During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Liu Chen didn't hold an umbrella, and let the slow drizzle hit his face.

Rarely, Xu Yuyao took off a red dress today, and like Beigong Fu, she also had a white skirt fluttering, like a holy and noble lotus, in this spring rain filled with Qingming, she followed behind Liu Chen.

Several times, Xu Yuyao couldn't help but want to hold the paper umbrella in her hand over Liu Chen's shoulder, but every time she stepped forward, Beigong Fu grabbed her arm, Liu Chen needed this rain, he really needed it.

For more than ten years, when Emperor Yuanfu was buried in this rolling Bauhinia Mountain, Liu Chen never came to pay respects, not because he didn't want to, but before, the identity of Fancheng Ranger was not enough for him to enter the imperial tomb......

The golden-armored guards in front of the mountain saw Liu Chen's figure from a distance, even if it was drizzling and hazy, they couldn't see Liu Chen's face clearly. His image is so unique that in the entire Eastern Continent, people who can see him will never forget it...... Refreshing short hair, a plain shirt that is washed a little white, and the tall and handsome people of the Liu family in Cangzhou from generation to generation......

People always say that the suffering in the north has created the incomparably strong physique of the northerners, but even Beigong Fu, who grew up in the lonely mountain since he was a child, has to admit that Liu Chen's burly is rare in the world, he is just a human being, as he grows older, when he stands beside the king of Lanling, who has pure barbarian blood, he has not fallen behind at all, the so-called "Cangzhou Liu family, blessed with nature!", is really not groundless.

From Liu Zangbing, to Liu Bai, to Liu Chen, the human race in the post-Chenqiu era was basically dominated by the Cangzhou Liu clan!

"The last will see the king!"

A column of gold-armored guards knelt on one knee, their voices calm and high-pitched.

Liu Chen didn't squint, crossed the crowd with a faint expression, and walked straight up the mountain road...... It's just that when Beigong Fu and Xu Yuyao passed by the team of guards, more than a dozen bottles of Na Yuan Dan appeared neatly but abruptly in everyone's hands.

"Thank you for the reward!"

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This mountain road may be a little old, and the neatly stacked bluestone strips are full of time written everywhere, and those mottled pasts record the history of Great Xia. I can't count how many kings have been sleeping here forever in the past 10,000 years...... If people's souls are still conscious, then these emperors have always stayed quietly on the highest mountain in Chang'an City, overlooking their empire, how many rises and falls, how many honors and disgraces, have been washed away by the wind, frost, rain and snow year after year......

He was not alone along the way, from time to time there were many royal clansmen who stopped and respectfully saluted Liu Chen, although the etiquette was rigorous, but there was not much cordiality, after all, for here, Liu Chen was just an outsider after all, his surname was Liu, not Gongsun.

Passing by the magnificent mausoleum of Emperor Taizu, Liu Chen did not stop, and did not even take a look at the grand scene of the sea of people, he kept his head buried and walked slowly towards the farthest corner without joy or sorrow.

This corner is very quiet, so quiet that even the spring rain seems to be unwilling to stay longer, and the grave bag in the corner is only the size of the flower hall of the general's mansion, the grave bag is very clean around, there are no taboos, there is no grass, some, just a slightly tired old pine, time has passed too long, so long that the old pine is no longer upright, let alone the person in the tomb bag to shelter from the wind and rain.

The sparse pine needles were swayed by the mountain wind, and a little new rain came to the face, wetting the eyes of the visitors......

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation!

After standing still for a long time, Liu Chen slowly squatted down, raised his hand and touched the tombstone with a simple inscription, "Yuanfu Emperor Ji Gongsun Ying" This is all about this tomb......

"My mother hanged herself...... On the day my dad killed herself, she hid in her room...... Three-foot white silk ......"

"To this day, some people still tell me that their union is the biggest mistake of Donglu......" When Beigong Fu and Xu Yuyao stepped forward to light two candles in front of the tombstone, Liu Chen never moved, just stared so quietly, "When I was a child, I felt that she didn't love me enough, and whenever I was alone with her, her eyes were full of too many emotions...... In the General's Mansion in my memory, the two of them rarely communicated......"

"My grandmother once told me that my mother is too soft, and when she was alive, she was always passively accepting all the arrangements, even if she rejected those arrangements, but she didn't say it, as if her existence was never for herself......"

"We have heard too many stories about General Xuanwei and Yue Guogong since I was a child, but none of you know that those praiseworthy beauties make it difficult for me to accept them after all...... Because Gongsun Ying is my mother, these are ignored by everyone in the world!"

"Until now, do you still think that martyrdom is just an ancient legend?" Liu Chen sneered, pinched the stone tablet in front of him with his big hand, his knuckles began to turn white, and his voice began to tremble, "On that day, we should all understand that my mother died of martyrdom, and she even gave up on me for my father......"

"Some love is never spoken...... It has always been in the bottom of my heart and has never been erased...... Even if it is passively accepted, I believe that she is in love with him......"

Standing up, a dazzling light suddenly bloomed on the Sumeru ring in Liu Chen's hand, and the next moment, the old Panasonic was full of white flowers, which were bauhinia, the national flower of Great Xia......

"When we go back to Cangzhou, let's take my mother with us, she is too lonely here...... The Valley of the Hidden Soldiers is her home!"

Liu Chen turned around and left, walking very resolutely, so resolutely that he never looked back and glanced at the old pine......

Qionglin is about to officially get married after the banquet, as daughters-in-law, Beigong Fu and Xu Yuyao guarded the grave of Emperor Yuanfu according to the etiquette, and the years are quiet and peaceful......

......

General's Palace, back garden.

Beigong Fu's "brother" looks a little thin, he only came to Chang'an yesterday, and the first feeling he gave Liu Chen was that it was too ordinary to be remembered, if he was thrown on Suzaku Street, under the crowd, it would really not be able to find it.

However, at this time, he faded from the ordinary, straightened his back, like a sword about to be unsheathed, and the rain in the sky was also swept away by his sharp gaze, and Qi Qi paused, fortunately, there was no one around, otherwise such a strange scene would have to frighten others.

"Why are you here?"

A deep voice came from mid-air, causing the "brother" to raise his eyebrows, and then a playful smile melted on his face.

"Why can't I be here?"

"What happened to me that I had to come all the way to Chang'an?"

"Hell knows!"

"What about Yi'er?" A figure came out of the void, and Liu Bai, who had returned to a middle-aged state, appeared in the garden, only to see him frowning, and couldn't help grinning his teeth, as if it was difficult to accept the current appearance of the person in front of him, "Tsk, I said that you brothers and sisters, the skill of pretending to be ugly is simply disgusting!"

"As a guest, we can't steal the limelight of the host's house, if I am really handsome and break the sky, then you Liu Bai will still exist or ......" (to be continued.) )