Chapter 270: State Funeral

The prison is gloomy, and in this dark environment, there are countless souls who have been buried.

"Ahh

Li Zong screamed, a copper rod pierced his legs, making his posture turn into kneeling, this feeling was painful.

"Li Tang, even if this king, his soul returns to the underworld, he will turn into a demon, life after life, curse you, make your country broken, and broken!"

The sound permeates people, making the whole prison dark, the dead mourning, and the living crazy.

"Pierce the spine!"

Lao Fu ordered, his voice was a little trembling, and the scene in front of him made him very uncomfortable.

"No!"

The soldier nodded, took out another copper pillar, about one meter long, and pressed it hard from Li Zong's neck.

For a while, the blood soared, dyed the body red, wet the hair, the blood reflected the red, the tears and the blood were one, and the description was miserable.

The bones of the spine were also crushed into pieces by the iron rod, the blood continued to flow, and the whole body became straight, and at the same time, it gradually lost consciousness.

The prosperity is gone, the elegance is scattered, the king of a country, tortured, wandering the world, becoming a dream, turning bones into sand, and becoming a luxury.

Ink exhausts the power scroll, the supreme holy decree, who has been judged?

Thank you for the prosperity, cut off the royal power, who has atoned for your sins?

But who can blame all this? Blame Li Tang, blame the so-called cheap woman, or blame yourself?

In the end, Li Zong was delirious, incontinent, and passed out in a coma.

"Wash it, give it to the potter, and make it into terracotta warriors!"

Seeing this, Lao Fu ordered in a low voice, and the two eunuchs grabbed Li Zong's legs and dragged them outside, leaving blood marks on the ground.

This scene made everyone in the Purple Lion Kingdom tremble, and at this moment, they felt that it was a great reward to be able to die.

"Do it!"

Countless screams rang out at the same time, spreading throughout the prison, and the sound of broken bones, like a magic sound, echoed in everyone's minds, unforgettable for life.

The road to the outside is constantly dyed red, turning into a bloody road, attached to the evil qi, as if it has become a point of no return.

And this has also become an allusion, from now on, Datang death row inmates, before the execution, all walked from this road to the execution ground and entered death.

And outside the prison, thousands of potters are making terracotta warriors and horses, surrounded by materials, people, clay, clay, and stoves!

An old potter with a pale beard, pale and pale during the making process, his hands stained with blood and trembling slightly.

A skill for a lifetime, a lifetime of specialization, a lifetime of pottery, or the first time to use a living person, to make terracotta warriors.

He even felt that his hands were no longer pure.

"I am for the king!"

The old potter thought, grabbed Li Zong's body, and put on the clay and clay, layer after layer, looking at his head, and Li Zong's appearance, it was not the same as Li Zong.

Finally, the terracotta warriors and horses are put into the furnace and fired, and after about two hours, the terracotta warriors and horses are formed and placed on the ground, which is very delicate.

A few days later, under the overtime of the potters, 1,220 terracotta warriors and horses were placed in front of the prison, which looked quite imposing from a distance.

"The king has arrived!"

A eunuch shouted loudly, Li Tang was wearing an imperial robe, with a hundred civil and military officials, and walked to the front of the prison with a serious face.

"After transporting these terracotta warriors and horses to the Purple Mountain, an edict will be issued and a state funeral will be held!"

After finishing speaking, Li Tang stood in front of a terracotta warrior and was silent for a long time, his heart was very complicated, and his thoughts were flying all over the sky.

This terracotta warrior is Li Zong!

For state funerals, an edict must be promulgated and spread throughout the county, so that the whole world will mourn together.

Soon, the edict was promulgated, the state funeral was determined, the whole world mourned, and the counties and counties of the whole country hung white silk, and the sound of joy gradually disappeared.

In the second year of Wutai, April 21!

On this day, the sun dome shines, the light is scorching, very hot, shining on the Purple Mountain, making its clouds and mist dissipate a lot, and the huge imperial tomb appears in front of everyone's eyes.

"See the king!"

Tianwen and Muli, with tens of thousands of migrant workers, countless palace maids and eunuchs, saluted respectfully, and around them, chrysanthemums were placed and white flags were hung.

"Get up!"

Li Tang said, he was wearing filial piety clothes, looking at the imperial tomb, and his expression revealed sadness.

Since ancient times, the imperial mausoleum has been built, there is a strict hierarchy, no encroachment is allowed, the king's cemetery is thousands of zhang, the royal family, the curtain is more than 100 zhang!

The rest of the officials, the area of the cemetery, are less than 100 zhang!

And in front of the view, the mausoleum of the Queen Mother, located on the waist of the mountain, nine hundred zhang long, a bluestone path, such as a heavenly road, both sides of the road, planted with trees.

Being at the foot of the mountain, looking at it from afar, the mausoleum dwells in the clouds, increases the fairy energy, is very beautiful, in the sun, sparkling, can be described as a misty wave and cloud shadow.

But even so, isn't it a dead man's life?

"In this life, this king will climb to the top of the avenue, not limited by lifespan, not bound by reincarnation, and be a great and free person!"

Li Tang roared loudly in his heart, who doesn't want to have a boundless life?

Otherwise, what's the point of cultivating!

"State funeral, get up!"

Fan Li on the side, holding the national letter, shouted loudly!

"Woo~"

The voice was desolate, so that everyone's pace was very depressed, and in their minds, it seemed to see that the soul was ascending to heaven, and the face was full of tears!

The golden silk nan wooden coffin, carried by ten soldiers, followed by the terracotta warriors, stretches endlessly.

Yellow paper flew all over the sky, falling on the bluestone steps, on the treetops, and on everyone.

Pieces of yellow paper, paving this road as Huangquan Road, the living send each other, the dead return to heaven, is a love, a gift, a sustenance.

I hope that my family can be reincarnated as soon as possible in the underworld!

In this way, after walking for an hour, everyone climbed the mountainside, came to the mausoleum, put the coffin lightly, and saw a tombstone, which read:

"The tomb of the Empress Dowager Tang, the saint of Xiaoqin Tiande!"

These eleven words were written by Li Tang, so the emperor was rich and the golden light was shining.

"Put the coffin!"

Fan Li said, Li Tang stepped forward, walked to the front of the coffin, took the place of a soldier, carried the coffin in the yellow paper, and walked into the mausoleum.

Hundreds of civil and military officials, eunuchs and palace maids, guards and engineers, all brush and kneel on the ground, perform the first salute, very heavy, the sound of mourning and music, spread all over the top of the mountain.

"The body is dead, buried with purple gold, the mountains and rivers are slight, and the cocoon has no clothes! Life is short, the years are wasted, at the end of the sky, the soul is lonely! The wind is He Xiaoxiao, the soul returns to the underworld, on the road to Huangquan, the mercenary kowtows!"

"Dream back to the cradle, the baby cries, the breast milk is sweet, and the year of standing, the mother's appearance is gradually declining, the vitality is fading, life is short, so that heaven and man are separated, the moon is falling, tears are runny, and the mourning is long!"

"The son and his mother, the marrow is like a bone, giving vitality, growing with it, the grace of the heart, no need to reciprocate, the grace of affection, and the heavens will be eternal, never forget, if you die, may you go down to the underworld, and meet again, and never be separated!"

When Li Tang carried the coffin, Fan Li read in a trembling voice, leaving tears.

When everyone heard it, they thought about their mother, and their clothes were wet with tears!

Pray to the sky, the love between mother and child in the world, and never forget!

(End of chapter)