Chapter 73: Standing Monument
Su Yue's face was cold. He closed the coffin lid, carried the whole coffin on his shoulder, and walked towards Linzi City step by step.
Qi'er looked at him worriedly and followed him.
Su Tiegong lost his mind for a while, but did not take this opportunity to escape. Instead, he stepped forward in three and two steps and said.
"Su Yue, let me help you carry the coffin."
Su Yue stood up and spit out a word coldly.
"Get out!"
After saying that, without looking at Su Tiegong, he walked forward. The latter felt a pain in his heart, but he smiled miserably and continued to follow.
The noise in Linzi City is not over yet. This is the time when people's hearts fluctuate. However, when the man carrying the coffin walked into the city, everything was silent without any sound.
In one night, Zhao Yingxue actually had a bit of emperor's temperament. She came forward with a dragon chaise and asked.
"What's the matter?"
The tone seemed a little astringent, but there was still a strong concern, because she saw Su Yue's ugly face.
"I'm going to bury my mother in the imperial mausoleum."
Su Yue said lightly.
In addition to the royal family, who else is qualified to be buried in the imperial mausoleum?
If the imperial city is the most noble place in the world, then the imperial mausoleum is the most glorious destination after death. Su Yue's request is undoubtedly disrespectful and unreasonable. However, there is no objection from the civil and military officials to the guards of the imperial army, because in their hearts, Su Yue is not the emperor, but it is thousands of times more authoritative than the emperor!
Zhao Yingxue naturally would not refuse, so she said.
"Good."
When the words fell, her eyes subconsciously looked at Su Yue's chin behind her, and her pupils suddenly shrank.
If Zhao Yingxue is stunning and enchanting, then she is a fairy who comes down to the earth and is extremely beautiful. The former is obviously much inferior to the latter. Not to mention men, even women will have different thoughts when they see their cheeks. At this moment, Zhao Yingxue is pale and mutters.
"It turns out that he has such a confidant. No wonder he looks down on my willow posture..."
His voice was small, full of sadness and despair. Su Yue was in a state of mind at this moment and didn't hear it. The only thing he heard was Qi'er. The corners of his mouth trembled, but he thought about it and came forward.
"Hello, my name is Qi'er."
"Hello, my name is Zhao Yingxue."
After a short communication, Qi'er stretched out her hand and held it together with Zhao Yingxue, who was still a little distracted.
"Ah!"
Zhao Yingxue exclaimed, but her face changed greatly.
"Your Majesty, what's the matter?"
Everyone was shocked and hurriedly asked. Even Su Yue looked at the two suspiciously.
However, Zhao Yingxue shook her head and said.
"It's okay."
He took back his little hand and said.
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye..."
After the two women said goodbye, Su Yue walked towards the imperial mausoleum, and Qi'er naturally followed.
However, Zhao Yingxue clenched her fist tightly. After a long time, she spread out her palm and found that her palm was white and tender without any flaws. She immediately breathed a sigh of relief. There was a complex light in his eyes, because at the time of the handshake just now, it seemed that something pierced her palm. The sharp pain at that moment even made her feel that her palm had been pierced before she let out an exclamation, but in a flash, she felt a warm airflow wrapping her palm, and the severe pain The feeling disappears quickly, as if in a dream.
She will not think that this fairy-like woman wants to harm her, just as she unconditionally believes in Su Yue. At this moment, it really responds to her conjecture, because just after the pain just now, a magical force exploded in her mind. At this moment, she closes her eyes and feels it, but it seems Seeing the smile of Qi'er, pale cyan simple fonts soon emerged.
"The Sutra of the Sutra."
This is actually a skill. After practicing, you can become a monk. It is not profound, but its effect is enough to make any woman crazy. Because vegetarian menstruation can delay aging and stay young forever.
The ability to practice represents the continuation of Shouyuan.
Keeping your youth represents all possibilities.
Qi'er knew Zhao Yingxue's feelings for Su Yue and sighed in her heart. She couldn't bear the death of such a woman, so she made this move. In other words, it was the complex ideas in her heart that made her want to do more for Su Yue, because she knew that Su Yue would go to the fairyland soon. The new world is not good...
"Thank you, Ying'er."
Zhao Yingxue said in her heart, and the loss in her eyes was swept away.
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The Imperial Mausoleum.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the weather is magnificent.
Stepping into here, Su Yue has a refreshing feeling. This is indeed a land of dragon veins. Burial kings for generations have been stained with nobleness.
Born in the king's family, even if he is mediocre, as long as he is buried in this imperial mausoleum, he can be protected by luck and reincarnated as a good child.
Of course, the last king did not have this kind of treatment. The society collapsed, and the luck had already dissipated. After entering reincarnation, it was lucky not to be cursed by evil thoughts.
At this moment, Daqin is in the heyday of flowers and boiling oil. Although there are many losses due to the war, Su Yue believes that Zhao Yingxue's ability can take care of everything well. The luck of the imperial mausoleum will only become more and more extraordinary, and it is just right to bury the mother.
Walking into the depths of the imperial mausoleum, Su Yue saw towering tombstones, which were the tombs of kings of all dynasties.
The place with the most vigorous dragon spirit in the imperial mausoleum has been occupied by people. The place occupied by the founder of the Qin Dynasty was the Taizu, and Su Yue had no choice, so he chose a place that was inferior.
He didn't use any utensils, but dug with his hands, digging the soil.
When he saw it, he also squatted down. The tender hands like cutting green onion roots also went deep into the soil to help Su Yue dig.
The two looked at each other and smiled, and the speed was much faster.
Su Tiegong lost his mind and arrived. Seeing this scene, his lips trembled, but his eyes showed joy. He immediately rolled up his sleeves to help Su Yue dig the earth. However, he was kicked away by Su Yue and hit the tombstone next to him and vomited blood.
"Get out!"
Su Yue didn't look at him at all and said with incomparable disgust.
This kind of ruthless and righteous person is too dirty. His mother is in pain when she is born. He must make her happy when she dies. He doesn't want Su Tiegong touch anything from his mother, even if it's just burying his dirt.
The more he was rejected by Su Yue, the more painful Su Tiegong's heart was. A wooden hairpin reminded him of the past. At this moment, he lost everything, fame and fortune, power and wealth. He found that the only thing he had in the end was the love given to him by tomorrow, such as the wooden hairpin.
This is his last thing, so he wants to fight.
So he struggled to stand up, wiped the blood stains on his mouth, and rushed forward and just wanted to grab the dirt.
However, Su Yue punched him out again and smashed him away.
In any case, he will not let Su Tiegong touch it.
Su Tiegong doesn't know where his resilience comes from. He seems to have become the general who fought in the battlefield decades ago. He is unwavering, even if the blood is full, he does not retreat.
Unfortunately, it was doomed to be in vain. When he dared to come, Su Yue dared to expel him. In the end, Su Yue didn't even know how many times he had done it. He almost mechanically punched Su Tiegong away.
The tomb has been dug. Zhao Yingxue sent someone to send a good coffin. Su Yue carefully put his mother in it, and then finally looked at his mother and said.
"Mother, the child is unfilial. I haven't worshipped you in the past few years. Today, I will move the grave for you. I hope you can forgive the child."
Su Yue's eyes also saw the wooden hairpin in his mother's hand. He frowned and took it out, because he felt the breath of Su Tiegong. He had long hated Su Tiegong in his heart, so Su Yue's eyes were gloomy when he saw the wooden hairpin. As soon as he tried hard, he was about to break it.
However, Su Tiegong, who was seriously injured and fell into a pool of blood, let out a heartbreaking roar.
"No!"
This wooden hairpin is his last possession and his last hope. His eyes are full of pleading and a long voice.
"Su Yue, I beg you, I beg you, don't destroy it, don't..."
Su Yue's heart was a little touched, but he immediately thought that although Su Tiegong sent someone to bury his mother, he had never worshipped once. He thought of the short tomb and the barren mountain where even animals refused to survive, and his heart was a little sad.
A flame burst in his hand and burned the wooden hairpin clean.
Su Yue stood up and looked at Su Tiegong and said.
"You won. You exchanged your life with your mother's grave. You're right. You won't die, because I don't want to kill you."
"Remember, you don't want to, not you can't, because killing you will stain Su's sword."
Su Yue buried his mother and carved the tomb of Su Yue's mother Ming'er on the tombstone with a wave of his hand. After the engraving, Su Yue counted all his wishes. There was no desire in this world, even if there was a feeling of wanting to leave.
He turned around and found that Qi'er was looking at him and holding his little hand. The two gradually went away and left the imperial mausoleum.
......
Su Tiegong climbed inch by inch. He climbed to the tombstone and cried in his arms. He saw the ashes of the wooden hairpin and wanted to catch it, but it was blown away by a gust of wind without a trace.
With a sad smile, he finally has nothing now.
I joined the army at the age of 14.
On the day of the battle, he was timid and did not dare to kill, and was scolded by the staff.
At the age of 15, he went on another expedition, fought against the enemy and beheaded one person.
At the age of 16, he fought with the army in the world. He fought with the Xiongnu outside Serbia and Tubo in the Western Regions until his death. His hands were stained with countless blood and he became a real soldier.
At the age of 17, he killed the enemy general and made a contribution, and was appointed as the centurion.
After that, the green clouds went straight up until the marquis was sealed.
Marrying Sun Wan, the daughter of her granddaughter, stepped into the real power. There are countless people under the door, the power is huge, and there are countless wealth and silk.
Su Tiegong's life, youth, blood, battle, fearless, and illustrious.
Beauty and wine, money and power, these things pursued by the world are all owned by Su Tiegong, and there are many of them.
I'm afraid anyone who sees Su Tiegong's life will be envious.
However, no one knows that Su Tiegong has everything in his life, but he has lost a woman, and this woman is equal to the whole world.
From then on, there was no Marquis Jianning or Duke Jianning in Daqin. No one had seen him in the court, and no one found him in the market. The Marquis of Jianning Mansion was slightly broken, and finally the cobwebs were everywhere and collapsed into ruins. All his traces disappeared in this world.
The only difference is that there is an old man guarding the tomb in the imperial mausoleum of the Great Qin Dynasty. He has white hair and a crescent waist. He never says a word. He doesn't look at the tombs of those kings, but just guards a small grave, caressing the tombstone with an expression. The sunset is about to rest. In the day and morning, it is always...