Life is life because there are too many unexpected, not static. Zhu Youzhen died too suddenly, and suddenly on the second day, he announced to the world, and on the third day of the national funeral, the Beijing division was in an uproar, and he didn't know how the emperor died. For a time, the seizure of power, palace fighting, and assassination were all opinions. What's even more incredible is that dozens of ministers were martyred and named loyal martyrs, which is unbelievable.

The difference between the ruler and the ruled is that no matter how ridiculous the ruler's words are, someone will believe them, and whether you believe it or not, you have to believe it in your mouth. And the ruled, who birds you, whether you squirt feces all over your mouth or talk about it?

The Ming Tomb added a new tomb, which was built in a hurry, and the scale was even smaller, mainly in a hurry. Yang Fan stood next to the tomb keeper, looked at the imperial tomb that was under construction over there, and muttered: "When I left here, I also went to Jiafu Temple to see the old ginkgo. At that time, the master was still there. ”

"He is called a monk and silent, but he likes to talk and meddle in his affairs, otherwise he can live a few more years, it's a pity." The grave keeper said calmly. Stone and wood are redundant in the Ministry of Works, Shinto, the archway is not done first, the tomb alone is a big project, but the burial can not exceed seven days, so only the earth fort can be built, and it is too late to repair the underground palace. The inside is a little cold, and the outside must always be repaired luxuriously, carving dragons and phoenixes, and there is no half a month that can't be done.

Yang Fan wore the holly on his waist, rubbed it with one hand, and said, "After entering Beijing, I haven't taken it out properly." A little further down the mountain, a black lightning bolt was rushing. The imperial tomb is heavy, and it is naturally impossible for Xiao Hei to let go of his feet and run for joy, Yang Fan let it go farther. Not seen for a year. Xiao Hei, who was raised by the old shop to be fat and strong, is time to lose weight.

The old man who guards the tomb carries his hands on his back. said: "Do you know why the old decay grafted the last trace of national glory on you? The old man narrowed his eyes. Looking into the distance, the rickety back, like a hump, was only covered by a black robe, and it looked like the back plate was a little wider.

"Is there such a thing?"

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, but whether it can be regarded as Fengtian transportation or not, it is difficult to say." He turned and looked at the clear river in front of him. Astrological signs, luck, and hexagrams, to put it bluntly, are just tricks that we naively think we can predict the future. The truth makes sense, and if you can round the past, you can make it your own. Some words, say it or not, it's all right. said that, it's just a matter of leaving a heart in my heart. ”

"Do you believe in people who foresee the future?"

"Letter. Of course I believe it. A wise person can see the clues from what has already happened, and then boldly guess what will happen next, is foresight. It's just that sometimes they can't speak too thoroughly, so they disguise themselves with astrological signs, luck, or hexagrams. The old man pursed his lips. "Of course, I'm talking about rivers and lakes. ”

Spring blossomed, and the Ming Tombs finally became the Ming Tombs. However, Yang Fan couldn't feel anything. He still has a lot of work to do. The new emperor ascended the throne, and the situation was not yet stable. The tax reform has not yet been fully implemented, and crops have only just been planted. It's like a newborn. After a spring rain. Whoever sows is buried in the ground, and then waits for the harvest.

Yang Fan said goodbye to the grave keeper, rode the little black who had just run happily, and wandered around the suburbs. It's been a long time since he's been on his own.

He never took cultivation and internal strength seriously, and went with the flow.

The horse trotted through the green grass on the outskirts, and a lonely grave lay in an inconspicuous place. Yang Fan sat in the pavilion, and after taking out the wine and food from the top of Xiao Hei's neck, he patted the horse's buttocks, and directly let Xiao Hei wander away happily. The strong man's abnormal little black spent ten taels of silver at the beginning, and if it is pulled to the black market now, a few hundred taels will not be a problem.

The big blazing eyes turned around, and the big wet nose touched Yang Fan's face, expressing intimacy, and then immediately ran away. Yang Fan wiped his face and opened his baggage. The lotus leaf crispy chicken was brought out of the restaurant, and there was a trace of residual heat. There are also some pastries, just the latest Feixian wine fired by Dakang Winery, which is very pleasant.

On the edge of the lonely grave, Yang Fan looked carefully, and the "dead man" seemed to be motionless, just sitting. It looked like the old robe hadn't been changed in days, and it was covered in dust. Yang Fan ate half of the chicken and walked over with the lotus leaf and the wine jug.

Looking at the side of the face, I saw a beard growing in a mess, covering up the originally delicate face. Those deeply sunken eye sockets looked like they hadn't slept well in a long time. Only the eyes and snort that were still moving, proved that this was a living person.

Yang Fan glanced at the stone tablet standing there, without words.

Guarding the tomb must be extremely respectful, but the name is not engraved on the stele, but it is unreasonable. The only possibility is that the name cannot be engraved. Yang Fan handed over the lotus leaf chicken and said, "Come on?" ”

"Nope." The hand pushed away the lotus leaf chicken handed over by Yang Fan. Yang Fan muttered: "What about the wine, do you want to have some wine?" ”

The man turned his head, looked at Yang Fan with a thin face, and swept his eyes down, seeing the holly. He took the wine, took a few sips, and handed it back.

"This ...... Is it ......" Yang Fan pointed to the lonely grave, "Why is there no name on the stele?" ”

The man was silent, and after half a sound, he said, "When I die, I am afraid that if I engrave my name, one day I will be gone, and the grave will be flattened." ”

"What did this man do?"

The man was silent again.

Yang Fan muttered: "What Qianfu refers to is also miserable. He poured three glasses of wine and sprinkled them on the grave. The man lowered his head and said, "Miserable? If you see the tragic situation when Mr. died, what is the Qianfu referring to. You don't see that one knife after another, more than 3,000 knives, since ancient and modern times, I am afraid that only Mr. has died so miserably. The cut meat was bought and eaten, leaving only a pair of dry bones and heads, and it was rumored to be seen in the nine towns. ”

Yang Fan trembled the wine jug in his hand, and he already understood who the person buried here was. Ling Chi died, and the people rushed to buy his meat and eat it, except for Yuan Chonghuan and Yuan Inspector, who else?

Our nation values integrity above all else. Compare it to the backbone of the nation, surrender to the traitor, and leave a stench for 10,000 years. Yang Fan asked, "That's really a miserable death." "He sat on a rock. Yuan Chonghuan is a person with great controversy in history, and it can be said that many figures in the late Ming Dynasty have had controversy in history. In all this, there are those who tampered with history in the later Qing Dynasty, and there are also those who changed dynasties, and some historical materials are incomplete. Yang Fan didn't want to wash the floor for anyone, and he didn't want to delve into anything.

We are always shouting and shouting, on the pillar of shame of history, these traitors and thieves who have lost their power and humiliated the country will be firmly engraved, but we don't know that in the end, they are still ministers. What is a minister, the monarch is a minister, in the final analysis, it is still the emperor's worker. (To be continued.) )