the biggest object of jealousy and the greatest opportunity. The name of the winner will be immortal, and the defeat will be remembered for thousands of years.

Around those high-ranking officials, Su Jinyan is the youngest of them, holding heavy troops, and he is the youngest grandfather of the country. The eye-piercing tightness makes people feel a bit of incomparable decadence every time they see it.

Hey, I think that when this child just returned to Beijing, many people still disliked that he was a rough person and refused to marry him. Now, it's useless to regret it. is someone's daughter-in-law, and it is very difficult for others to shoot horses.

What's more, the priests are small-minded, and they do not allow people to covet their own men and their children. I wanted to send an aunt over to envelop Grandpa Su, but I was afraid that Mo Qingye would touch him in the middle of the night and wipe his neck directly. Therefore, if the fist is hard, no one has to rely on it. Even without this identity, she doesn't need to be afraid of anyone.

At this time, Mo Qingye stood quietly in front of the tablet, silently reciting the sacrificial words of the undead. With an air of quiet and peacefulness.

Which emperor has no hands stained with blood, stepping on thousands of corpses and bones to ascend to the throne. The royal family looked majestic, but in fact, there was something unsightly and bloody in their hearts. Coming to participate in the sacrifice is just to have peace of mind. What's more, it's still a person like Mo Qingye who really has the ability. If you don't come, you're a fool. Every year, except for the birthday of the first emperor, this imperial mausoleum is closed door.

Who doesn't want to wash away their sins.

For a moment, the room was full of solemnity and solemnity. Mu Yuanxiang raised her head slightly, and saw that Brother Xin was holding a small body and did not forget to pull his two younger brothers and sisters to kneel respectfully, appearing in front of people openly. It was such an identious identity that made people look up to it, and I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart. The dust has settled, and even the imperial tomb has entered, and now, there is really no room for turnaround.

Looking at Teng Wangye, his heart was like water.

If you are ruthless, I will take a break, and this time, I will never wait for you again.

Mo Qingye whispered in a deep voice, but it was enough for people to hear clearly. I saw that she silently read out several birthdays, which everyone understands.

The tomb was the resting place of the emperors, and the disciples and children of the priests were all those who were blessed by her. Naturally, it is also necessary to press the birthday on the imperial tomb. Just like the emperor and the princes today. This is a right that only people who are extremely important to the Great Zhou will have.

To put it bluntly, it's like a backup for the altar in the palace. Heaven blesses and the people worship it.

It's an honor and a status symbol. The chosen ones are all people who are deeply blessed.

At the moment when he entered the imperial mausoleum on his birthday, Mu Yuanxiang looked at Prince Teng heavily, as if something had cut off the bond between the two with a knife, and the karma had been broken. I don't know how Lord Teng can bear it. Teng Wangye only felt weak and weak at this time, and he didn't know that he had lost his only son.

His night has just arrived.

This palace banquet was almost the source of his pain and regret in the second half of his life. With him every night, he can't forget it. Like the drowning man, the last despair. Watching himself, sinking to the bottom. What could be more poignant than looking at his own son with disgust. (To be continued.) )