Jiang Shaoheng also changed out of his bloody clothes, and now he is wearing a purple robe, with silver silk threads embroidered on the robe, shining, the Yue family sets off his gentle and handsome face, his black hair is pulled up, and a white jade hairpin is inserted. The years slipped past his jade-carved face, as if there was no trace left, but Jiang Shaoheng in the past, his appearance was originally exquisite, but it became softer, and the years added wrinkles to the corners of his eyes, dyed the hair between his sideburns, but added a bit of maturity.

"Huaizhen, since you're back, it's better to have a glass of wine together."

Jian Huaizhen nodded slightly, and at this time, Nangong Jiuzhong hurriedly came, with a worried face.

Jian Huaizhen was slightly stunned, and already felt that something big had happened. Seeing Nangong Jiuju getting closer and closer, she felt a little uneasy in her heart.

The heavy rain was falling, just like the Ming Dynasty, the wind and rain.

At the same time, Yingzong's secret envoy also brought the same news to inform Yingzong.

It turned out that in front of the Ming Tomb in Nanjing, a white-haired old woman in black who couldn't tell her age scolded the heavens. This old woman in black challenged the dignity of the Ming Dynasty so much, and the scolding in her mouth not only insulted the current saint, but also involved Zhu Yuanzhang, the founder of the Ming Dynasty.

The official institutions of the Ming Dynasty are extremely bloated, and if this matter is delivered by the local government, when the letter is delivered, I don't know what year and month it will be. The one who told Yingzong the news was an undercover agent sent by Yingzong to all parts of the country.

Yingzong slapped the table angrily, and said in his heart: Ignorant and foolish, reckless in the rivers and lakes, not understanding the affairs of the court, only knowing what he sees in front of him and hears in his ears. Yingzong's chest slowly rose and fell, yes, Yu Qian was indeed a loyal minister, and he also promised Jian Huaizhen that he would rebel for Yu Qian. But from beginning to end, he didn't feel that killing Yu Qian was a wrong decision.

Yingzong's anger slowly calmed down, and he finally calmed down the evil feelings of the imperial aunt and grandmother Jian Huaizhen towards him. It is not a good thing that those Jianghu people are hostile to the imperial court. His imperial aunt and grandmother Jian Huaizhen is a strange woman, with Jian Huaizhen here, there will be no organization to rebel against the imperial court in the rivers and lakes. This old woman in black is probably just an old folk woman who is upset about Yu Qian's death.

He summoned the commander of the guards: "Yun Xinu, you come in!" ”

Yun Xinu is Yingzong's confidant, and his martial arts are also very good, Yingzong thinks that if he goes, he will definitely be able to solve this matter. He threw the secret report on the ground, Yun Xinu was sincerely afraid, picked it up and swept it slightly, and his face suddenly showed anger: "This person is so bold." ”

Yingzong instructed: "I want to go to Nanjing in person. It doesn't matter if this old woman is a woman from a mountain village or someone else. I took this opportunity to calm the anger of the people in the world. ”

Yun Xinu said respectfully: "What the emperor said is very true. ”

In Huaiming Garden, Jian Huaizhen's face changed slightly, she had always been calm, if it weren't for the fact that this news was too shocking, she wouldn't have shown such an expression. She shuddered and asked, "Is this already decided?" ”

Nangong Jiuzhong's face was solemn and nodded: "Yes, if it is correct, that old-timer should be Chu Liuyan Chu's senior." ”

"Mother-in-law...... Is she still alive? If she were still alive, she would be more than a hundred years old. Jian Huaizhen was stunned. Xu Da has been dead for more than 70 years, and Chu Liuyan is hesitating in the world alone, how can he really be embarrassed? She once swore that she would never pay attention to the affairs of the Ming Dynasty again in this life, but now she is abusing in front of the tomb of her imperial grandfather Zhu Yuanzhang, which shows that she is already extremely sad and angry in her heart.

Jian Huaizhen decided to go to Nanjing in person.

*****

The heavy rain poured down, and the fierce voice of the old woman in black echoed in the Ming Xiaoling: "Zhu Yuanzhang, you are ruthless and unjust, killing Zhongliang, and your descendants are like you, vicious and killing Zhongliang." This Ming Dynasty, I hate to live and can't see its downfall. As soon as Yu Qian died, there were no more loyal ministers in the Ming Dynasty! ”

A flash of lightning illuminated the heavens and the earth in an instant, and also illuminated the figure of this old woman, the wrinkles on her face were layered, her long hair was snow-white, her dry hands were on crutches, and only a pair of eyes were still beautiful and sharp.

No one could have imagined that the person in front of him would be Chu Liuyan, the Chu Liuyan who made Zhu Yuanzhang, Xu Da, Chen Youliang and Liu Bowen love at the same time, and Chu Liuyan, who once strategized and won thousands of miles away, and made immortal contributions to Zhu Yuanzhang's Ming foundation. Everyone around her has died one after another, and she is already old and gray-haired.

The lightning flashed, the heavens and the earth sank into darkness again, followed by the rumbling thunder, and Chu Liuyan's curse continued: "You killed Yu Qian, killed the last loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty, this Ming Dynasty, which buried the blood of thousands of brothers, will be destroyed in the hands of your descendants sooner or later." ”

In the dim darkness, the heavy rain was blown by the wind, and the rain splashed and danced, all hitting the old woman's crippled body. The rumbling of lightning and thunder couldn't be stopped, and Chu Liuyan's tears welled up.

The people of the past appeared in her mind one by one. This Ming Dynasty was laid down by her and her brothers with the help of Zhu Yuanzhang. However, these people were all killed by Zhu Yuanzhang, and every year on the sacrifice day, she would go to the grave to put a pillar of incense, but gradually, no one accompanied her.

A fierce anger spread to Chu Liuyan's body again, and the crutches in his hand slammed the ground fiercely, making a huge sound, and a big pit came out in response. At the same time, a bolt of lightning struck a nearby tree, and the heavenly fire ignited the tree and crackled.

It's just that the shadows of the past still keep appearing in front of Chu Liuyan's eyes, reminding her of the past. Those legendary characters once existed alive by her side, and she watched these people bleed, fighting bloodily and charging into battle for the emergence of a peaceful and prosperous era. She thought about Xu Da's eyes before he died, and in the end, although so many years had passed, she still remembered it deeply.

For the Ming Dynasty, just like for Zhu Yuanzhang, love and hate are mixed.

The new emperor Yingzong, knowing that Yu Qian was a loyal minister of the country and the people, killed Yu Qian. Even if Yu Qian supported Emperor Jing, he was just supporting Sheji. Yingzong hated him and got rid of him, but only for his own selfishness.

Chu Liuyan thought of Yu Qian's death, and in a trance remembered the old things that Zhu Yuanzhang had done to kill his loyalty.

Chu Liuyan said sharply: "Zhu Yuanzhang, you can see now what the Ming Dynasty looks like in the hands of your descendants." Do you know that in another hundred years, this great country will fall into the hands of others. Your children and grandchildren are cut off, the sacrifice is not guaranteed, you work hard, you are conscientious, and you care most about everything being wiped out! ”

Zhu Yuanzhang has a spirit after his death, but he is afraid that he will not be able to live in peace. If he heard Chu Liuyan's words, he would definitely not know how to feel in his heart.

In his life, what he cared about the most was Jiangshan Sheji, and he only wanted to prevent others from diluting his rights, so he killed all the heroes who founded the country. But I don't want him to die only a hundred years later, the power of the Ming Dynasty is gradually declining, and the Tatars on the border show off their might, and even the emperor has been captured.

It's just that Chu Liuyan didn't have half a bit of happiness in his heart. She looked at the sky and suddenly said, "Why! ”

Why did she hate what Zhu Yuanzhang did, but she never retaliated, why did she swear not to do her part for the Ming Dynasty, but she was worried about it?

She also thought of the little girl she saved, Jian Huaizhen, who was Zhu Di's daughter and the granddaughter of Zhu Yuanzhang's relatives. When she was six years old, she was taken to Fengpingju to ask her apprentice Long Yuping for help. She looked at the little girl's bright eyes, and couldn't help but help.

She didn't know that at this moment, the little girl in the past, and now half a hundred women, were hurrying to Xiaoling.

"Mother-in-law-" In the wind and rain, Jian Huaizhen was hoarse. Just like back then, it is no longer like the legendary woman standing in front of her, her heart is full of warmth, calm and beautiful white lotus.

"Zhen'er......" Chu Liuyan muttered to herself, and in a trance, she seemed to hear the little girl in the past calling her.

At this time, Xu Da's figure suddenly appeared in front of her. He is still upright, and his eyebrows are as clear as they were back then.

"Brother Xu—" she called softly.

Suddenly, her body slowly fell, and she could no longer distinguish between the love and hate in her heart, only falling on the land of the Ming Dynasty, which was entangled with her love and hate.

"Grandma Patriarch—" Jian Huaizhen's voice was close to her ears, but she couldn't hear it anymore.

She's dead. Died before the Ming Tomb.

There was a boom of lightning, illuminating the faces of Jian Huaizhen and Jiang Shaoheng.

Jian Huaizhen knelt on the ground for a long time, kowtowed respectfully, and let the rain wet the hem of her clothes. The rain hit her cheeks, and the cold rain hid the tears on her face.

Chu Liuyan's angry scolding was a question to the Ming Dynasty. Her death, like a death knell, sounded faintly, covering up the glory of the prosperous era, and the entire Ming Dynasty was like a cloud in the waning mountains, slowly declining.

In front of the mausoleum of Sen Leng, a trace of the soul is gone, and there is no trace to be found.

The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches.