On the stone road of Chong'an Mausoleum, there are 300 guards standing neatly on both sides, these guards are dressed in Yulin costumes, their faces are blue and white, and their eyes are blank, like 300 strange stone statues standing on both sides of the road.

Yan Wuyi wrapped He Jingying in front of him with both hands and rode over the stone road.

The Chongling Pagoda built by Xiao Zhaoye stands tall in front of the Chong'an Mausoleum, and under the tower is the altar. The original solemn altar was now a mess, full of muddy footprints, messy wheel prints. Xiao Zilun, Xiao Ziliang, and Xiao Zhaowen were all buried behind the altar.

Several mausoleum keepers slowly walked past the altar with carts loaded with earth. When Yan Wuyi rode over with He Jingying, the mausoleum guards stopped and looked back in the direction they had left. Then he slowly pushed the mud cart over.

The horse's hooves stepped over the altar and walked past the small courtyard where He Jingying and Xiao Lian lived when they guarded the mausoleum, and walked straight down the mountain path to the river. Yan Xiaodao's grave was selected by He Jingying and Xiao Lian, and in the forest near the river, you can just see the scenery under the Chong'an Mausoleum Mountain.

Yan Wuyi took He Jingying to Yan Xiaodao's grave. There are two coffins in front of Yan Xiaodao's grave, and two red candles are placed in front of the coffin, and red silk is also tied. A red-painted coffin with the lid open, and the inside was empty.

Yan Wuyi pointed to the empty coffin: "But it's still with you?" ”

Although she had long known that Yan Wuyi was going to marry her, He Jingying couldn't help but shudder when she really saw these two coffins. It was as if an ice edge rose from the ground and pierced his body, freezing all over his body.

He Jingying subconsciously took a step back, and was grabbed by Yan Wuyi's wrist. Yan Wuyi looked at He Jingying sarcastically: "What? Scared? Isn't that amazing? ”

The setting sun slowly sets at the end of the stream, and the stream dances with golden light. Yan Wuyi said with a smile: "I have to say that the scenery of the place you chose is really good. Feng Shui is not bad either. ”

"Yan Wuyi, you madman!"

Yan Wuyi sneered, "Did you just find out? ”

Yan Wuyi called two people, one left and one right, to press He Jingying. He walked to Yan Xiaodao's coffin by himself, and gently stroked the red lacquered coffin lid with his hand: "Why can't I go crazy?" How good it is to be insane! If it weren't for Tuoba Xian's withdrawal of troops, do you think Uncle Zhou Feng would really be able to capture the capital? Do you think I'm the only one who hates you? I'm just giving these people a chance. ”

Yan Wuyi's eyes suddenly became very gentle again: "Little knife, do you know that there are actually many, many people like us in this world?" Archie just glanced at one more lady before he was stunned. There is also Shigeru, a beggar who almost broke his leg after drinking an extra bowl of porridge in front of the soup kitchen. There are unimaginably many of them. They are all the same as us. But why? Why are some people born in the emperor's family, and we can only be trampled underfoot? ”

Yan Wuyi looked back at He Jingying: "Do you think I'm going to rebel?" It's you people who don't give us a way to live! Yan Xiaodao died for you, what are you doing? You didn't even accept the corpse for her, you let Yan Xiaodao lie in this Chong'an Mausoleum for your rights and your life! You burned the bamboo eup, have you ever thought about what to do with the people in the bamboo eup? Those people were forced to follow Xiao Daoci. After Xiao Daoci's death, no one sympathized with them, some of them were arrested and put into the government, and some of them died by themselves, but did they have a choice? ”

"Of course, Xiao Daoci is not a good person, he is a monster. But do you know why Zhuyi has always been well controlled by Xiao Daoci? Because he is at least willing to give the poor a chance, those who are not clothed and may starve to death in the winter, can at least eat a bowl of rice and save their lives. I made some medicine men and laid down the capital, why is it wrong? If I were the emperor, I would not let these people starve to death or die of cold. ”

He Jingying's eyes dimmed, and she suddenly thought of Xiao Zhaoye, one greedy for pleasure and emptying the treasury, and the other wanting to give all the world's wealth to the poor, it sounds like one is extremely evil and the other is extremely good, but neither is a talent for governing the country. "Do you think the emperor is so easy to be? Do you think it will be so easy for you to spend all your money to help the poor? When the Northern Wei Dynasty went south, broke through the country, and stepped on the Great Qi River and Mountain, when the time came, the people were all over the wilderness, and the war was blazing, how could anyone be alone? How do you save their lives? ”

Yan Wuyi collapsed and said, "Heh! Don't you think these big truths are ridiculous? Who defeated the treasury first? Why can't Great Qi resist the Northern Wei Dynasty? You clansmen fought for power and lost the battle. The faint king is in charge, and the people are served. In order to deal with a king of Nanjun, King Jin'an forced how many people in the palace to death? How innocent are these people? Have you ever given these people an explanation? How many people have died in the palace after repeated palace changes? Where did these dead go? Stop in my village and wait for my family to claim it! Those who didn't claim it were thrown to mass graves! ”

A trace of blood red appeared in Yan Wuji's eyes: "I have seen the families of those people, they are all poor, they have done hard labor all their lives, and they thought they could eat with their mouths but gave their lives!" What kind of governance are you talking to me about?! ”

Although He Jingying also mixed in the poor pile, she grew up watching these deceitful and intriguing. She doesn't hate the poor, and she doesn't despise the people at the bottom of society, but Yan Wuji sees these things that she doesn't understand. For a while, he was powerless to refute Yan Wuyi's words.

He Jingying thought that the darkness she was facing, and the side she stood on was justice, but sometimes the world was not black and white. Yan Wuyi was not wrong, if it weren't for the reckless use of force, how could the people be displaced. If it weren't for the royal family's defection, how could the capital be in a sea of fire.

Yan Wuyi sneered: "I just gave these people a chance to resist, and the blood debt must be repaid." Yan Wuyi stroked Yan Xiaodao's coffin: "Hate must have a head." I have to do something. ”

"Qiang" There was the sound of a soldier at the foot of the mountain.

He Jingying's heart moved, and she suddenly raised her head and looked down the mountain, but she couldn't see anything in the night.

"A-Ying!"

A roar came from down the mountain.

He Jingying's whole person trembled: "Xiao Lian? ”

Xiao Lian not only didn't leave, but also found here?

"Xiao Lian!"

Yan Wuyi grabbed He Jingying's neck: "What are you shouting?!" ”

Yan Wuyi lifted He Jingying by the neck and lifted her up. He Jingying's feet kicked wildly in the air. Yan Wuyi sneered: "I've waited so long, I've hated for so long, you have to let me finish my revenge!" ”

Xiao Lian!

I'd like to take one last look at you!