"We came here to have a look on the orders of Commander Zhu, not to patrol." A Yulin Jun said coldly.

Commander Zhu's name is Zhu Yu, and he is the supreme commander of the 500 garrison of Coal Qingshan. This Yulin Army raised Zhu Yu's name, and the chamberlain had to shut up.

Although Emperor Daxing was not able to govern himself until his death, the emperor was the emperor after all, and the attendants who were beside the emperor were also superior.

It wasn't until they came to Coal Qingshan that they finally knew what a landed phoenix was not as good as a chicken, not to mention that they were not phoenixes in the first place.

In Coal Qingshan, a casual soldier dares to shout at them, and they can only endure it, all the way to the imperial tomb, and endure until they die of old age.

The chamberlain flashed to the side, and several Yulin soldiers rushed in.

The waiter suddenly raised his head, he was surprised to find that there was still a person in the Yulin army, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the person, and was about to speak, the Yulin army who walked in the back glared at him fiercely, his eyes were cold and cruel, the waiter was frightened, his lips trembled, and he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

Here, they don't have any support, even if someone burns the Shouhuang Palace, it will not reach the ears of the Empress Dowager until tomorrow morning, by then, the Shouhuang Palace has already become a scorched earth, not to mention the lives of their inner servants, Yulin Jun killed them, and threw them on the mountain casually, saying that they couldn't think of looking for death, and no one in the palace would come to investigate.

The chamberlain lowered his head and watched the men walk in, and he turned around and ran away.

He is on duty tonight, but when he is on duty, he will have a stomach problem, and he will leave for a while, so let's have a stomach.

Seven people entered proudly, in front of the Zi Palace of the Emperor Daxing, there were four attendants and four palace maids, they burned paper while chanting words, and in the middle, two monks sat cross-legged, they were old and young, the old was the Jueran monk of the Great Xiangguo Temple, and the less was his apprentice Wuqing.

Ever since Emperor Daxing came to Coal Castle Mountain, the monk Jueran and eight other monks have been living here, chanting scriptures for Emperor Daxing, day and night. It's just that from the first nine people singing together, it gradually became a turn-by-turn chant.

It's Jue Ran who is on duty tonight.

Daxiangguo Temple is a royal temple, and the fame of Monk Jueran is not small, several Yulin Jun have obviously seen Monk Jueran a long time ago, and their eyes moved from Jueran to the little monk beside him.

The little monk was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a face like a crown of jade, and a faint bookish atmosphere between his eyebrows.

A Yulin Jun had sharp eyes, he stared at the bald head of the little monk Wuqing, and suddenly asked, "Why didn't you take the ordination?" ”

Wuqing's bald head is as smooth as jade, without the slightest scar.

The monk was still chanting the scriptures, and no matter how these people came in or questioned his disciples, it was like nothingness to him.

The eight chamberlains and palace maids were all startled, they did not dare to raise their heads, and knelt there with their eyebrows lowered.

The little monk Wuqing only came a few days ago, and the nine big monks came to the coal and green mountains for more than half a year, and the abbot selected a few little monks to come, one to learn Zen, and the other to take care of the master.

Wuqing was among several little monks.

He was reticent and barely spoke to anyone else, except for his own master.

Hearing the Yu Linjun ask him, Wuqing slowly turned his head with an indifferent expression: "This temple has rules, you must enter the temple for ten years before you can be ordained, and the little monk is still five years away." ”

That Yu Linjun frowned, Daxiangguo Temple is not an ordinary temple, it has very strict requirements for monks, maybe there are really such temple rules, but now there is no way to test here.

At this moment, the man wearing the hood who had been surrounded in the middle walked out, and he walked past the Yulin army that was protecting him, and came towards the monk Jueran who was still chanting the scriptures.

The eight chamberlains and palace maids were startled, and it was only at this time that they saw that there was another person who had come in with Yulin Jun.

Although Emperor Daxing is dead, this Shouhuang Palace is not allowed to trespass without Yi's decree, otherwise it is a crime of defrauding the king.

But this man not only came in, but also walked calmly.

The chamberlain and the palace maid held their breath, they didn't dare to ask, they didn't even dare to look.

The man walked up to the monk's futon, suddenly lifted his robe and knelt down.

He did not bow three times and bow nine times, but knelt down ordinarily, just like he was kneeling just a member of his own family.

He knelt on the ground and said loudly: "Minister Yang Jincheng has come here to see the driver, and respectfully invite my emperor to see him and fulfill the minister's loyalty and filial piety." ”

How awkward these words sounded, the eight chamberlains and palace maids were all people around the emperor, and they had seen countless courtiers, but it was the first time they had heard someone speak to the emperor like this.

It sounded humble, but there was no half deference in his tone, it was an order, ordering the emperor to come to see him.

I heard that it was Yang Jincheng, there was a palace maid who had the audacity to peek, she had seen Yang Jincheng, the prince of the protector of the country, Yang Shizi was a handsome young man, both civil and military, and there were very few young men who could go in and out of the palace, and the palace maid Huaichun, Yang Jincheng was the person they were carrying in their hearts.

But when she looked at it, she didn't see Yang Jincheng's face.

He still wears a hood, but this hood is different from the usual ones, not only covering his head, but also covering his face, revealing only a pair of eyes that are as cold as cold stars.

With a slight sweep of his eyes, he saw the palace maid who was peeking, and the palace maid only felt an ice arrow shooting at her, so frightened that she hurriedly avoided his gaze, lowered her head, and her thin body trembled.

It was the first time that she saw a chill in Yang Jincheng's eyes.

It turns out that Yang Shizi is not as cold as the spring breeze in March, and he can also be as cold as a knife.

Yang Jincheng's gaze moved away from the palace maid, and he looked at Zigong in front of him again, and he also spoke again, repeating what he had just said.

He wants the emperor to appear, he wants to see the emperor, no, it is the emperor of Daxing.

The hall was silent, and his voice was like a slap in the heart, smashing into the hearts of the eight palace maids.

Emperor Daxing died, and he lay in the coffin.

But someone had seen him before, and some of the eight of them had seen it.

It's just that they don't dare to say that the first people to say about it are already dead, and they are dying silently.

Therefore, they let the matter rot in the stomach, do not say, do not ask.

They never imagined that one day, the noble prince of the protector would suddenly appear here, and he wanted to see the ghost of Emperor Daxing.

The huge coffin did not move at all, no one sat up from the coffin, and no one walked in front of Yang Jincheng.

Yang Jincheng was not in a hurry or impatient, he repeated Fang Cai's words again.

This is the third time.

The maids and chamberlains were trembling, and they were almost suffocating due to nervousness.

Maybe they didn't have the opportunity to go to the imperial tomb to wait for the first emperor, tonight, this Shouhuang Palace is the place where they died.

At this moment, a deep voice sounded: "Lord Yang Shi, the Holy Lord has been in a big way, please mourn." ”