Outside the Forbidden City, there are dragons and stones on Zhongshan, and the tomb of Jiang, the hero Sun Quan of the Three Kingdoms, and the Yangtze River is far away.

There are many ruins of Buddhist temples in the former dynasty on the top of the mountain, especially during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, when Xiaoliang of the Southern Dynasties believed in Buddhism, built temples along Zijin Mountain, with great momentum and wealth. They were either on the top of the mountain or by the stream, with beautiful carved beams and painted roofs.

Even though weeds are already covered with desolate grass, you can feel a little shocked from the past when you are in it.

"I think Emperor Wu of Liang is a hero of his generation, but in his later years he did not cultivate virtue, he actually favored Buddhism! Humph, is it useful to believe this? He believed it for a lifetime and worshipped it for a lifetime. He wished he would give it to the Buddha all the benefits of the world, but what in the end?"

"Let your son starve to death! At that time, which Buddha bird did he have? Is there any use to pray to God and worship Buddha? Is it a bird to fool myself!"

On the rugged road in the mountains, the old man walked slowly with the support of the eunuch, his eyes falling on the stone carvings hidden among the plants and trees in the mountains, and he felt a sense of emotion.

"Your Majesty, please wait!" Park Bushen whispered, holding the old man's arm.

The old man looked at him and said gently, "You are old too. It's hard to walk this mountain road by yourself. Why are you helping us? Let the young people come here!"

"I can't bear to give it to others like this!" Park Bucheng said with a smile.

"That's right!" The old man nodded with a smile, "If you want to help us in the future, you may not have many chances!"

The group slowly climbed to the top of the mountain.

The eunuchs who followed quickly arranged tables and chairs on the mountain, hot tea, and lay down screens and hang felt blankets to block the wind.

"Don't hang those troubles, blocking us from seeing the scenery!" The old man did not sit down, and did not let someone hang a felt blanket that blocked the wind. He leaned forward slightly with his hands behind his back and looked at his wish.

"Over there!" The old man pointed to the northern foot of the mountains, "We and the Queen's tomb are there, right?"

Park Bushen squinted his eyes and looked at him, "Go back to the emperor, that's right!"

The old man continued to look carefully, looking at the surrounding mountains and scenery, with a little joy on his face, "We have never seen this well before, where we buried ourselves!" As he said, he laughed, "Don't say, there is a back, a cover on the top, and a block on the front. It's really a good place to be surrounded by mountains and rivers!"

Others dare not touch on this!

Since ancient times, there are no good places for royal tombs?

"Who can choose this?" The old man turned his head and thought for a while, "Oh, the place Liu Bowen chose back then. We told him at the beginning that it was just a place where people were buried, so how could there be so many things to pay attention to?"

"When we were fighting in the world, we saw countless tombs of the emperors of the previous dynasty. The Tang Dynasty of the Song Dynasty, and the Southern Tang and Five Dynasties saw many. No matter how good the place you chose and how good the establishment was, in the end, people were stripped of them and took out all the bones?"

"How can there be an immortal dynasty in the world!"

People around you dare not answer these words.

"We remember that Liu Bowen told us at that time, Your Majesty, no one dared to touch your tomb with your achievements in expelling the Tartars and rebuilding China!"

"Haha!" At this point, the old man smiled happily, "When people get old, they always think about this afterlife, and we can't avoid the vulgarity. However, we have thought about it. After death, we will not be able to make up the funeral of gold and silver, and will not be missed. Just simply, let us, the queen and the prince lie down safely!"

Then, he stretched his head to look into the distance, pointed to the tall stone beasts and stone tablets in the distant forest, and on the slopes of the mountains, and asked, "That's it?"

"There are all the tombs of heroes over there!" Park Bucheng whispered, "They are all the heroes who were buried on the side of Zhongshan!"

"Oh!" The old man nodded slightly, "Zhongshan King Xu Da, Kaiping King Chang Yuchun, Qiyang King Li Wenzhong, Jiang Guo Guo Duke Wu Liang, Hai Guo Duke Wu Zhen, Wan Guo Duke Qiu Cheng, Qianning King Muying, Gong Chang Marquis Guo Xing,..." As he thought, the expression on his face became gentle again, "All of us were good brothers back then, and there will be someone to talk to us underground in the future!"

When he said this, he suddenly burst into laughter, "Haha, even if the King of Hell is going to find our troubles, he has to think about it with us brothers!"

The mountain top was filled with the old man's laughter.

"A few days ago!" The old man continued to speak, "Our grandson asked, if the emperor's grandfather was Fu Youde, Duke of Yingguo, could he be buried in Zhongshan and guarding the imperial tomb?"

"We have been thinking for a long time!" The old man frowned slightly, "Forget it! Although Fu Youde has made contributions to the country, he is not from Huaixi after all. Well, there is still a layer of separation!"

Speaking of this, the old man's sex suddenly disappeared. He slowly turned around and walked to the other side, overlooking Yingtian City.

Yingtian Prefecture is full of eyes, and the pavilions and buildings are chaotic in sight. The most conspicuous one is the Ming Dynasty Heroes Temple with monuments erected.

At this moment, a grand ceremony was being held in the temple to commemorate the soldiers who died in battle, and waves of incense and smoke were vaguely visible.

Suddenly, the old man spoke in a silence, "You said, others dare not touch our graves, do you dare to touch those monuments with their names engraved!"

There was a quiet place around and no one dared to speak.

The old man looked over there and sat down slowly, "Was that man also returned to Beijing with Li Jinglong and the others?"

Park Bucheng didn't say anything and hooked up behind him.

A man with a green eye slowly walked forward, "Original, yes! That man has returned to Beijing together!"

"I heard that he is very ill?" the old man asked again.

"The doctor who has seen him said that he is already terminally ill. In other words, Lan Yu has a hard body, so it would be impossible for someone else!" The green-eyed man whispered.

"Oh!" The old man agreed and did not speak anymore.

The green-eyed man secretly looked at the old man's face and hesitated, "If you don't like it and don't want him to be disgusted, will you deal with it?"

"Hey!" The old man grinned and hooked his hands.

The standing blue-eyed man stepped forward and bowed humbly.

"Why are you going to help us make a decision?" The old man laughed and scolded non-seriously, but directly picked up the teapot on the table and hit the other person's head with a click.

The green-eyed man's burly body did not move, allowing the fragments of the porcelain and the hot tea to drip along his neck.

"I deserve to die!" the green-eyed man apologized.

"Park is not successful, please remember the file!" the old man whispered.

Park Bushen stepped forward and knelt down and listened.

"If Lan Xiaoer dies in front of us, we will be buried in Zhongshan. Well, lean on the side of Biaoer! If he dies behind us, we will not allow it!"

"Yes!" Park Bucheng whispered.

The old man waved his hand, as if he was a little tired, and the eunuchs around him knelt down and retreated.

The man in green did not leave, but knelt in front of the old man.

Then, the man took out a stacked document from his sleeve and whispered, "The things in this war in the Northern Xinjiang are all on this. It is about King Jin... King Yan...." As he said, he quickly explained, "It was all sent by secretly. The mud seal on it has not been opened yet, and no one has seen it!"

"I understand!" the old man said lightly, "Tear!"

"Ah?" The green-eyed man was stunned.

"Yes!" The old man's eyes were half open.

The green-eyed man quickly tore the documents in his hand and threw them directly into the charcoal basin beside him.

When the wind blows, the unburned ashes fly with the wind, with handwriting on it.

The old man sighed slightly, "From the future, it depends on his own luck! Our eldest grandson can tolerate it, and if we can't tolerate it, we can't always get involved in their affairs when the child grows up."
Chapter completed!