"But, my previous true love is not in this life, who knows how many years we will stay here in this life, if it is a lifetime, then I can't be a bachelor for the rest of my life."

That's right, Ren Juan laughed in her heart, "It makes sense and there are no flaws." ”

Xuan Ye sat on the edge of Ren Yan's bed, "What's wrong with you, your hair is all wet?" Went to bed so early? Where is it uncomfortable? This kid finally noticed Ren Yan.

Ren Juan said lazily, "It's not much, in order to protect the materials collected by General Sai, it rained a little. ”

"Huh? You're stupid, we're not from here, what do you care about those irrelevant things? Xuan Ye was disgusted and touched Ren Yan's forehead, "It's okay, I don't have a fever." ”

"Don't worry, how can I have a fever, who has a strong body." Ren Yan closed her eyes and patted her chest.

"I'll go out first if it's okay, Hesna is still waiting for me." Xuan Ye walked out of the tent.

"She's your true love." Ren Yan said to Xuan Ye's back.

Xuan Ye snorted.

Ren Yan was lying on the bed, inexplicably envious of Xuan Ye, this heartless person, who enjoyed it very seriously in any life, 360 kinds of enjoyment abilities outside of his ability, Xuan Ye was regarded as an ancestor.

The next day, Alexander sent Hephaestion with the bulk of his army, convoys, and elephants from Kamania to bring his troops along the coast to Susa in Persia.

Winter was approaching, and the coastal areas of Persia were sunny and warm, and supplies along the way were relatively abundant, so the Emperor did not want his army to suffer any more losses.

Alexander took the light infantry, part of the cavalry and archers, along the road to the city of Pasagadai, which was later called Pasargard, the original capital of the Persian state, where there is the mausoleum of Cyrus the Great, the king of Persia who was once called the "King of kings", is the person that Alexander has always wanted to surpass, Alexander is like this, to defeat everyone, there is really no opponent, he regards himself as an opponent, he respects everyone who has been set as an opponent, Hearing that the mausoleum of Cyrus the Great had been destroyed during the Persian administration, he rushed there to rebuke the caretakers and rebuild the mausoleum. Seleucus was not among the seven officers of the Guard, he served as the Emperor's Imperial Guard, and since his return from Carmania, he has been by the Emperor's side, while Ptolemy has followed the Emperor to complete the tasks assigned by the Emperor on his own.

Ren Juan also followed Alexander's team to the city of Pasagadai, originally Hephaestion wanted to take Ren Juan with him, considering the difficult journey of the emperor's team, General He felt sorry for Ren Juan and hoped to take him back to Susa as soon as possible, but Ren Juan resolutely refused, "I am the imperial woman, and I want to be by the emperor's side at all times, divining good fortune." To put it rightly, in fact, she was mainly to prevent the revenge of the goddess of revenge.

Everyone secretly appreciated Ren Yan's heartfelt devotion to the empire.

Nyakas returned to the fleet and took the fleet directly along the mouth of the Tigris River in the Persian Gulf, where they waited for the Emperor's land legions to return to Susa together.

Originally, the Emperor tried his best to prevent Nyakas from returning to the fleet, and wanted to send someone else to be the commander of the fleet, because Alexander did not want Nyakas to return to the fleet to experience risks, but Niacas tried his best to go back, he knew that no one knew the fleet better than him, and no one knew how to deal with the risks at sea, so he promised Alexander that he would return to Susa safely.

Just after meeting like this, everyone went their separate ways again.

After nearly half a month of overland marching, we finally arrived at the royal garden of Pasagadai, which is where the tomb of Cyrus the Great is located.

There are many kinds of trees planted around it, and they have been forested for a long time, and there are canals to irrigate the forest, and even after the defeat of Persia, it is still in good order.

Everywhere there are green meadows, flowers paving the way, the breeze wafting, and the pleasant fragrance of flowers.

Along the flower-paved path, you will eventually see the tomb of Cyrus isolated among the blue sky and green grass.

The mausoleum stands proudly on the empty plain with a kind of desolate simplicity, the tomb has a total of six layers, all made of huge granite, about three meters long, and the height and width are about two meters, to be honest, this mausoleum is simply too small compared to the previous imperial tombs.

Alexander and his party stepped on the steps and squeezed themselves into the extremely narrow door of the tomb of Cyrus, the tomb was too small, several people were almost next to each other's skin in it, the huge golden coffin in the mausoleum occupied more than half of the space, a bench with a back next to the golden coffin, the legs of the stool were covered with gold, the top was covered with a Babylonian blanket, the bottom was lined with a purple velvet blanket, and a tunic and waistcoat were placed on it, all of which were Babylonian handicrafts, and it is said that there were many jewels, earrings, and sharp scimitars here, which were relics of Cyrus during his lifetime, It was only later that the thieves stole it, and the lid on the top of the golden coffin had been opened, and Alexander leaned down to look at it, and his face was very solemn.

"Where's the grave keeper?" The Emperor asked.

"When I came, I saw a small house not far from the mausoleum, which should be the residence of the tomb keeper." Seleucus said to the Great.

Alexander turned and squeezed back out of the mausoleum.

The crowd hurriedly followed and walked out.

Next to the mausoleum, everyone saw a tall stone pillar with an inscription: I am King Cyrus, the Achaemenid clan.

The founder of the Persian Empire, in the simplest language, proclaimed his position to posterity: "King of Cyrus, Achaemenid lineage".

He was the well-deserved king of Cyrus of the Achaemenid clan, and the territory he established, from the Aegean Sea to the Indus River, from the Nile River to the Caucasus, reigned for 29 years, almost all of which expanded on horseback, laying a solid foundation for the hegemony of Persia for hundreds of years.

There is no perfect life, the self-proclaimed king of kings Achaemenid heir, was finally defeated by Queen Masageta, Queen Tomiris cut off his head and put it in a leather bag, for the blood of her son, for the mother is strong, a woman when her son was killed by the enemy, stunned and forcibly ended the life of the king of kings.

History never stops, but there is always an end to life, the king is always domineering and exposed, but there will be a nemesis after all, this is the law of reincarnation of all things in the world.

Ren Juan stood beside the stone pillar for a long time, is she a king? Will she also have a nemesis?

Who will it be?

Since ancient times, heroes have suffered a lot, or cloth clothes are heroic, or flying dragons riding clouds, or golden horses and jade halls, but in fact, they are just a life of horses, and most of the final endings are embarrassing.

Heroes sacrifice war, if there is no war, everything does not have to sigh. War is like human breath, as long as human beings are alive, there will be war, caused by human nature, as the goddess of war, lamenting the tragedy of war, this is really a sad irony.

"You're the grave keepers?" From afar, Alexander's angry voice was heard, "What did you two tomb keepers do when your king paid you a good reward to keep an eye on the mausoleum, but the mausoleum was stolen and the body of King Cyrus was destroyed?" ”

Far away, in front of the door of a small house, a pair of elderly people fell to their knees and shivered in fright.

The small house is surrounded by dead trees and branches, Ren Juan Qi said: Here are green trees everywhere, fragrant grass is green, how to guard the tomb around the house There is a dead image, slowly approaching, a coolness invades the body.

The scenery here has an eerie atmosphere, which is not found in Cyrus's mausoleum.

"Speak, old man, this is the king of Alexander's empire, who destroyed the tomb of Cyrus and stole the jewels, you as tomb keepers don't know, right? When it comes to tomb robbers, the emperor has his own decision. Ptolemy said patiently.

The two old men kowtowed, but they didn't answer.

"Is it you?" Seleucus reprimanded harshly.

"*%#*&...", but no one could understand what they were saying.

Alexander the Great looked at the interpreter next to him and motioned for him to explain, and the interpreter hurriedly stood in front of the Great, "Honorable Alexander the Great, the guards of the Cyrus Mausoleum are all Maggians, they have been passed down from generation to generation, and their ancestors have been here for generations, but I have never heard the language of these two tomb keepers, please forgive the Emperor, the villain really can't understand what the two are saying?" ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, the two old men are still kowtowing and "talking nonsense", and they can't understand the interpretation of the Chinese languages, what kind of person is this.

Not only can't the interpreter understand, but even Ren Yan, who has no teacher, can't understand the language of the two, but it can be determined that they speak the language of human beings.

How can this be?

"In this case, pull down and execute, these two people have too many suspicions, the emperor will send someone else to guard the tomb." A soldier next to him said impatiently.

"Let's do it." The emperor agreed, Ren Juan took a few steps back, she didn't want to see the bloody scene, but she wouldn't stop it, historical matters have nothing to do with her, and these two are indeed derelict in their duties, with a generous remuneration, if they don't do anything, they should be punished.

"*%#*&..."The two old men crawled towards the Emperor with their heads scattered, holding Alexander the Great's legs, and Ren Yan glanced at them casually.

Just such a glance, made her heart startled, the male old man's eyes attracted Ren Yan's attention, although he was very panicked, but could not hide his strong mental state, although the square face was full of wrinkles, but the complexion was ruddy, and the deep sunken eye sockets and the high nose bridge were the typical faces of the Persians.

If this old man changes his brown hair to black hair, he will be Jiu'er's adoptive father! The old woman next to him is Jiu'er's adoptive mother in Nujiang, China.

"Adoptive parents!" Ren Juan exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly walked back to the two old men again, squatted down to help the old man up, stared at the eyes of the two old men and said tremblingly, "Adoptive father, adoptive mother, is it you?" ”

The two of them were so frightened that they cried into tears, and they didn't care about listening to Ren Juan's words at all, Ren Juan added, "I'm Mo Jiu, your adopted daughter, don't you remember?" "Ren Yan speaks modern Chinese, and no one here understands it except Xuan Ye, who is not around at this time.