Chapter 2438

"The East factory hasn't been for a few years. Anlun checked his family's situation when he wanted to mention it."

Sun Xiang's logic was a little confused. Then he paused for a moment, smiled bitterly, and laughed at himself that he was not far from death.

"Our family is old. His father is a gambler, lost all his money, and then castrated him..."

This is probably a sad story: a gambler lost his red eyes, castrated his son and sold it to those who provided eunuchs for the palace at that time. Such things are not uncommon. Such things were not isolated at that time. Those who were poor would castrate their sons and sell them.

Such castration is almost making fun of life, and the mortality rate is very high.

"His father disappeared later. He must not live."

Sun Xiang was puzzled and recalled, "it seems that his mother was abducted and a sister followed."

"Where did you turn?"

"It seems to be Fujian."

Sun Xiang shook his head and lamented his memory: "Anlun came up, that is, in recent years, he spent a long time in Jinling. He worked diligently and climbed up slowly."

"In other words, after he was in a high position, he checked it so simply?"

Sun Xiang nodded and then asked, "is there anything wrong with him? If he can use it, we'll go."

Fang Xing shook his head. "It's just some small things."

Although Sun Xiang left his power for a long time, staying here alone made him think through a lot of things.

"Well, we can only say... His loyalty will not be lacking."

This was the last time Sun Xiang endorsed Anlun. He remembered the Anlun he had seen outside the window.

The silent crying Anlun!

Hey!

He watched Fang wake up and slowly returned to his place.

This is a brick house. It is cold and humid in the mountains. There are quilts outside the door.

The rope was pulled between the two trees, or did Sun Xiang ask the shoulinghu to help. Those people didn't know his past experience, so they said he was pathetic.

He went to the front of the quilt, buried his face in the quilt and took a deep breath of the sunshine.

He looked up at the sunset and said, "this is the taste of days!"

"Grandpa sun, it's dinner."

There are not only families guarding the mausoleum, but also the army.

Sun Xiang has been setting up his own business, but his eyes have been broken recently. The house was lit when the fire was burning, so the sergeants guarding the mausoleum pitied him and asked him to follow.

"Thank you, thank you."

Sun Xiang turned back and said with a smile, "thank you very much, but our family ate more at noon today and didn't dare to eat at night. I'm afraid we can't sleep."

It was a sergeant who came to call him. When he heard the speech, he said, "shout if you have something to do."

Sun Xiang answered. The sergeant turned and ran. While running, he shouted to save some delicious food for himself.

The sergeant's running posture is vigorous and full of vitality. Even in this boring mountain garrison, they can still find fun for themselves.

Sun Xiang sighed and praised, "this is the day!"

He put away the quilt and went in to make the bed.

He sat by the bed and looked out, blankly.

The eyes seem to have countless years flowing through, moving forward one after another, but they can't turn back.

Before the last sunset, the eyes were fixed.

As darkness fell, Sun Xiang sat still, listening to the sergeant fighting not far away and the children of the guard of the mausoleum household crying further away.

In the past, he would think it was a blasphemy, a blasphemy against Emperor Wen and Emperor Ren.

But now he just listened, like a hard stone, motionless.

The fighting gradually subsided, and the bored sergeants began to prepare for sleep.

Gradually, the cemetery became quiet.

It's very cold in early spring, and it's even colder in the mountains.

Gradually there was a snoring outside, and the sound was very loud.

"It's time to change the snorer back, or your majesty will be disturbed!"

In the faint voice, Sun Xiang began to move his legs and feet, and then stood up with the bedstead.

He stood in the dark for a while before he felt a little temperature under his feet.

The door has not been closed. The night wind blows and there is a whistling sound.

Sun Xiang went out and looked at the distance.

There is no light in the distance and the sky is dark.

The front rows of houses are the sergeant's territory. At the moment, there is a loud snore.

The living are sleeping soundly, and the emperor is sleeping under the earth.

Sun Xiang walked out of the room slowly, and the snoring gradually disappeared behind him.

He went to Shinto and squatted on the ground to feel for it.

After pulling off a few hay, Sun Xiang got up hard, looked ahead and said, "Your Majesty, the eyes of the maidservant are dead."

Shi wengzhong on both sides was lonely and speechless in the dark night. In a rustling sound, a dark shadow the size of a dog suddenly ran past from the front.

Sun Xiang didn't see it. He staggered forward.

The shadow suddenly stopped and turned back. A pair of green eyes looked at Sun Xiang walking slowly and took a few steps forward.

The shadow followed, calmly and gracefully.

Sun Xiang came to the end of Shinto. He touched the wall.

There was a door here. Sun Xiang touched the door and sat down slowly.

The shadow behind him stopped. Its flashing green eyes swept over the wall, and then with a low, inaudible gasp, turned around and left quietly.

Sun Xiang sat on the cold slate with his hands in front of him.

He looked at the closed door in front of him and murmured, "Your Majesty, I can't see..."

He reached out and touched the gate. Then he said, "I became an orphan when I was five years old. I found a way to live in the palace. Emperor Wen promoted me when I was there. In the Si Li prison, I didn't find Huang Yan's boldness. When I went to the East hall, i

He touched the gate with both hands and burst into tears.

"My maidservant is devoted to the Buddha only to avoid going to hell after death. My maidservant has no root!"

He opened his mouth and wept, but his voice was not loud, like a cry.

The shadow that has gone far may have felt something. It looked back for the last time, stared for a moment, and then accelerated away.

The night was getting deeper and deeper. Sun Xiang, who had been lowering his head, slowly looked up and stroked the gate with his hands, almost greedy breathing.

He leaned hard and knelt in the direction of Emperor Wen's mausoleum.

"Your Majesty, I can't move. I say goodbye to your majesty. I'm still willing to serve your Majesty in the afterlife."

He sat down slowly, folded his hands and recited in a low voice.

"Manjusri Bodhisattva asked Shi Zunguang to say how to achieve the original wish of the earth Tibet Bodhisattva to practice because of the earth. The earth Tibet Bodhisattva practices because of the earth..."

His voice gradually stabilized and his face gradually became solemn.

"If there are people in the future who are short of food and clothing, who are willing to beg, or suffer from diseases, or decline, uneasy homes, scattered family members, or all kinds of bad things, they disobey their bodies, and there are many horrors in their sleep. If they are people, they will hear the name of Tibet, see the shape of Tibet, be respectful and read it thousands of times..."

"Nanwudi Tibetan king Bodhisattva..."

Deep in the night, the figure outside the gate still knelt there.