Today is also early in the morning, Ling Yan got up, today is the sacrifice day of Ling Yuanshan, the only son of Ling Yuanshan, Ling Yan, as the only heir of Ling Yuanshan's only son, Zhen Shiwangfu, naturally needs to get up early today to worship.
"Xiang'er, are you ready?"
When Xiang'er came into the house to serve Ling Yan to dress, Ling Yan asked, today he wanted to put on the royal robe of the King of Zhenshi, but suddenly remembered that he was not the King of Zhenshi now, so he gave up this idea, and instead wore a plain and elegant light clothes, and in addition, the people in the palace who went to the cemetery of Ling Yuan Mountain were not allowed to wear brightly colored clothes, so the team of thirty people looked extremely ordinary.
Ling Yan rode a big brown horse, and there were two other carriages, the back one was loaded with the things needed for the memorial service, and the front one sat Ling Ji and Xiang'er, and the others were all on foot.
The team assembled and set off outside the palace, but it attracted the attention of people in other mansions, after all, the Zhenshi Royal Mansion had not had such a big battle for many years, especially the Ling Ji, the leader of the killing camp, many people had basically not seen him a few times in the past ten years.
Some people know what day it is, but no one says anything.
After all, the era of the king of the town has disappeared into the dust of history, and no matter how legendary and glorious you have in the world, it will eventually be wiped out by time, even if it is only ten years, this is also a small era.
The cemetery of Ling Yuanshan is not set up in the Guanling Tomb in the capital, but is an independent one, living ten miles west of the palace, and continuing to go west, it is the sea that no one has ever walked through.
The former king of Zhenshi Ling Yuanshan opened up territory for the Taizheng Empire, and there were his footprints in the south, east and north, with the shadow of the unparalleled armor of the 300,000 Zhenshi Army, only on the west side of the sea, I don't know how much territory Ling Yuanshan has not yet set foot in, so after Ling Yuanshan died, the Dazheng Emperor followed his wishes to open a mausoleum for him, looking at the west, there is a huge stone statue of ten zhang in front of the mausoleum, which is the sculpture of Ling Yuanshan.
The majestic and invincible Zhenshi King Ling Yuanshan stood here, the armor on his body did not see the iron and silver, only the ravine of the vicissitudes of time, and in his right hand he held a one-eared green dragon halberd eight zhang long, the direction of the green dragon halberd was to the west, and behind him was a thumbnail of the whole world, the north and the south and the current territory of the Dazheng Dynasty were all behind him.
At the foot of the huge stone statue, buried is the bones of Ling Yuanshan, the general has been dead for many years, but the world still has its unparalleled demeanor to stop, and the story of the general is still told in the far distance.
The face of the stone statue has an eight-point reduction degree with Ling Yuanshan, but because it is too high, basically no one can get a glimpse of the true face, and all the ladders were removed at the beginning of the stone statue's formation, so if you want to see Ling Yuanshan's eyes and the like, unless you can jump ten feet, you can only look up at its feet.
The construction of Ling Yuanshan's cemetery in this way completely violated the court's etiquette system for princely tombs, but Emperor Dazheng alone ignored the public opinion and did not allow anyone to have any objections on this matter, otherwise he would be killed.
It wasn't the first time Ling Yan had come here, but he hadn't been here for three years, he had to come every year before, but since eight years ago, he had gradually come after a year or two.
Or when he was in a particularly bad mood, he would lean at his father's feet and follow his gaze into the distance, at that time, Ling Yan was wondering, if his father was still there, but he had just gone to the westernmost side, and his father was still fighting bloody over there, maybe one day he would return with honor.
Later, I realized that those were just my own cranky thoughts, my father was dead, the kind of death that never came back.
"Lord Wang, my subordinates have come to see you."
Ling Ji knelt in front of the stone statue of Ling Yuanshan, his eyes were not cloudy, it was a special emotion flowing in his eyes, Ling Ji had followed Ling Yuanshan all his life, and the feelings between the two were unimaginable to outsiders.
This mausoleum of Lingyuan Mountain has never been a place where outsiders can set foot, except for the people of the Zhenshi Palace, only the Son of Heaven is qualified to set foot at the beginning.
The mausoleum is surrounded by a pine forest, and only a bluestone road can reach here, and there is a forbidden army guarding the palace all year round, and the only place where the forbidden army guarding the palace can go out of the palace to guard.
In addition, there were thirty people guarding the tomb of the town of the small river battalion of the town of the world army before, this battalion from the previous eight hundred people to the end of the only thirty people left, they are the most brave and good at fighting the infantry of the town army, each of them can be a dozen enemies, after the death of Ling Yuanshan, they no longer go away, ask to guard here, Emperor Taizheng is favorable, but now, none of the soldiers of the thirty small river battalion are still alive.
At the beginning of the construction of the tomb of King Zhenshi, people from all over the world were allowed to come to worship, but later Emperor Taizheng felt that these people disturbed the peace of King Zhenshi and no longer allowed others to enter, so later there were three hundred forbidden troops stationed here, the mausoleum covers an extremely wide area, and the three hundred forbidden troops only guarded that gate, and they did not pay attention to the paths that may appear in other places, but now no one dares to enter from the path.
Six years ago, when a cousin of Concubine Shu entered the royal tomb with a group of fox friends and dogs, he was killed on the spot by 30 veterans of the Xiaohe Battalion as soon as he walked 500 meters from the stone statue of King Zhenshi.
This incident caused a lot of waves at that time, Concubine Shu was furious, the cousin of the family was not shallow in learning, and he was the object of the family's key training, but he was killed by the people of Xiaohe Camp, and Concubine Shu asked the Son of Heaven to exterminate the thirty people.
However, the Zhenshi Wangfu stood directly behind the thirty veterans, and the rest of the old departments of the Zhenshi Army in the world also asked for forgiveness for the veterans, but this was not important in the end, and the final result was that the world ordered to reward the thirty veterans, and the Son of Heaven was directly angry with the concubine.
"That's where my brother rests, and none of you have the right to go."
Later, everyone knew that the tomb of King Zhenshi was a forbidden place in His Majesty's heart, so everyone naturally regarded this place as another imperial palace.
Ling Ji stood under the stone statue and said to Ling Yan slowly: "The thirty brothers who were originally here all died in the end, I know that some of them died wrongly, and there are hands and feet of the Zhang family in Haizhou behind them, but the palace can only pretend to be deaf and dumb, after all, the palace can't conflict with Concubine Shu."
It was the first time Ling Yan heard that there was such an inside story behind it, and he originally thought that those old soldiers were all dying of illness, but he didn't expect that there were also concubines' hands and feet among them.
"In the future, I will seek justice for them, and it is impossible for the veteran of the Zhenshi Army who has guarded the Taizheng Kingdom all his life to die in vain."
Ling Ji didn't say anything, just keep these things in his heart, and there was no need to say it.
The so-called memorial service was deserted, and the things brought were finally burned up by a fire, and the flames hit Ling Yan's face.
There was not too much grease on his face, nor did he have particularly obvious lines, but under the firelight, his skin gradually glowed, his eyes penetrated through the firelight, and he kept watching, Ling Yan suddenly felt that there was the figure of the man he admired the most in his life in the firelight.
The man came from afar with his mother-in-law, Ling Yan reached out to grab it, but everything was illusory, and a line of tears crossed his cheeks without warning.
Ling Yan remembered what his father used to say: "I don't believe in gods and Buddhas, but I believe in reincarnation, from the past life to this life and then to the next life, I only take one path, and there is the road where you are."
All the people retreated, leaving Ling Yan alone with the stone statue.
One big and one small, one tall and one short, one dead and one alive, one will always stand here, the other will walk all the way he has walked, and he will go where he wants to go but has not been able to go.
Ling Yan raised his head, puffed up the true qi of his whole body and jumped up, and the whole person began to take off, the more he looked up, the wider the place he could see, but the things he could touch became less and less, but there was only one thing in Ling Yan's eyes.
This leap was not just to take a look at Ling Yuanshan's appearance, but to say in front of him, "Your son has grown up, he can hold up a piece of the sky, and he can accomplish things that have not been done before for you." ” In the end, Ling Yan did jump so high, his figure began to beat and stopped on Ling Yuanshan's shoulder, Ling Yan leaned on his earlobe and slowly became a little sleepy, and then he fell asleep like this.
Outside the stone statue, Ling Ji's eyes suddenly began to moisten again, Xiang'er took out a handkerchief to wipe away Ling Ji's tears, Ling Ji said softly, "The young man of the Ling family has been unsheathed, try to see who dares to try the edge in the world." ” He could see Ling Yan who was leaning on his sleep, and Ling Ji ordered the others to leave first, leaving him and Xiang'er waiting here.
Ling Yan had been sitting on Ling Yuanshan's shoulder, and he didn't wake up until the afterglow of the setting sun was on his face, he stood up, and hundreds of thousands of pride suddenly rose in his heart, and with a loud roar, all the haze squeezed in his body during this time was swept away, and then he felt empty.
With a flash of afterglow, Ling Yan jumped down and landed gently.
"Let's go back, after this time I should be leaving for the Southwest Road."
Ling Yan supported Ling Ji by herself, and Xiang'er followed behind.
There are a total of 3,600 stone slabs from the stone statue to the main gate of the royal tomb, and it takes 12,000 steps to complete, Ling Yan walked step by step, the tall pine trees on both sides are like soldiers who sent him away, these evergreen trees are the most loyal soldiers of Ling Yuan Mountain, or each pine tree is a soldier of the Zhenshi Army, they take the tree as the sustenance of their souls, and follow the Zhenshi King to fight in the underworld.
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"When you get there, just follow the plan and don't do anything else.
In addition, after a while, when I am done with my work, I will let you go over and help you.
Ling Ji said.
"What did you do with Dali's arrangement?"
Ling Yan asked, Ling Ji shook his head, "Don't worry about this, it won't hurt you anyway."
He has become a first-class master, and it will be much more reassuring to have him to help you in Southwest Road. ” "Well, it's just that I just came back and have to go out again, and I can't always accompany you to take care of the teacher, Yan'er still feels a little guilty in her heart."
"How can the eldest husband stop because of these little things, besides, the teacher has Xiang'er to take care of him, and people can take care of him better than you.
Besides, even if you go to the house, you're always busy outside.
But it's good to be busy, it's good to be busy. ” The three of them walked out of the royal tomb, and the guarded forbidden army closed the checkpoints, and their eyes did not shift a little, but everyone still looked at the little prince Ling Yan in their hearts, after all, the son of the invincible king of the town is really just a straw bag, and everyone feels aggrieved when they stay here, and they feel aggrieved for that prince.
As soon as he returned home, Ling Yan received a holy decree to go to the southwest tomorrow, and then there was an additional holy decree, which was for Qin Fei, the son of Qin Wu.