Yang Jian never thought that he would be so embarrassed when he returned to Chang'an.
Fang Jie never imagined that it would be like this when he returned to Chang'an.
It was too late to take a look at the changes in Chang'an City, even though he happened to pass by Dongerershisantiao Street, Fang Xie's eyes did not stop at his shop even for a moment. In fact, Chang'an City doesn't have any scenery to speak of, but only an awe-inspiring momentum.
When crossing the street, Fang Jie was no longer as cautious as before in Chang'an City, but took out the strength he had carefully preserved along the way, passing through the street like a gust of wind, stepping on the roof of his shop Skimmed over. Chang'an City has been besieged by the rebels for a long time. Because of this, even the people in the city lost their fear and lived as in peacetime. They didn't even bother to ask if there was another attack outside the city.
Someone once said that the city wall of Chang'an City is too tall, so tall that it seems that Chang'an has been built into a prison that is the best in the world.
However, in the past few years, the people of Baili Chang'an are rejoicing that the successive emperors of the Sui Dynasty have been perfecting this circle of city walls and it was finally completed during the time of the first emperor.
two hundred years
How magnificent is it
Someone noticed something strange, and an unusual wind blew past them. They tried to find the source of the wind, but found nothing.
Tai Chi Palace
Queen's bedroom
Luo Weiran, who was sitting at the table watching the queen read, suddenly changed his expression, then stood up and looked out the window. Seeing the strange expression on his face, the queen was slightly surprised, and then a trace of fear flashed in her eyes.
"He is back."
Luo Weiran said.
The queen was at a loss and dropped the book in her hand. Although she was imprisoned here, Luo Weiran's cultivation was astonishing, and those who watched the queen would not notice that there was another person beside the queen. Since the death of the little emperor, Yang Jian sent someone to put the queen under house arrest in the palace instead of Changchun Garden. In fact, it is very simple, Yang Jian just wants to tell others that the queen is still alive.
"you want to go?"
the Queen asked, her voice trembling.
"It's unusual to come back, so something must have happened. I have been to the imperial tomb several times these days, and I didn't find any clues before. When I was about to find some clues, the tiger came back. I don't know. What kind of attitude did he have, so he didn’t go in again. The vitality of the world over the imperial tomb has changed a lot, I have to go and see.”
"Can't you go?"
the queen asked again.
"I will return."
Luo Weiran tidied up her clothes, walked up to the Queen and reached out to touch her cheek: "There are some things that must be done, but nothing is more important than you."
After saying this, he fled from the window.
When the queen looked again, he could no longer see his back.
The book fell on the table, and the wind blew, turning the pages randomly.
imperial mausoleum
In front of an earthen grave.
Pu Hu leaned against the edge of the earthen grave, holding a wine gourd in his left hand, and a book that had been opened to the point of rot in his right hand. He read and read in a very soft voice, as if he were telling a bedtime story to a child. It's just the stories in this book, the dead old scalper can also recite it if he can speak human language.
Before the story was finished, Pu Hu froze suddenly when he brought the wine gourd in his left hand to his lips.
"Why are you back?"
He muttered to himself, but finally got up, and put the wine gourd and book beside the earthen grave.
"I don't know if they came back to look for me, I'll go and see... If they come back to look for me, old man, maybe I will go down to accompany you soon. It's just the same, don't lick me when we meet again... You have bad breath. "
After saying this, he strode towards the gate of the imperial mausoleum.
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All emperors of the Great Sui Dynasty were buried in one mausoleum, which was unique to the Great Sui Dynasty. In the past, in the past dynasties, it was rare for all emperors to be buried in one mausoleum. Emperor Tianyou did not build his own mausoleum at the beginning, and the young emperor Yang Chengqian ordered the construction of Emperor Tianyou's mausoleum after he succeeded to the throne, and he did not leave this area.
Because of this, the outermost one is Yang Yi's tomb.
Yang Jian broke in from the outside like crazy, and the gate of the mausoleum's underground palace was smashed by him. It was this door that locked him in at the beginning, and the young man who opened the door for him has died in the southwest.
Yang Jian rushed into the underground palace as if flying close to the ground, and then slapped the coffin of Emperor Tianyou open with his palm. When the inner force of his palm knocked the coffin lid away, a faint but eerie redness emerged from the paleness of his face, it was because of his current excitement and excitement.
"Finally home!"
He slammed his hand into the coffin, and grabbed the body of Tianyou Emperor Yang Yi.
Then he froze for a moment.
"Unworthy offspring!"
When Yang Jian saw Yang Yi's body, he couldn't help cursing, the excitement on his face was replaced by anger. It was precisely because he grabbed Yang Yi's body instead of the airtight container that he was angry. At this time, the corpse was already in tatters, and there seemed to be a mocking smile on the face that was so rotten that there were almost only bones left, as if it was saying to Yang Jian, Taizu... I just won't give it to you.
Yang Jian couldn't help recalling the moment when the little emperor Yang Chengqian poisoned him to death in his mind, and the resolute and stubborn face of that young man.
"You want it? I just won't give it to you!"
These words pierced the Yang family's heart like a knife. For example, the injuries Xie gave him along the way made him feel uncomfortable, even painful.
Yang Jian held Yang Yi's body, and threw it out in anger. With a bang, the body fell to the ground and scattered. The rotting flesh and the gray bones did not look embarrassed at all, but had a different kind of pride. It felt like slapping Yang Jian in such a way, so loud.
"I don't need an unworthy descendant like you!"
An angry Yang Jian rushed over and kicked the dead body away: "You are terminally ill, so I don't need your blood! I just want to give you the dignity of being my descendant, and I want to give you the same glory as your parents and grandparents! Since You don't care about yourself, why should I treat you as a descendant!"
Yang Jian crushed the skull of the corpse with one foot, and then rushed inside with big strides.
Passing through a long passage, Yang Jian ignored the darkness of the passage, and he entered another tomb, the tomb of Yang Yi's father, Emperor Zhenzong of Sui Dynasty. When he saw the coffin, the perverted excitement on Yang Jian's face reappeared: "There are more! I have not only prepared one, but there are more! I have so many descendants, and there are still some who are dead. Yes! You are all my descendants, whatever I want you have to give me... what I want... "
Yang Jian's hand and his words came to an abrupt end, because he lifted the corpse out of the coffin again. The only difference is that this corpse has only bones left. He still hadn't touched the container, but he could smell it, this dead bone was not a fake emperor, it was indeed his descendant.
"You father and son are idiots and bastards!"
Yang Jian cursed loudly: "As the descendants of me, what right do you have to refuse the road I prepared for you? You should have no other choice from the beginning, but wait wholeheartedly for my return, waiting to do the last for me One thing! But you don't! You're all liars... all liars!"
Yang Jian kicked the coffin into the air, and the remains of Emperor Zhenzong were scattered all over the ground.
Fang Jie didn't know, because Yang Yi and his father's rebellion was also pride, which bought him time. Yang Jian had already thrown him off, but he couldn't find what he needed in the two underground palaces one after another. Yang Jian had been held back by his descendants.
Two consecutive emperors made the same choice.
Maybe they know that they can't change the fate that has become a foregone conclusion, but they use such a heroic gesture to declare their attitude.
They are the Yang family, but they don't necessarily have to keep that disgusting secret, nor do they have to keep that even more disgusting rule.
When Fang Jie rushed into the underground palace, he heard a sound in the depths of the underground palace.
At this time, it was Yang Jian who overturned the coffin of Emperor Zhenzong.
"Yang Jian... What else can't you do?"
Fang Jie glanced at the broken corpse in the corner, and couldn't help shaking his head. Although he couldn't bear the appearance of the corpse, he could guess who it was. The intersection with this person is a past that Fang Jie will never forget. This Sui Emperor, who is hated and respected, always does his own way, as if the whole world should revolve around him.
Fang Jie suddenly realized that he had no hatred for Yang Yi.
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When Fang Jie passed through the tomb of Emperor Tianyou, Luo Weiran appeared outside the gate of the underground palace of the emperor's tomb. He hesitated at the door for a while, and finally chose to walk in. When he walked down, he couldn't help but look back at the direction of Taiji Palace, with an indescribable expression on his face.
"In any case, these days are the most beautiful and comfortable life I have ever lived in my life. I'm sorry, I lied to you... Maybe I can't go back, but there is one sentence I didn't lie to you, that is, there is nothing more beautiful than you It's important. But it's because of this that I have to come, as long as Yang Jian doesn't die, I can't rest assured, if he lives, he might hurt you."
Luo Weiran took one last look as if saying goodbye, and then walked into the imperial tomb resolutely.
The deepest part of the imperial mausoleum.
Puhu was running at the beginning, but then the speed became slower and slower. He moved forward step by step, because he suddenly realized that he didn't want to face that person, the person he had called his eldest brother for more than two hundred years. I don't know what happened, every time he passed through an underground palace, the respect and affection for Yang Jian in his heart faded a bit. When he was about to walk to the front, he suddenly realized that he actually started to hate his elder brother.
Really disgusting.
"If it can end all of this, I will die with you. Let's go back to where we should go, definitely not here. The name of you and my brother may have been written in the book of life and death in the underworld more than two hundred years ago. After two hundred years of reincarnation, I still have to go... I'm tired, brother... Why can't you let go?"
Puhu's expression was painful at first, but now, it became clearer.
When Fang Jie walked to the second underground palace, he saw another remains.
He couldn't help but pause for a moment, and suddenly felt a little respect in his heart.
Suddenly, a very absurd idea flashed in his mind. He knew that it could never be true, but he couldn't help but still think about it... Perhaps the resistance of the descendants of the Yang family began with Emperor Zhenzong, Yang Yi's father, Yang Chengqian's grandfather, who is said to be the longest-lived and most romantic emperor in the Sui Dynasty, influenced Yang Yi, and Yang Yi influenced Yang Chengqian.
If Yang Yi knew this secret when he succeeded to the throne, then did he deliberately cause the collapse of the Sui Dynasty
impossible.
Fang Jie shook his head, that didn't fit Yang Yi's character.
Fang Jie didn't dare to stay for too long, because he knew that Yang Jian would eventually find a usable offspring.
"tomb."
Fang Jie sighed: "This place seems to have been chosen on purpose."
Behind him, Luo Weiran glanced at the remains of Emperor Tianyou on the ground, walked over after hesitating for a while, and tidied up the remains: "Sometimes, I often think...you are more courageous than me."