After sending Lin Zongtang away, Ji Chengche asked Qiu Ying to go to the national prison and ask for leave from Yan Jinshi, planning to steal half a day of leisure and rest at home for two days.

But he soon realized how stupid his decision was. Knowing that His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince was attacked yesterday and had to be bedridden to recuperate today, there was an endless stream of officials of all sizes in the capital who came to visit him, and even Tianchi Zhenren, the master of Tiandu Temple, sent his disciples to deliver medicine.

Ji Chengche couldn't help but see him at first, but soon he was annoyed and simply closed the door to thank the guests.

He closed the door tightly and didn't listen to what was going on outside the window, but he didn't know that all kinds of discussions outside followed, and Shanglin Yuan seemed to have become the center of the topic in Tiandu City.

What sparked everyone's discussion this time was not his battle with the Heavenly Taoist Sect, nor because of the grievances with the two imperial brothers, nor because of the fact that there was a big battle in the forbidden land in Shanglin Yuan last night, but the painting written by Ji Chengche in Chongwen Hall spread all over the streets and alleys of Tiandu City overnight, attracting countless scholars and literati to spread and read.

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations!"

These twenty-two words were first praised by Zhao Yishan, the prime minister who was known as the leader of the Han literary world, and then those Qingliu who were picky and arrogant were also convinced and applauded, and rushed to Guozijian to see Ji Cheng's ink.

For a time, there was a sensation in Beijing, and I don't know who started it, and the officials and celebrities in the government and the opposition expressed their opinions around the twenty-two words, and wrote a splendid chapter for their annotations.

In the restaurant near Shanglin Yuan, in the neighborhood, next to the well, and in the tea shop, many well-intentioned people appeared one after another, and they stayed just to find an opportunity to see Ji Cheng's true face with their own eyes.

In the evening, the spring rain continued, and Emperor Ji Tianquan of Longwu Bai Arowana quietly entered Shanglin Yuan from the side door with a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with delicate and gentle eyes.

This young man is Ji Chengying, the son of the Nine Emperors, because Ji Chengche left Tiandu City to seek medical treatment in the Northern Wilderness when he was seven years old, so the two did not have much contact, and Ji Chengche was not impressed by this younger brother.

Seeing his father and emperor coming with Ji Chengying, Ji Chengche was slightly surprised, but he didn't say much.

Ji Tianquan said: "Let's go, go and see your mother, just the three of us." ”

"Good. Ji Chengche instructed Ma Zhu'er to take incense candles and burn paper, and the three figures of father and son went to the back door of Shanglin Yuan.

Princess Lingxi's mausoleum is located in the back mountain of Shanglin Yuan, which is a feng shui treasure site personally selected by Ji Tianquan and the future imperial tomb.

After more than ten years of operation, the imperial mausoleum has begun to see the scale, and a Shinto road made of white marble leads directly from the foot of the mountain to the cemetery.

The stone Weng Zhong on both sides of the cemetery stands silently on both sides of the Shinto, there are elephants, lions, pigs, unicorns, camels, tigers, sheep, horses and other animals, as well as human-shaped stone statues, the forms are different and lifelike.

The three of them walked up the stairs without holding an umbrella and walked slowly towards the imperial tomb.

Ji Tianquan asked, "Xiaoba, the last time I brought you here was almost ten years ago, right?"

"Nine years, eight months and six days. Ji Chengche replied, "It was after that time that you decided to send me to the Northern Wilderness to find the Holy Dragon. ”

"It's so fast," Ji Tianquan said with emotion: "In a blink of an eye, you came back alive, and your size surpassed Lao Tzu." But why do I always feel like you've never left?"

Ji Cheng looked at the lush pines and cypresses all over the mountains, soaked in the rain and mist, and said, "Thank you, father." ”

"Thank you for what?" Ji Tianquan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Silly boy, Lingxi is your mother, but she is also my wife. ”

Ji Tianquan walked to the gatehouse of the imperial mausoleum, and the guards on both sides knelt down to greet him.

He waved his hand for the guards to stand up and excuse themselves, and then said, "During your absence, I have been here many times. First, to check the progress of the imperial tomb, and secondly, to sit in front of your mother's tomb for a while. ”

He turned his eyes to look at Ji Chengying, who was silent, and said, "Xiao Jiu's mother also left a few years ago, and I buried her on the right side of your mother's mausoleum, just to take a look together." ”

Ji Chengche now knew why Ji Tianquan would bring Ji Chengying, and said in surprise: "Mrs. Qing also passed away?"

Ji Chengying's mother Juan Qinglan is a woman from a small family, and when she entered the palace in the draft, she happened to attract Ji Tianquan's attention because she looked quite like Princess Lingxi, and then was summoned by Emperor Longwu to be promoted year after year, and gave birth to a son who is now Ji Chengying.

I didn't want to lose my life, so I left my son before I was thirty years old.

Ji Tianquan nodded and said, "Xiao Jiu is now studying in Guozijian, and after two years, I want him to worship Zhao Yishan as a teacher to learn how to govern the country." It's a pity that he has been weak and sick since he was a child, and he can't go to the army to practice, so he can only follow Lao Tzu all day long. In the future, you two brothers should be closer. ”

Hearing this, Ji Chengying respectfully bowed to Ji Chengche and saluted, "Starling, I've bothered you." ”

There was a gentle smile on the corner of his lips when he spoke, which made people feel like a spring breeze, and compared with Ji Chengqing's other brothers, he looked like a weak scholar.

Ji Chengche smiled and said, "I'm barely a few years older than you, why be polite?"

Ji Tianquan said: "Boy, do you remember something? I promised you that I would give the Heavenly Dao Palace a great surprise, and tomorrow, it will be announced to the world." ”

He crossed the Jinshui Bridge and the Chongsheng Gate, which was still under construction, and said slowly: "My seven sons, who have reached the age of eighteen, will all be crowned kings, and each will be given 10,000 households!"

Ji Cheng's footsteps froze, and he looked at Ji Tianquan in astonishment.

Ji Tianquan showed a smug smile on his face, "Let them fight, let them rob, see who can guess Lao Tzu's mind?!"

Ji Chengying said: "Father, you don't need to worry about the prosperity of the Spring and Autumn Period. ”

Ji Chengqing's heart moved slightly when he heard this, and he began to reassess Ji Chengying's position in Ji Tianquan's mind.

Sure enough, Ji Tianquan smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry, but someone is in a hurry." Xiao Ba, Xiao Jiu, you two take a good look, I don't believe in the country that Lao Tzu has built with his own hands, who else can make it change the sky!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he snorted in his nose: "Yesterday, Tianchi Zhenren saw me, saying that Tiandu Guan was preparing to hold the largest Zhaijiao ceremony since the founding of the country, praying for the country and seeking blessings for the people. Fuck me!"

"It's just that Lao Tzu wants to endure it, and he actually wants to clarify and lead hundreds of civil and military officials to recite prayers, and let Zhao Yishan, Yan Qingwei and Sun Siren follow behind this vertical ass. Hehe, it seems that you weren't ruthless enough that day, and you didn't learn enough lessons. ”

Ji Chengche suddenly realized that the reason why his father suddenly came to the cemetery tonight to worship was because he was under pressure from the Heavenly Taoism, so that he was depressed and went out to relax.

But he didn't let other important ministers and princes follow, and only taught himself and Ji Chengying to accompany him, which meant intriguing.

As for the division of the Seven Kings, on the surface, it seemed that he was succumbing to the pressure of the Heavenly Dao Sect, but in fact, he dissolved the temptation of Tianchi Zhenren without a trace.

It is necessary to know that once the princes are crowned kings, their status will be immediately improved, and they will officially override the important ministers in the court.

At that time, the Jiao Festival will be held, and the seven princes will naturally be ranked before the hundred officials, although they will still be sorted by age, but it will also break the trend of Ji Qingqing leading alone.

Ji Chengying said softly: "Father, eldest brother...... Not necessarily that mind. ”

Ji Tianquan shook his head and said, "Xiao Jiu, you don't understand." When Lao Tzu was herding sheep, he just wanted his stomach to be full, and now he is also an emperor?"

The father and son came to the mausoleum of Princess Lingxi, and the rain gradually became heavier.

Several imperial tomb guards rushed over with umbrellas, wanting to shelter the father and son from the rain. Ji Tianquan waved his hand and repulsed, and scolded: "Lao Tzu marched 300 miles in one night against hail, and took Qingyang County in the morning, this little rain is a bird?"

Ji Chengche put the sacrifices he brought, and said in a low voice: "Father, have you been here in the past two days?"

Looking at Ji Cheng's clear gaze, there was a wreath made of obsidian flowers in front of Princess Lingxi's mausoleum, and the purple flowers looked extremely delicate and beautiful in the rain.

Ji Tianquan's face suddenly became gloomy and terrifying, and he slapped three times in a row.

A gray-haired eunuch appeared from behind the Sensen Cooper and saluted, "Your Majesty." ”

Ji Tianquan stared at the obsidian wreath and said, "Send all the guards guarding this mausoleum to the desert and do ten years of hard labor if you are pardoned." ”

"Yes. The white-haired eunuch bowed to Ji Tianquan to receive the order, and his figure quickly disappeared.

Ji Chengche frowned, he clearly felt Ji Tianquan's anger from the bottom of his heart, and the strangeness should be on this wreath.

Who sent this special wreath to his mother, and why did his father dislike that person, and vented his anger on those unlucky tomb guards.

Who is that person, perhaps, a friend of my mother's former life?

Ji Chengche gave the incense candle to Ji Tianquan while thinking silently, Ji Tianquan took the incense, his eyes were still staring at the Ziyao wreath viciously, as if he was restraining himself strongly, so as not to tear it to pieces.

Finally, he forcibly shifted his gaze to the tall white jade tombstone, and looked at the cold words on the tablet revealing a touch of sentimentality.

The founding emperor of the Han Dynasty, known as "under the two saints, I am the saint", had a rare trace of tenderness on his face, silently lit the incense candles, and slowly bowed to the tombstone, his movements were extremely gentle and careful, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping people in the mausoleum.

Ji Chengche knelt on her knees behind her father, holding up the burning incense candle and bowing to her mother.

The knock on his forehead rattled on the cold, hard granite, like a knock on the door of a mausoleum.

Unfortunately, the mausoleum was silent, and there was no response.

Ji Cheng's eyes were red, he didn't have his mother's face in his memory, all the impressions came from the portraits hanging in the palace and the legends of the old palace people, but they were always vaguely blurred, some strange and some separated.

But just yesterday, when he listened to Qiu Hangju reciting the forty-six unilateral sheets, he suddenly found that his mother's heart was so close to him.

It seems that the mother and son have passed through the shackles of time and space, because the prescriptions have been exchanged in the pulse and pulse for a dialogue that is sixteen years late.

Thinking of this, Ji Chengche couldn't help but raise his face, but he didn't know whether it was rain or tears flowing on his face? (83 Chinese .com.)