In the smoking carriage, more than a dozen horses were tied to bridles of varying lengths and dragged forward on the tracks.

In the first year of the Heavenly Hunt, the emperor sent a special army to the Dzungar region, and a few years later, the people here sang and danced, were hospitable, and the law and order were so good that they did not close their doors at night and did not leave any roads.

The process was sealed in the long river of history, and no one knew how the barbaric and cruel highland people were transformed.

Everyone only knows that Emperor Tianjia is eloquent and strategic, loves the people like a son, and touches the local people, making them bow down and sincerely integrate into the arms of the Hua Dynasty.

In the north of Dzungaria, Batur Hun took the remnants of the Dzungars and threw them into the military camps of Tsarist Russia, becoming an obvious cannon fodder unit.

Xia Wanchun continued to build cities and ships in the upper reaches of the Ob River, preparing to cut off the horizontal waist of Tsarist Russia in the summer.

On the northern border of Dzungaria, after several tentative attacks, Tsarist Russia immediately began to build fortifications, build stone cities, and assume a defensive posture.

Before the angry Tsar chose to go to war with the Chinese Dynasty, he knew very little about his distant eastern neighbor, especially its recent situation.

I only know that this Chinese dynasty is powerful at sea, and it beats those hateful Dutch and Spaniards everywhere, but I didn't expect the army to be so strong.

For the first time, Tsarist Russia, which was difficult to ride a tiger, felt fear, and the invasion to the east had been going so smoothly that who knew that it had finally kicked the iron plate.

In the Kremlin, Tsar Alexei I looked a little evasive, the situation turned out like this, and everyone had a bad premonition.

The old aristocracy, which had not yet been purged, looked at it coldly, thinking that it was only the tsar and the big rich people in the east who were in trouble.

"The emperor of the Hua Dynasty in the East was an arrogant fellow, and in their view, the world belonged to their emperor. Now that these madmen have hit our homeland, I think it's time to unite and put aside some of the prejudices and work together against them. You know, it has only been a hundred years since we regained our freedom from the Mongols, and I believe that no one does not know how bloody the Mongol massacre was back then. ”

For the Tsar, these words already meant softness, but unfortunately no one responded.

The Russians have had this tradition since ancient times, the greater the enemy, the more infighting they must be, and they will not unite until the time when the country is about to be destroyed.

Looking at the ministers who were full of wooden clay sculptures, the tsar hung his head helplessly, and when summer came to Moscow, a chill filled the Kremlin.

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It was already very hot in Jiangnan, and Hou Xuanyan took his family from Suzhou to pick up Hou Qizeng's family and returned to Jiading.

The bamboo forest in the back mountain is full of white flowers, and it seems that people often clean up here. The Chinese Dynasty has not built an imperial mausoleum so far, and the first emperor Lie was buried here, and it is also the place where Hou Xuan raised his troops.

Back then, Hou Xuanyan complied with his father's last wish, and Yang Shu incinerated the bones of him and his younger brother and scattered them throughout the bamboo forest, so in the tomb of Emperor Hou Dongzeng, there are only some clothes from when he died in battle.

Flowers everywhere, fragrant grass, bamboo forest one by one with the wind rubbing, bamboo leaves make a rustling sound, occasionally a bird passes, shakes its head and flutters its wings and flies away.

In the distance, a carriage pulled the three grandchildren and walked on the grassy path. In front of the car is the guards to open the way, divided into two sides, this bamboo forest inside and outside has been checked hundreds of times.

rejected the fanfare of the Ministry of Rites and all kinds of red tape, Hou Xuanyan chose to bring his third uncle and son to worship his deceased father.

"Six years ago, a heavy rain flooded this place into water, and it happened that the Tartar soldiers came to the south of the Yangtze River to burn and kill, and your grandfather took the villagers to resist the wind of that day, which was much better than today."

The little thing blinked, probably not understanding, Hou Qi once held him in his arms and smiled: "Your Majesty, how can he understand this with a child." ”

Hou Xuanyan was a little angry, frowned, and said: "Third uncle, didn't you say it, it seems to be a raw point to call it like this, just teach me Wen Yuan." ”

"Then how can it be done, now that Your Majesty is the emperor, how can you not be humble."

Hou Xuanyan felt helpless, after all, in this era, the imperial power is greater than the sky, and it is more difficult to change the concept of these people than to ascend to the sky.

In front of the tomb, there is a bronze statue of Hou Tong's old department before his death, and his relatives and friends who fought against the Qing Dynasty together. The expressions of these people are very well portrayed, and from a distance, they seem to have a steadfast and unyielding heroic spirit.

There are less than 2,000 people living in a huge Jiading city, and every time Hou Xuanyan sees these bronze figures, his heart is deeply distressed.

Since ancient times, it has been a disaster, only the Manchu Tartars, who have plagued the Central Plains for hundreds of years and smashed how many backbones of China. Hundreds of years of poverty and weakness have made a thousand-year-old empire that was originally proud of the world become the sick man of East Asia who is bullied by everyone, and even the poison has not been cleared for a hundred years.

In front of Hou Dongzeng's temple, the tomb of Emperor Hualie is written, and there is no mausoleum that opens mountains and splits stones, only a small poem reflects the achievements of his life:

The Yangtze River was murmuring, and the bloody battle before Jiading that day.

The head of the city threw away the bones of the Han children, and Hu Feng crossed the mountain customs in the south.

The emperor rode the clouds to ascend to immortals, leaving his eldest son in the town of rivers and mountains.

Huang Wei held high the six melting suns, and the vast four seas have returned to peace.

As a posthumously crowned emperor, such a mausoleum can't help but make people feel awe, Hou Xuanyan has spent countless money, and he doesn't want to spend unjustly on this kind of thing.

You must know that the mausoleum of an emperor often requires hundreds of thousands of people, and after a few years of hard work, it may not be able to be repaired. The tombs of several emperors of the Manchu Qing Dynasty have emptied the treasury, which is much more than military spending or something. And almost all of them have just ascended the throne and taken power, and they are busy repairing tombs, for fear that they will be accidentally struck by lightning.

Of course, in the end, their graves were all cheap, and after Sun Dianying was blown up, his bones were scattered, and the treasures accompanying the burial were emptied, which can be regarded as the leader of this warlord, and he did a few good things.

Hou Xuanyan has already thought about it, and after a hundred years, he will also build a cemetery in this bamboo forest to reunite with his family.

Not far away is the burial place of the Huang Chunyao brothers, leaving a temple of the British king, and a poem is written on the stele at the door:

The lonely city is broken in a hundred battles, and the head of the knife is half bent; The second public supports righteousness, and he is a perfect person when he dies.

Lian shui is loyal to the soul, and the rituals of the dynasty are new; There is still a lot of hatred left, and the misguided country is a mediocre minister.

As the sun set, the three grandparents packed up their simple cups and bowls, just like ordinary families coming to pay tribute to their elders, and slowly walked out of the bamboo forest.

Hou Xuanyan sighed and said: "The Manchu Qing Dynasty went south, it was like a dream, I don't think it's been two years, and now I think it's the same as yesterday." ”

Hou Qi once felt the same way, and his brother taught him to read, which seemed like yesterday, and he was in tears before he knew it.

The crown prince in his arms was still ignorant, and when he saw the old man crying, he even knew to reach out and wipe it. The chubby little hand hit the old man's face, which could not be said to be painless, but Hou Qizeng smiled happily, his red and swollen eyes and dense eye sockets, accompanied by a happy smile, and said happily: "Jun'er is so smart, he must be a person who can succeed and keep the foundation of our Hou family." ”

"Hehe" Hou Xuanyan was infinitely stunned, and said leisurely: "In a hurry, a hundred years of people go to Lou San, and the children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, which is not something we can control, I just hope that he will keep this great river and mountain, and don't lose the backbone of a thousand years, fortunately!" ”