Early the next morning, before seven o'clock, after breakfast, Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu followed the two uncles to the eastern suburbs of the Cheng Dynasty emperor's mausoleum.
The driver was the taciturn Uncle Wen Yingtang, Wen Yan was in the co-pilot, and the two of them were juniors in the back of the car.
Sleeping too late and waking up too early, Ling Song yawned.
But after all, there were elders present, so he fell asleep without the embarrassment, eating the snacks that Wen Yuanchu peeled and handed over, while chatting with Wen Yan in the front row.
Wen Yan asked him if he would take the college entrance examination next year, and if he wanted to come to Beijing, Ling Song said happily: "Hey, I should, there are many universities in Beijing, and Wen Yuanchu's grades are so good, it would be a loss not to take the best one. If he comes to Beijing, I will definitely come to Beijing."
"Then what major do you want to study?"
Ling Song asked: "Brother Yan, what did you learn?"
Wen Yan pointed to Wen Ying who was driving, and pointed to herself: "He studied finance, and I studied jewelry design."
These are too advanced, Ling Song scratched his head and said, "I want to learn archaeology."
Wen Yuanchu looked at him in surprise when he heard the words, and Wen Yan laughed out loud: "Study archeology? You want to learn archeology? I heard that it is very tiring, can you bear it? And those ancient documents are quite difficult for ordinary people to read, you Can a science student do it?"
Ling Song said proudly: "I am best at classical prose. Every time I take classical Chinese, I get full marks, and there is no problem in reading it."
"So..." Wen Yan seemed to have more meaning in his tone, and asked him again, "Then why did you think of studying archaeology?"
How did you come up with that
Of course it was a sudden whim, because I was going to visit the imperial tombs of my ancestors today, so I didn't think of it.
After going to the Forbidden City yesterday, although he wanted to bid farewell to his past self, if he had the chance, he still wanted to know where he was finally buried in his previous life.
Although it is very likely that he was thrown into a mass grave.
But when one is alive, one must have hope, right
Ling Song didn't explain much, and said with a smile: "I want to explore the story in the dream."
An hour and a half later they reached their destination.
When getting out of the car, Wen Yuanchu asked Ling Song in a low voice: "I refused to transfer you to liberal arts before, why do you want to study archaeology now?"
Because of the change of mood, when he first came to this era, he was afraid to see things related to his former self.
But now, with Wen Yuanchu, everything seems to be fearless.
So I gear up and want to dig my own grave.
Hey.
Ling Song dropped the sentence "Because of you" and ran forward.
There is a vast Dongshan here in the eastern suburbs, and the tombs of the emperors of the Cheng Dynasty are all in this area.
Except for Ling Song, the last emperor, all the mausoleums of the emperors have a definite position. Three of them were excavated due to hole robbery or other reasons. The ground buildings were restored together, and a museum exhibition hall was built for tourists. Visit and play.
The mausoleum of Emperor Ling Song was also one of them, so he went there first.
Even if his father and mother were reincarnated and became his current parents, he still had to fulfill his filial piety.
Before entering, Ling Song said that he wanted to buy incense and paper money, but Wen Yuanchu was speechless: "... no burning, no incense."
Ling Song was extremely disappointed.
How could he worship his parents without burning paper and offering incense
Forget it, anyway, his parents are reincarnated, so he probably won't receive money for burning paper.
Wen Yan laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist: "Why are you so funny, you still want to offer incense and paper money to these old ghosts?"
Ling Song laughed: "After all, my surname is Ling. My father said that we might be descendants of the royal family of the Cheng Dynasty. We should come to worship our ancestors."
After entering the mausoleum, Ling Song still went to pay his respects, and he was not allowed to burn incense and paper, but he still had to say something.
Not caring about the gazes of other tourists, Ling Song knelt down and kowtowed in front of the portraits and tablets of his father, queen and queen.
"Father, mother, the unfilial son came back to see you. I lived a very good life after four hundred years. I also saw the reincarnation of you and the prince's brother. The prince's concubine, sister-in-law and little nephew are also there. Everyone is very good. You Don't worry about me."
"I have someone I like, and he likes me too, the one next to me. Don't be surprised when you see him. Although he looks the same as Wen Che, he is not alone. His name is Wen Yuanchu. He treats me very well. , very good."
"I will come to Beijing to study in the future, and I will come to see you often. You must bless me and keep getting along with Wen Yuanchu."
Wen Yuanchu stood behind him, listening to Ling Song's whispered thoughts with a complicated expression, but he remained silent.
Coming out of the mausoleum, Ling Song stopped in his tracks, feeling a little emotional.
Wen Yuanchu asked him, "What are you thinking?"
Ling Song laughed: "It's nothing, just happy."
Of course I am happy to bring my sweetheart to meet my parents.
The two cousins sat at the gate of the cemetery waiting for them and bought some snacks.
Ling Song ran over, and Wen Yan handed him the egg-filled biscuits he bought for them: "Is it fun inside? Are you worshiping your ancestors?"
Being teased, Ling Song was very embarrassed: "Brother Yan, why don't you go in?"
Wen Yan waved his hands and said with a smile: "We don't need to worship our ancestors, we don't need to go in."
"Your name is Ling Song?"
Uncle Wen Yingtang, who never spoke much, suddenly asked.
Ling Song was taken aback: "Ah, yes."
This uncle didn't know his name is Ling Song today, did he
The other party frowned slightly: "Which song?"
"...a hymn of praise."
After Tang Shu asked this sentence, he didn't say anything more, but he seemed to be dissatisfied with him, and Ling Song felt a little nervous unconsciously.
Wen Yan comforted him with a smile: "He has a lot of problems, just ignore him, let's go, do you want to pay homage to other emperor's tombs?"
Ling Song nodded his head like garlic: "Yes."
If he does not worship his ancestors after he has worshiped his father and queen, then he is guilty of a great crime.
The next attraction to be opened was the four generations of emperors from Ling Song, and still only he and Wen Yuanchu entered.
Ling Song apologized in front of his ancestors with a guilty conscience, kowtowed, and went on to the next step.
He was even a little lucky, fortunately there were only three imperial mausoleums that were opened, otherwise he, the subjugated king, would go to make amends one by one, and he wouldn't be able to go back tomorrow.
The third emperor's mausoleum was officially opened at the end of last year. It is the mausoleum where Emperor Xihe, who married a male queen, was buried together with his queen. This emperor is the ancestor of Ling Song for nine generations. Came out to educate and mention his Shengshi Mingjun.
The popularity of this place is obviously much higher than the other two attractions, and it is full of tourists.
The two uncles were waiting outside the cemetery as usual.
Ling Song asked them: "If you don't go in anywhere, isn't that for nothing?"
Wen Yan smiled nonchalantly: "Compared with the dead, we are more interested in the living, so why don't you come with Xiao Song?"
… quirky.
Forget it.
After walking away, Ling Song whispered to Wen Yuanchu: "Every time your two cousins look at me, I feel chilly. It's strange."
Even if that Uncle Wen Yantang smiled kindly, his hairs would always stand on end, not to mention the other one who was cold.
Wen Yuanchu couldn't say a word, and squeezed his hand: "Don't think too much, they are just teasing you."
Ling Song was not convinced.
Why does everyone like to tease me? Am I that funny
But when he walked into the mausoleum and kowtowed to his ancestors, he suddenly discovered a problem.
No wonder he felt that Uncle Wen Yantang's name seemed to have been heard somewhere, and it was clearly the same as the name on the tablet of Xihe in front of him.
And the name Wen Ying, which seems to be used by the ancestors when they were living among the people in the early years
Thinking about it this way, even the two people in the huge palace portrait in front of me look more and more like the cousins sitting outside...
Ling Song recited scriptures silently in his heart.
The gods and ghosts retreated.
Even if it is really the reincarnation of the ancestors,... it doesn't matter, anyway, these people have no memory, only he has memory.
Good good good good.
There are obviously many tourists in the mausoleum, but Ling Song always feels that this place is very gloomy.
The ancestors must be very dissatisfied with him, the king of subjugation.
He didn't dare to stay here any longer, and quickly dragged Wen Yuanchu away after kowtowing.
Walking out of the mausoleum, Ling Song was floating.
Wen Yuanchu held his hand: "What are you nervous about?"
Ling Song came back to his senses, and quickly shook his head: "No, I have nothing to be nervous about."
… He doesn’t come here anymore.
When he came out of the cemetery and saw the two uncles, Ling Song's eyes didn't know where to put them.
Wen Yan didn't seem to notice his uneasiness, glanced at his watch and said, "It's almost noon, let's go to eat. It just so happens that a friend of ours opened a private kitchen near here, and I'll take you to try it."
On the other side of Dongshan is the former imperial palace, and there are many private houses of dignitaries and dignitaries built for hundreds of years, most of which have been handed over to the state, and some are privately owned. In one of the houses.
There is nothing like the temptation of delicious food, Ling Song has quickly cheered up and stopped thinking about things.
Not to mention that he has been in Beijing for several days. This is the first time he has seen a house built in an antique style. He visited it with great interest and added all the photos that he dared not take in the imperial mausoleum.
Later they came to the table, and the dishes served one by one had the taste of imperial court dishes. Ling Song ate very deliciously, and Wen Yuanchu brought him some dishes, all of which he liked.
Wen Yan asked him with a smile: "Xiao Song, I heard that you are afraid of ghosts at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty? Are you afraid of ghosts and plan to learn archaeology?"
Ling Song almost choked.
He glanced at Wen Yuanchu resentfully, how could this man even tell his cousin such embarrassing things.
He is not afraid of ghosts at all, the last time he was in a haunted house, it was just an accident.
Wen Yuanchu ignored him.
Ling Song nodded and replied casually: "I heard from the tour guide in the morning that only the mausoleum of the last emperor of the Cheng Dynasty was destroyed because it was not completed in a short period of time. Later, the mausoleum also collapsed, and no one else was in it. I don't know where it was buried. I'm curious." , if I can dig him out in the future, wouldn’t I be famous too.”
Wen Yan smiled meaningfully: "So you want to dig the grave of the last emperor, are you very interested in him?"
"Of course, we have the same name and surname, fate."
"Then where do you think he might be buried?"
Ling Song curled his lips: "I don't know. I guessed from the history books. He was poisoned to death by someone plotting to usurp the throne. Maybe he was thrown into a mass grave, so we can't dig it out."
"impossible."
This time it was Uncle Wen Yingtang who answered the call.
Without turning the corner, Ling Song blurted out: "What's impossible?"
Wen Yingdan said: "It's impossible to be thrown into a mass grave. He is the emperor. If the regent you mentioned poisoned him, if he really wanted to usurp the throne, even if it was to stop Youyou's mouth, he would definitely bury him generously." he."
"...but his tomb is indeed empty."
Wen Yan answered with a smile: "Then I have to ask the regent, probably he is the only one who knows where the little emperor is hidden."
Wen Yuanchu silently ate the rice without saying a word.
Ling Song blinked.
The reasoning is this. Although he said that he was thrown into a mass grave, there are still three months between his death and the change of dynasty. He is the emperor after all. No matter how he died or who killed him , the possibility of throwing him to a mass grave is actually very slim, even if the dynasty changes, the new emperor will not be able to do so.
He only had resentment, so he said that he was thrown into a mass grave.
And he knew this resentment best in his heart, and it was directed at that dead ghost Wen Che.
Ling Song lowered his head, feeling uncomfortable and didn't want to talk anymore.
Wen Yuanchu gave him another dish with chopsticks, which was his favorite crab roe tofu.
Ling Song was stunned for a moment, then forced a forced smile at him.
Wen Yan, who was sitting across from him, looked at the person next to him, with a smile that was not a smile, and sighed with emotion: "So I said, the foreign relatives are powerful, and the Cheng Dynasty's final subjugation has nothing to do with the Wen family."
Wen Ying calmly looked away, and also took a chopstick to cover his mouth.
Ling Song: "???"
Wen Yan's eyes turned to him again, and she suddenly said, "Have you watched "The Secret History of Dacheng"?"
"-cough!"
Wen Yan was amused by his reaction: "Sure enough, you have read it too. I think that book is quite interesting."
Ling Song blushed: "Brother Yan, have you read that book too? Isn't that all nonsense?"
"How can it be nonsense, at least the part about Xi and the Empress is good, it's so touching, and Wen Ying and I have the same name as those two, it's kind of fate." Wen Yan smiled at Wen Ying Squeezing his eyes, Wen Ying just pretended not to see it.
Ling Song muttered: "But it's all nonsense. The regent of the Yong'an Dynasty tried to usurp the throne and poisoned the emperor. The author actually said that they had an affair. It's not some nonsense. In the author's eyes, two boars have an affair..."
"That's not necessarily true," Wen Yan said disapprovingly. "Things like history, even if they are written in black and white, are not necessarily true. Who knows how much truth is hidden in those parts that are not written."
But I'm Emperor Yong'an himself, so I knew it was fake, Ling Song couldn't tell.
He is depressed.
He has only liked Wen Yuanchu in his two lifetimes.
What does it have to do with Wenche
There is no reason for this.
Wen Yan continued: "Let's not talk about whether there is such a thing as having a leg. Just seeking to usurp the throne is debatable. Whether the little emperor was poisoned to death by the regent? I don't think so. The truth of the matter may only be that. The Regent himself knows."
The same thing was said to him by Lin Qiuyi before.
But Ling Song didn't believe it.
No one could convince him how the glass of poisoned wine was sent to the Xingqing Palace under the eyes of the Prince Regent.
He really didn't want to bring it up again, it didn't make sense at all.
Four hundred years have passed anyway.
Wen Yuanchu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Ling Song."
Ling Song looked at him.
"... Nothing, let's eat."
Wen Yuanchu put the food into his bowl and didn't speak any more.
Ling Song looked at him, a little puzzled.
Why is this person so weird today