After Young Master Liu carried the wine bag out of the city gate, he glanced at the white snowy scene in the wilderness outside the city and wandered aimlessly for a hundred years.
Regarding the existence of this girl Ren Qingrui, he was really at a loss and didn't know what to do.
It’s true that he didn’t lose by eating her. After all, he was a young, beautiful and beautiful woman, and he made a profit. But what happens after eating her?
There is an age difference of one and a half years. After Yun'er and others have passed away for a hundred years, will she be left alone to watch over the juniors below for twenty or thirty years until they die?
I can't be like other noble families who are so ruthless. A woman with the status of a concubine can become a plaything in exchange at will, and I don't know which family will end up in the grave.
Especially since this girl has an inexplicable relationship with Li Ye.
She or not, this is a pimple that can't be ignored.
It's almost dusk.
Dusk in winter comes very early and is much darker than in the other three seasons.
Young Master Liu looked at the imperial mausoleum in the suburbs of Beijing in front of him with a blank expression. He never imagined that after wandering aimlessly for a long time, he would end up here.
Subconsciously, he wanted to turn around and leave, and the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the white snowy field.
"Who is this person? In the important place of the imperial mausoleum, report your name quickly, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!"
Liu Mingzhi was stunned when he saw more than a dozen mysterious tomb-protecting soldiers carrying crossbows appearing behind the white snowdrifts. At this moment, they were staring at him cautiously, holding the serial crossbows in their hands and slowly pointing towards him. Drawing oneself closer.
The poison-quenched crossbow arrow shining with jet-black light was already on the string, and could be fired at any time.
Liu Mingzhi came back to his senses, raised his hand to indicate that he didn't have any weapons in his hand, and moved towards the token at his waist without haste.
While throwing the token to the military captain guarding the mausoleum, Liu Mingzhi said loudly: "That's Liu Mingzhi!"
The captain of the tomb-protecting army lowered his head to examine the token in his hand. Hearing Young Master Liu's words, he subconsciously looked up. The rest of the tomb-protecting army subconsciously pressed the arrows of their crossbows toward the ground.
More than a dozen mausoleum guards looked at Young Master Liu with somewhat complicated eyes. They were the mausoleum guards who guarded the Li family's imperial mausoleum. Facing Liu Mingzhi, the new king who rebelled and proclaimed himself emperor and seized the Li family's territory, they reacted for a while. I really don’t know how else to pay tribute.
After a long silence, the captain took the lead and bowed hesitantly: "We... we will see... see... Your Majesty!"
"We, the Great Dragon Tomb Guards, are here to see Your Majesty."
"No need to be too polite, just don't be polite!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
"You can continue to be on duty, I will just walk around and leave."
"This...is, we are taking our leave."
After more than a dozen mausoleum guards slowly retreated, Liu Mingzhi looked complicated. He hesitated for a long time before walking towards the entrance of the imperial mausoleum. He glanced subconsciously at the location where the mausoleum guards appeared, and then he suddenly realized.
No wonder they appeared so suddenly. It turned out that under the snowdrift was a spacious cave where you could rest to keep out the cold and monitor the surrounding situation.
Looking at the snowdrifts around him that were almost the same every twenty or fifty steps, Liu Mingzhi understood in his heart and walked towards the imperial mausoleum again.
After a while, Liu Mingzhi tightened his cloak and walked towards the entrance of the imperial mausoleum.
Outside the Broken Dragon Stone, a dim oil lamp flickered faintly, illuminating the dark entrance with a faint light.
Lao Zhou, who was even thinner than before, knelt on the futon beside the low table as always, silently turning the rosary beads in his hand.
"Old...Old Zhou!"
Old Zhou's rickety body suddenly shook, and his neck slowly turned to look towards the entrance of the imperial mausoleum.
Looking at Young Master Liu standing alone not far away, his old and dim eyes looked at Young Master Liu with some excitement and some complicated sadness.
Picking up the already worn fly whisk beside the incense burner on the low table, he stood up shakily, hunched over and walked slowly towards Young Master Liu.
"Prince-in-law... Prince-in-law! You are here."
Liu Mingzhi stared blankly at Lao Zhou, who was like a dying tree, and his eyes could not help but feel a little sore. The title Prince Consort was so familiar back then, but now it is so unfamiliar.
When I heard it again suddenly, I felt helpless and sad, ironic and nostalgic.
After blinking hard a few times, Liu Mingzhi nodded silently.
"When I came, I was wandering out of the city and couldn't help but wander to the place of the imperial mausoleum.
I wanted to leave directly, but then I thought, since I'm already here, I might as well come in and see my old friends.
Old Zhou, after we said goodbye back then, are you still fine now? "
Lao Zhou nodded with wet eyes, wiped the corners of his eyes gently with his withered palms, nodded tremblingly and bowed with a big salute: "Aihao, everything is alright.
Old slave, thank you, my consort, for your concern. Thank you, my consort, for your concern. "
"Get up, get up!
What are you doing? Does this still need to be the case between us? "
"Thank you, Prince Consort. This old slave is confused. Prince Consort, please take a seat."
The place is shabby, so please don’t dislike it, Prince Consort. "
"Hey! I don't mind it, it's better if the place is simple! Sit down and feel at ease."
The two of them knelt down on the futon in silence. Lao Zhou picked up the long-disappearing copper pot on the stove, poured a bowl of tea and handed it to Young Master Liu.
"The weather is very cold. Prince Consort, please drink some tea to warm yourself up."
"Okay, please."
Liu Mingzhi held up the tea to warm his palms, looked at Lao Zhou who poured a bowl of tea for himself, and sighed silently.
"Lao Zhou, my queen mother is in good health and will definitely live a long life. All the royal wives in the clan's residence are also in good health physically and mentally, and live a worry-free life.
I don’t know when the imperial mausoleum will be completely sealed. How many more years will it take for you to keep guarding the mausoleum like this?
If that doesn't work, let's go back to the capital for a while, so that we two old friends can catch up with each other. "
Lao Zhou shook his head sadly and raised his eyes to look at the yellowed but spotless portrait of Li Zheng above the incense table, his eyes full of respect.
"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving.
Although this place is simple and crude, the old slave is content to spend the rest of his life with His Majesty.
Prince Consort, this old slave’s broken body is getting worse and worse day by day. I’m afraid I won’t be able to wait until the day when all the dragon-breaking stones that accompany the mausoleum fall down and the mausoleum is completely sealed.
I'm afraid I won't be able to survive that day.
If nothing serious happened, the old slave would not dare to leave again.
The old slave is afraid that if he leaves, he will never come back here again.
We have served His Majesty for more than half our life, he is used to it, and so is the old slave.
If he can't see His Majesty after he goes there in the future, he will be furious if he is not used to being served by other slaves.
The old slave has already said hello to General Xiao of the mausoleum guarding army. When the old slave dies, his body will be buried outside the entrance of the imperial mausoleum.
We have to guard your mausoleum for the rest of our lives.
Even if you die, you can still keep guard.
For an eunuch like Lao Nu, it was a good start and a good end! "
Liu Mingzhi looked at Old Zhou's turbid and calm eyes with emotion: "Old Zhou, have you...had dinner?"
"I just used it. Prince Consort, haven't you eaten yet? Let's go ask General Xiao to bring you some food."
"no, I'm fine.
Just eat it. Life is hard here. You haven’t drank for a long time, right?
Come, I will treat you to a drink. "
"This... old slave, just be bold and act arrogant once in front of His Majesty."
Lao Zhou finished the tea in the coarse porcelain bowl and placed the tea bowl in front of Young Master Liu.
Young Master Liu also drank the cooled tea in the bowl, took off the wine bag from his waist and filled two bowls of wine.
"please!"
"I respect you, old slave."
There was no appetizer, so the two of them sat opposite each other around a wine bag, chatting, and changing glasses.
Talk about the past, interesting stories, and the future.
Only tacitly, no one mentioned the Fengyundu assassination and Liu Mingzhi's rebellion and usurpation of the throne, proclaiming himself emperor.
It's just that two old friends meet in such a situation and identity, no matter how good the drink is, the best wine is in their mouths.
It’s also full of sorrow!
The sky was dark and night was falling. Young Master Liu left the imperial mausoleum with his empty wine bag and walked slowly towards the capital on the snow.
Since then, Mr. Liu's life seems to have become busy.
While guarding the fortune-telling stall and waiting for Zhou Baoyu and the others to return to Beijing, he sat in a shack and wrote with a brush.
But no one knew what he was writing.
Even when the pretty young lady Tao Ying, who often stayed by his side, asked out of curiosity, Mr. Liu smiled noncommittally.
Until the eighth day of December in the third year of Tailong's reign, Zhou Baoyu and others personally escorted Spismult and others to the capital.
In the study room in the inner courtyard of the Liu Mansion, Liu Song stopped outside the door and patted the door of the study room gently or not hard: "Master, Master!"
In the study, Liu Mingzhi suddenly stopped holding the wolf hair in his hand and looked towards the door: "What's the matter?"
"Back in Beijing! General Zhou and the others are escorting the Western Turks, and the important generals from Tsarist Russia and Russia have returned to Beijing. They have now entered the inner city and can rush to the palace gate at any time."
"Finally home."
Liu Mingzhi murmured something softly, put away the rice paper covered with calligraphy on the desk and put it in the drawer.
"Go and tell the young lady to prepare the formal attire for the court for the young master!"
"Yes, I will leave first."
