He thought, no wonder the Queen Mother chose this place and left the ancestors of the Northern Kingdom far away. People like her should not be buried in the same place with the monarchs and ministers of the Northern Kingdom.
In fact, after living with the Queen Mother for so many years, he always thought that the Queen Mother and a group of civil and military ministers were completely free. She was not like the Xianbei people or the Han people. She was self-contained in both her living habits and her style.
Integrated.
In the past, Tuoba Hong thought it was because she was too strong in her bones. Now she realized that she was because she hated, hated the struggle for imperial power, hated endless intrigues, court, harem, relatives... as long as you are in this position
, you are destined to pay such a price.
Just like the tragedy of son killing his father in the northern country, he never escaped. Xun'er was still a teenager. Before he even grew up, he could raise the banner of killing his father high, or act as a person who usurped power.
The tool of regicide!
His heart was cut like a knife, looking into the distance, there was no joy of victory at all, but he felt extremely sad.
Everyone says that the emperor is very good, three palaces and six courtyards, one post, three ladies, nine concubines, two seventh wife, eighty wife, and 121 people... On the surface, so many beauties are simply a man's dream
Extreme.
But who knows that almost half of the people here are political marriages? For various considerations, marriages with various tribes and clans, marriages for civil and military ministers, the emperor has no family affairs, and any choice of concubines and queens
, it all involves the nerves of all officials in the court. The harem is actually no different from the court. The struggle is even better than the party. If there were not so many wives, would all this be harmonious?
Much?
The weather is heavy, the winter is short, and it looks like dusk just after afternoon. He heard the song of a shepherd boy from a distance at the foot of the mountain. In this weather, the shepherd boy was riding an old ox and walking slowly in the square mountain.
Halfway up the mountain, there was a green bamboo forest where he cut down the tender leaves of the bamboo to feed the old cows.
The shepherd boy was lazy and seemed unwilling to work. He let the cow go freely, letting the cow moo by himself, stretching his neck to eat bamboo leaves. However, he himself leaned against a bush of bamboo forest, lazily picking one.