Yang Jian never thought that he would be so embarrassed when he returned to Chang''an again.
Fang Xie didn''t think it would be like this to go back to Chang''an.
There was no time to take a look at the changes in Chang''an city. Even if it happened to pass through the East 23rd Street, Fang Xie''s vision did not stay in his shop for even a moment. In fact, there is no scenery in Chang''an city. Some are just neat and awe inspiring.
When crossing the street, Fang Xie was no longer as cautious as before in Chang''an City, but took out the strength carefully preserved along the way, walked across the street like a gust of wind, stepped on the roof of his shop and swept past. Chang''an City has been besieged by the rebels for a long time. It is because it has been so long that even the people in the city have no fear. They live like in peacetime, and even don''t bother to ask whether there is another attack outside the city.
It was once said that the wall of Chang''an city was too tall, as if Chang''an had been built into the first prison in the world.
However, in recent years, the people of Bai Li Chang''an are glad that the emperors of the great Sui Dynasty are improving this circle of wall and finally completed it when the former Emperor.
Two hundred years
Why is it magnificent?
Someone noticed something strange. 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 reading, suddenly changed his face, then stood up and looked out of the window. The queen was slightly surprised when she saw his face. A trace of fear flashed in her eyes.
"He''s back."
Luo Weiran said.
The queen was at a loss and the book in her hand fell down. Although she was imprisoned here, Luo Weiran''s cultivation was amazing, and those who watched the queen would not notice that there was another person around the queen. Since the little emperor died, Yang Jian sent people to put the queen under house arrest in the palace instead of changchunyuan. In fact, this is very simple. Yang Jian just wants to tell others that the queen is still alive.
"Are you going?"
Asked the queen, her voice trembling.
"It''s unusual to come back, so something must have happened. I''ve been to the imperial mausoleum several times these days. I didn''t find any clues before. Later, when I was about to get some clues, the tiger came back. I didn''t know his attitude, so I didn''t go in again. The vitality of heaven and earth on the other side of the imperial mausoleum has changed greatly. I must go and have a look."
"Can''t you go?"
The queen asked again.
"I''ll be back."
Luo Weiran tidied up his clothes, went to the queen and touched her cheek: "there are some things that must be done, but nothing is more important than you."
With these words, he swept out of the window.
When the queen looked again, she couldn''t see his back.
The book fell on the table, the wind blew and turned the pages carelessly.
imperial mausoleum
In front of an earth grave.
Puhu sat by the earth grave, holding a wine gourd in his left hand and a book that was about to rot in his right hand. He read and read in a very quiet voice, as if he were telling a bedtime story to a child. It''s just the story in this book. The dead old scalper can recite it if he can speak human language.
Before the story was finished, the wine gourd in the tiger''s left hand suddenly froze when it was sent to his lips.
"Why did you come back?"
He muttered to himself. Finally, he got up and put the wine gourd and books on the edge of the earth grave.
"I don''t know if you came back to me. I''ll have a look... If you came back to me, old man, maybe I''ll go down with you soon. It''s just the same. Don''t lick me when you meet again... You have bad breath."
With these words, he strode to the gate of the imperial mausoleum.
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The emperors of the great Sui Dynasty were buried in a mausoleum, which was only in the great Sui Dynasty. In previous dynasties, it was rare for all emperors to be buried in one tomb. At the beginning, Emperor Tianyou didn''t build his own mausoleum. After Yang Chengqian succeeded to the throne, he ordered to build emperor Tianyou''s mausoleum, and didn''t leave this area.
Because of this, the outermost is Yang Yi''s mausoleum.
Yang Jian rushed in from the outside like crazy, and the gate of the underground palace of the mausoleum was smashed by him. The young man who opened the door for him had died in the southwest.
Yang Jian almost flew into the underground palace close to the ground, and then clapped the coffin of the emperor Tianyou open. When he hit the coffin cover with the palm of his hand, a light but strange red appeared in the pale color on his face because of his excitement and excitement.
"Finally back!"
He fiercely put his hand into the coffin and grabbed the body of Tianyou emperor Yang Yi.
Then he was stunned.
"Unworthy children!"
When Yang Jian saw Yang Yi''s body, he couldn''t help scolding, and the excitement on his face was replaced by anger. It was because he caught Yang Yi''s body instead of the closed container that he was angry. At this time, the corpse was already in tattered condition, and the face rotted to almost only bones seemed to have a sarcastic smile. It was like saying to Yang Jian, Taizu... I just won''t give it to you.
Yang Jian involuntarily recalled the moment when the little emperor Yang Chengqian poisoned himself and the stubborn face of the young man.
"Do you want it? I just won''t give it to you!"
This sentence, like a knife, pierced the heart of the Yang family. Bifangxie hurt him all the way, which made him feel uncomfortable, even painful.
Yang Jian clutched Yang Yi''s body and threw it out in anger. With a slap, the body fell to the ground and scattered. Rotten meat and gray bones do not look embarrassed at all, but have a different kind of pride. It felt like slapping Yang Jian in the face in this way, so loud.
"I don''t need an unworthy son like you!"
The angry Yang Jian rushed over and kicked the body away: "you were terminally ill. I can''t use your blood! I just give you the dignity of being my son and grandson. I want to give you the same honor as your parents and grandparents! Since you don''t care, why should I take you as my son and grandson!"
Yang Jian crushed the skull of the corpse with one foot, and then rushed in with a big step.
Through a long passage, Yang Jian ignored the darkness of the passage and entered another mausoleum, the mausoleum of Yang Yi''s father and Emperor Zhenzong of the great Sui Dynasty. When he saw the coffin, the abnormal excitement on Yang Jian''s face reappeared: "there''s more! I didn''t prepare only one, there''s more! I have so many children and grandchildren, alive and dead! You are all my descendants. You have to give me what I want... I want..."
Yang Jian''s hand and his words stopped suddenly, because he directly lifted the body out of the coffin again. The only difference is that there are only dead bones left. He still didn''t touch the container, and he could smell that the dead bone was not a fake emperor, but his descendants.
"Your father and son are idiot bastards!"
Yang Jian cursed loudly: "as my descendants, what right do you have to refuse the road I prepared for you? You should have no other choice from the beginning, but wholeheartedly wait for me to come back and do the last thing for me! But you don''t! You are all liars... All liars!"
Yang Jian kicked the coffin away, and the remains of the real emperor were scattered on the ground.
Fang Xie didn''t know, because Yang Yi and his father were proud of their rebellion and bought him time. Yang Jian had already got rid of him, but he couldn''t find what he needed in two underground palaces in succession. Yang Jian has been dragged down by his offspring.
Two successive emperors made the same choice.
Maybe they know they can''t change the fate that has become a foregone conclusion, but they declare their attitude with such a heroic gesture.
They are the Yang family, but they don''t have to keep the disgusting secret or the more disgusting rule.
When Fang Xie rushed into the underground palace, he heard a sound deep in the underground palace.
At this time, it was Yang Jian who overturned the coffin of the Zhenzong emperor.
"Yang Jian... What else can''t you do?"
Fang Xie looked at the broken body in the corner of his eye and couldn''t help shaking his head. Although he could not help what the body looked like, he could guess who it was. The intersection with this person is a past that Fang Xie can hardly forget. The resentful and respected emperor of the great Sui Dynasty always went his own way. It seems that the whole world should revolve around him.
Fang Xie suddenly found that he didn''t hate Yang Yi.
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When Fang Xie passed through the tomb of emperor Tianyou, Luo Weiran appeared outside the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum. He stood at the door and hesitated for a while, but finally chose to come in. When he walked down, he couldn''t help looking back at the direction of the Tai Chi palace. His face was indescribable.
"Anyway, these days are the most beautiful and comfortable life in my life. Sorry, I lied to you... Maybe I can''t go back, but I didn''t lie to you, that is, nothing is more important than you. But that''s why I have to come. As long as Yang Jian doesn''t die, I can''t be at ease. If he lives, he may hurt you."
Luo Weiran took a last look like saying goodbye, and then walked into the imperial mausoleum.
The deepest part of the imperial mausoleum.
At first, the tiger ran, but later, the slower it was. He moved forward step by step, because he suddenly found that he didn''t want to face the man who had been called eldest brother for more than 200 years. I don''t know why. Every time he passed through an underground palace, his respect and family affection for Yang Jian faded. When he was about to come to the front, he suddenly found that he began to dislike big brother.
I really hate it.
"If we can end all this, I''ll die with you. Let''s go back to the place we should have gone. It''s definitely not here. The name of you and my brother may have been written on the hell''s life and death book more than 200 years ago. After 200 years of reincarnation, we still have to go... I''m tired, brother... Why can''t you let go?"
The tiger''s expression was painful at first, but now it''s more and more clear.
When Fang Xie came to the second underground palace, he saw another remains.
He couldn''t help pausing for a moment, and suddenly a little respect came into his heart.
He suddenly had a very absurd idea in his mind. He knew it could never be true, but he couldn''t help thinking like this... The resistance of the Yang family''s children may have started with the real emperor, Yang Yi''s father, Yang Chengqian''s grandfather, the emperor who is said to be the oldest and most romantic emperor of the Sui Dynasty, which influenced Yang Yi, and Yang Yi influenced Yang Chengqian.
If Yang Yi knew the secret when he succeeded to the throne, did he deliberately make the collapse of the great Sui Dynasty?
impossible.
Fang Xie shook his head, which was not in line with Yang Yi''s character.
Fang Xie did not dare to stay too long because he knew that Yang Jian would eventually find useful offspring.
"Mausoleum"
Fang Xie sighed, "this place seems to have been deliberately selected."
Behind him, Luo Weiran took a look at the remains of the God bless emperor on the ground, hesitated for a while, walked over and sorted out the remains: "sometimes I often think... You have more courage than me."