Emperor Hongwen slowly went up the mountain and stopped far away. The towering tombstone in front was not as majestic and majestic as it was. Compared with the ancestors of the northern country, it even seemed a little shabby.
However, he felt a sense of oppression.
As soon as I got closer, I felt that breathing was a bit difficult.
But it could not stop the leaping and anxiousness in his heart. It was a surge of emotions, like a flood that opened the gate, and nothing could be stopped.
He stepped forward quickly.
Wei Chen, who was waiting in the dark, came up respectfully: "Your Majesty, it's late at night and it's cold on the mountain. You should go to bed early."
"Wei Chen, you and everyone retreat!"
Wei Chen felt nervous. Emperor Hongwen had never been so cautious; especially his eyes and tone, as if he was about to burn.
However, it is difficult to violate your order.
Moreover, he could tell the color of the sound and see the figures shaking under the moonlight at the foot of the mountain.
That was the personal guard of the prince's mansion in the past and the imperial guards of Emperor Hongwen today.
These people were truly loyal to Emperor Hongwen, and even Zhang Jie, the former commander of the Imperial Guard, was three points inferior.
Once the emperor and the ministers, Wei Chen retreated.
The gray-clothed soldiers on the hillside also evacuated to a reasonable area.
There was only Emperor Hongwen around, and he was sure that there was no trace of anyone who could eavesdrop on the radius of hundreds of feet.
Incense candles, money paper.
Gold and Yuan, silver treasure, paper man, paper horse, and all kinds of memorials to the deceased.
Very rich tribute.
Vegetables, fruits, flowers, and various cattle, sheep and livestock emit a strong fragrance in the night fog. When the wind blows, it gets cold and the fragrance freezes.
But the money paper burned very vigorously, and while the fire was on the rise, the flames kept beating.
Emperor Hongwen knelt down, kneeled in front of the tombstone, and pulled strings of paper horses with his own hands and threw them into the fire. I don’t know if it was because of the heat or the fire. In his ears, the sound of plucking and plucking, the ingots cracked open, and a burst of ingots