Looking at Wu Ge who was soft on the ground, Chen Zongli sighed deeply. The www.biquge.info comrade-in-arms of the court, who had fought side by side with him, endured side by side, and rejoiced silently together, had reached a dead end and would never go back.

At that moment, Chen Zongli wanted to sit down, but a jailer behind him hurriedly stepped forward to help, and another jailer went to come over with a stool. The old man is so old, and he is an important minister of the court, it is not so easy to sit together, if something happens, the two of them can't afford this responsibility.

Chen Zongli showed a helpless smile, and he didn't know whether he was lamenting that the two jailers knew each other very well, or sighing that he was old enough to be cared for by others. Looking at Wu Ge, who was sitting silently on the ground without saying a word, Chen Zongli closed his eyes and said slowly: "Since Nandu, it has been a hundred years, and finally there is someone who can take us back, so that we will not become the Jin people of Nandu in the end." But who would have thought that even if the grand wish of returning to the north was finally realized, it would be difficult to erase the desire of some people to fight for power and profit. And Mongolia will be there one day, and the heart will not die. Brother Wu, you are just a tool for the Mongolian Tartars to plague the Ming Dynasty, even if you are not there, they can still go to find more Li Ge and Zhang Ge. You say you, fool! ”

After Chen Zongli chattered for a long time, Wu Gefang opened his mouth to interrupt him: "Chen Xianggong doesn't need to say more, the matter has come to this, what is there to say." Even if Chen Xianggong said a thousand words here, he didn't save so many people's lives after all. ”

Slightly stunned, Chen Zongli shook his head, but did not answer.

"Can you tell so-and-so, how to die?" Wu Ge suddenly thought of something, raised his head and asked, "This crime is boundless, and it will definitely not be cheap." And you don't have to prevaricate, you know very well in your heart that for such a big crime as rebellion, the death law must have been decided a long time ago, and the criminal department will judge the case and the three divisions will try it, but it is just a formality. The Criminal Department and the Third Division, what qualifications do they have to judge a certain crime! ”

"You still don't understand until you die." Chen Zongli stood up with the help of the jailer and turned around, "The political hall has been decided, Ling Chi." ”

Chen Zongli said very lightly, as if "Ling Chi" was just two ordinary words, like a feather falling gently to the ground. But the two jailers next to him subconsciously shivered, they naturally understood what Ling Chi meant when they did this, but they had not seen the real Ling Chi after living for so long.

Wu Ge took a step forward and hugged Chen Zongli's legs: "It's okay to die, so-and-so's sin is rebellious and heinous, but the wives and children in the family don't know, you help me, plead, plead!" Don't kill them, spare them their lives, even if it's exile! ”

Chen Zongli was silent for a long time, and said lightly: "The reason why Ling Chi is the main culprit of you is to put all the sins of your family on you. The triage of the three divisions is not just a simple formality, but to find out who is involved and who is not involved in your family, as long as you are involved and do not report it, there will definitely be a dead end; Once it is clearly distinguished, it doesn't matter, the men are inevitably exiled, and the women are in the Teaching Workshop Division or the Huanyi Bureau, and they will definitely not die, barely surviving and saving their lives. ”

After a pause, Chen Zongli said slowly: "You also know that you are a heinous sin, so don't look at the old man presiding over the Ministry of Rites and the Department of Teaching, but if you want the old man to take care of your relatives, then the old man can't do it, after all, there are so many eyes up and down." Not to mention the strong men who were exiled. So for them, maybe the time comes to meet the nobles, or maybe life is better than death and resentment and curse you. Because you also know that the overseer of the penal colony and the bustard of the Workshop Division have the means. ”

Wu Ge, who has been indifferent for so many days, has already cried bitterly at this time, his hand slowly released and scratched on the ground over and over again, and even shallow blood marks can be seen.

"One misstep becomes a thousand years of hatred, I knew it was like this, why bother in the first place!" Chen Zongli muttered.

Wu Ge just cried with his hair and clenched the straw in his palm.

"Okay," Chen Zongli finally stopped at the door, turned his head and said, "The old man of your family has also seen it, the youngest daughter is beautiful and slim, and it is really pitiful to suffer from this prison in vain. At that time, even if you are not rich, at least you will not be able to be bullied by thousands of people. ”

Before the words fell, Chen Zongli had already walked outside.

And Wu Ge kowtowed heavily to the back in the back. He knew that Chen Zongli could save one person in his family, and he had already done his best.

Chen Zongli walked to the end of the prison and said in a deep voice: "These days, let him eat something good." ”

The two jailers glanced at each other and hesitated for a moment, but one of them still couldn't bear to speak: "Qi Yu Xianggong, according to the rules, the prisoners before Ling Chi have enough oil and water to eat, otherwise it is very likely that they will not be able to hold on to it when they are cut one by one, or there is too little meat to cut it enough." As long as the Ministry of Punishment and the Praetorian Guard sent down instructions, the brothers would definitely not treat him badly. ”

"Well, let it go." Chen Zongli shook his head slowly, and walked outside on crutches. The two jailers hurriedly stepped forward to help, but Chen Zongli refused.

The sound of the old man's lonely footsteps echoed in the deep corridor, and also knocked on everyone's heart.

When he walked out of the prison, Chen Zongli found that it was already evening before he knew it, and a touch of the slanting sun sprinkled on his body, and even dyed all his white hair and beard red, with a sense of warmth. And Chen Zongli squinted his eyes in the warm evening breeze and sighed softly.

The road in front of me will go on, but who would have thought that the people who used to be unhesitating and in the same boat at that time have now deviated from the direction one by one, or even gone the other way.

"It's hard to stay during the day, so people are not the old. After saying goodbye tonight, we will not meet in this life. Chen Zongli muttered slowly, but there was no pause in his footsteps. The Ministry of Rites still has a lot to do, especially after the triage of the three divisions this time, all the families of the traitors who are not directly related to the rebellion, or assign or fill the sect department, need Chen Zongli to have a headache.

And the left and right attendants of the Ministry of Rites are not yet at the point where they can take over the power. Daming was in a period of scarcity in the Ministry of Rites, and it was not so easy for Chen Zongli to even want to return to his hometown.

Even if the road is longer and lonelier, I have to grit my teeth and go down until someone can stand up and take my place. Chen Zongli didn't know why he stuck to this position, maybe it was because of Ye Yingwu's kindness to rescue him and Ma Guangzu in Lin'an, or maybe because in his heart, this Ming would really shine like the sun and the moon, and sprinkle the light to the four seas.

In their hands, a weak dynasty was buried, but another powerful and glorious dynasty is on the way to rise!

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Thousands of miles away, east of Luoyang City, Gong County.

"Ahh Ye Yingwu sneezed, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "I don't know who is scheming behind my back, it's really hateful." ”

"There are many people in the world who want to calculate you, but no one succeeds." Hui Niang stood beside him, pursed her lips and said, trying her best to make others unable to see the movements, "So nine times out of ten, you are a husband and you are suffering from the cold, why don't you go back to the carriage to rest?" ”

Ye Yingwu sneered: "You really don't want to be cold in the summer." ”

The two of them stood side by side on the field, the wild grass around them swaying in the warm wind, and the sparse trees from a distance all the way to the hill in front of them, because no one had taken care of them, so although they were luxuriant, they were also crooked, not beautiful at all.

Only a closer look reveals that the trees should have been neatly lined up on both sides, and in the middle of the trees, there was a straight passage. Stone statues are scattered among the trees, or they are not in the grass, or only half of their bodies are left and you can't even see what is carved.

Depressed and dilapidated, if it weren't for the local old people who were specially invited to lead the way, no one would have thought that the place in front of them, which was covered by wild grass, used to be the Shinto of countless priests, and the half of the house next to it, which had experienced too much wind and rain and was dilapidated, was once a temple of incense. As for the rest of the walls and temples, they have long since disappeared, and perhaps some remnants of bricks and tiles can be found by trampling through the grass not far away.

The Shinto road under the shade of trees leads directly to the hill in front, and at this time, you will find a hill standing on the field, which seems a little abrupt, and there are traces of artificial piling, and there is no doubt that it is a mausoleum.

Ye Yingwu exhaled lightly and looked at Hui Niang.

"Don't look at the concubine," Hui Niang snorted, "Go to the carriage and help Sister Shu'er down, it's not easy to search for a long time in the wilderness." Now that I've found it, I'll have to pay attention to it anyway. ”

"At least you can find it." Ye Yingwu narrowed his eyes, turned around and walked towards the carriage.

And Hui Niang silently looked at the mausoleum in front of her, just muttering in the wind.

The Praetorian Guard soldiers dispersed far away, and the curtain of a carriage behind slowly opened, and a maid jumped down first, just about to stretch out her arm, when she saw Ye Yingwu striding over, she hurriedly saluted respectfully. Ye Yingwu nodded and asked her to retreat.

Zhao Yunshu held his sister in his hand, both of them were plain white dresses, just embellished with a little plain orchid embroidery, and her hair was simply fixed with white hostas, like two orchids blooming quietly in the empty valley.

Seeing Ye Yingwu standing under the carriage and stretching out his arms, Zhao Yunshu was slightly stunned, but he still gently helped him to get out of the carriage, and Ye Yingwu turned around and hugged Zhao Yunwei again.

"It's rare for a husband to be so attentive." Zhao Yunshu said lightly.

"It's just to please the beauties." Ye Yingwu tilted his head slightly, and replied seriously.

Zhao Yunshu was speechless for a while, and even suspected that this guy was deliberate, so he didn't speak at the moment and dragged Zhao Yunwei forward. The wild grass was already up to her waist, and the women of Jining City followed on both sides holding mosquito incense burners and fans.

"This is the Yongchang Mausoleum?" Zhao Yunshu walked to the side of a stone sculpture and reached out to slowly caress the rough stone surface. Three hundred years of wind and rain have made this stone carving full of potholes, but it can still be vaguely seen that the carving is the image of a maid.

Ye Yingwu nodded: "The tombstone should be in front, go and find what you can find." ”

Yongchang Mausoleum is the mausoleum of Zhao Kuangyin, the founding monarch of the Great Song Dynasty and Taizu of the Song Dynasty, although it has been buried for 300 years, but before the construction of Yan Nandu, the imperial court has always had someone to take care of the tomb, and every once in a while there will be a special person to fund maintenance, so in fact, the real waste is a hundred years.

For the Jurchens and Mongols, not excavating these tombs was already considered merciful, let alone sending people to maintain them. You must know that in history, the tombs of the Southern Song Dynasty monarchs were more or less destroyed by the Mongols, and even the skull of Song Lizong was dug up to make a wine cup, which has always been regarded as a great shame for the Han people.

Although he didn't know why Zhao Yunshu didn't go to other places, he just wanted to come to this Yongchang Mausoleum, but Ye Yingwu didn't refuse, originally he also planned to find a mausoleum of the Song Emperor to pretend to pay his respects, so that the old and young people of the previous dynasty could rest assured. It's just that I didn't expect that these old and young people hadn't waited for themselves to be appeased, and they had already started without knowing the height of the sky, which saved Ye Yingwu and the Ministry of Rites a lot of effort.

"It has been one hundred and forty years since the establishment of Yanyi Nandu." Zhao Yunshu stretched out his hand and gently stroked the stone statue, muttering with emotion, "One hundred and forty years, the descendants of the Zhao family are finally qualified to stand here again and add a handful of loess to the ancestors' tombs." ”

Ye Yingwu stood on the side and was silent.

One hundred and forty years, not only the descendants of the Zhao family returned to the Central Plains, but also the descendants of Huaxia Yan and Huang, who were dressed in the south, finally straightened their waists and walked here again, recaptured the land that had been trampled for a hundred years from the enemy, and comforted the souls of their ancestors in the sky with the blood of the enemy.

After walking not far, you can see the altar and stone monument hidden by the wild grass, but these large and small stones are scattered among the wild grass and trees, and the solemn posture of the past has long been lost. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the Yongchang Mausoleum, as well as on these wild grasses, trees and stones, rendering everything a heart-stopping blood-red.

Yongchang Mausoleum is the mausoleum of Zhao Kuangyin of Song Taizu, it is also the most legendary one among the many mausoleums of Emperor Song, according to legend, there is a white rabbit carp jumping out when buried, and there are stone people born from the ground and bowing their heads solemnly in the direction of the coffin, so the locals call it "the jade rabbit beats the gong and fish and plays the drum, and the stone man on the mountain lays the monarch". When Mongolia went south, there was a local tomb robber surnamed Zhu who wanted to steal the Yongchang Mausoleum, but after opening Zhao Kuangyin's coffin, the corpse suddenly sat up and sprayed black venom on his face, which could not be washed off with water, causing the tomb robber to fall into the name of "Zhu Qi Face", and soon the government arrested him according to his characteristics.

It is precisely because of these various rumors that the Yongchang Mausoleum, which has experienced several wars and disasters, has been smeared with mysterious and even terrifying colors, coupled with the cause of death of Zhao Kuangyin's "candlelight axe shadow" that has been widely circulated among the people, which makes this Yongchang Mausoleum as the head of the Great Song Emperor's Mausoleum at the same time, it has also attracted all kinds of discussions.

Several handmaidens had already laid out the large and small bags of sacrifices, and the two soldiers also brought over a large incense burner. Zhao Yunshu dragged Zhao Yunwei and stood silently in the sunset, the sunset light rendered the clothes of both of them yellow-red, and pulled out a long figure on the ground.

"Get on your knees." Zhao Yunshu said softly, and Wei'er obediently knelt down on the futon with her sister.

Seeing the two orphans of the Zhao family in front of them kowtowing heavily in front of the Yongchang Mausoleum, sending incense and blood food, Hui Niang, who was following behind Ye Yingwu, said softly: "Won't the husband go over?" ”

Ye Yingwu shook his head: "Just let them do their best." A certain is now the monarch of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor of a country, kneeling to the sky and kneeling to his parents, and acting in accordance with heaven in every word and deed, so naturally there is no reason to worship the monarch of the previous dynasty, let alone ······"

After a pause, Ye Yingwu slowly turned around: "What's more, in this world, it was only after a certain pit in the former Song Dynasty that I got it." What kind of face do you have to meet Zhao Kuangyin? ”

Hui Niang chuckled, but she stood up straight in the direction of Yongchang Mausoleum, stretched out her respectful arms, bowed her hands and bowed down to make a big salute. For Zhao Kuangyin, the founding monarch and the founder of the 300-year-old world of the Great Song Dynasty, Hui Niang still respects it very much.

Ye Yingwu walked out, looked up at the sky dyed blood-red by the setting sun, and whispered to Xiao Yangzi, who strode over: "Send someone to tell the magistrate of Gongxian County, send capable people to renovate these Song Dynasty emperors' tombs, as long as the Ming Dynasty is still there one day, the incense should not be broken." In addition, the same is true of the Han and Tang Emperors' Mausoleums in Chang'an. ”

Xiao Yangzi hurriedly responded. And Ye Yingwu always felt that he remembered something, and after hesitating for a moment, he turned around again and faced the direction of Yongchang Mausoleum.

After a long silence, the founding monarch of the Ming Dynasty muttered: "Great Song Yizu, Zhao Kuangyin, Zhao Da, no matter what you call them, I just want to tell you who are lying here." The land lost by the Zhao family of the Great Song Dynasty, I have tried my best to recover it inch by inch. ”

After a pause, Ye Yingwu continued: "Although this world is no longer the world of your Zhao family, at least it is still the world of the Han people!" (To be continued.) )