Chapter 2488 The Secret of Xiaoling Mausoleum

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Women's screams always make people irritated, of course, except for those who like little birds.

The two women screamed and ran away. Chang Jianxun laughed and said: "As timid as a mouse!"

These foreign women had extravagant hopes, so they dared to intervene. However, she misjudged Zhu Gaoxu and regarded him as an ordinary person.

Fang Xing picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and said, "Your Highness needs to remember one thing. After you get there, you have to rely on your own people."

Zhu Gaoxu nodded and said: "I know this, but now I only think about how to kill the enemy!"

There was a solemn meaning in his words, and the evil spirit that had been accumulated for many years needed to find a place to vent.

Fang Xing had no sympathy for those people and said, "The DPRK and the Central Government can hope that Huazhou will be stable soon."

…

In Jinling, the sun made people sweat all over their bodies, but a group of people still stood at the edge of the pier waiting.

When the fleet docked, officials swarmed to greet them, but Fang Xing, who got off the ship, only explained a few things lightly.

"You don't have to worry about His Highness's affairs. Be prepared to go to sea. Those exiles will be taken away together this time. Okay, let's all go back."

Fang Xing drove away the local officials like flies, and then went to Zhongshan with Zhu Gaoxu.

The Xiaoling Guards had already learned the news, and when they saw the dismounting archway, they also saw the sergeants lining up.

"I have met His Highness!"

It is a rule to dismount a hundred steps away.

Just as they were about to dismount, the Xiaoling guards probably knew that this was the last time Zhu Gaoxu came here to worship, so they were very respectful.

"Change!"

Zhu Gaoxu quickly changed his coat, then washed his hands and face. Someone suggested taking a shower before going, but he was scolded.

"These are my own grandparents, who are the most sincere."

The group passed the stele pavilion and then entered the Shinto.

The Shiwengzhong on both sides stretched all the way forward, and a group of deer grazed in the middle. They were not afraid when Fang Xing and others came.

"This is the immortal deer."

The accompanying clerk introduced the origin of these deer.

"From the time of Emperor Taizu Gao to now, there have been more and more of these deer, and sometimes they even dare to go to Xiaoling Guard to look for food. The younger one has already reported it to Shangguan to see if more fodder can be prepared elsewhere. …”

A little deer suddenly turned its head and looked at Fang Xing, its eyes clear and curious.

Fang Xing took two steps toward it. Seeing that the deer was still not afraid, he walked up to it and reached out to touch its head.

The big deer on the side barked softly, then turned around slowly.

The little deer seemed to enjoy Fang Xing's touch. After the big deer barked again, it followed reluctantly, looking back from time to time.

The deer croaked and howled, gradually disappearing into the pine forest.

The breeze was blowing and the pine waves were blowing, but Zhu Gaoxu was staring blankly at the deer heading into the pine forest.

"Howling deer roar, eating wild apples..."

Zhu Gaoxu shook his head slightly, and then continued to move forward.

"The guests have all dispersed!"

The atmosphere gradually became heavier. When he reached the civil and military square gate, Fang Xing whispered: "Your Highness, I won't go up there while I wait."

Zhu Gaoxu nodded, Fang Xing waved, and except Zhu Gaoxu's sons and Chang Jianxun, everyone else was stopped by him.

The junior official was eager for fame and wanted to flatter Zhu Gaoxu, so he said: "Uncle, there are many things and rules above. I'm afraid that His Highness is sad and in a daze, so I might as well help him as a young man."

Fang Xing sat on the side, with the shade of trees above his head and the wind blowing, which made him feel very comfortable.

He glanced at the clerk and said, "Your Highness is about to go to sea.

This is not a memorial to the emperor, but a farewell to grandparents. "

The clerk said sarcastically: "Yes, yes, I am confused."

The group of people were sitting outside the door. When they saw someone coming up, the clerk ran over and asked, and then came back and reported: "Uncle, there is a Taoist who said that today is the beginning of the world, so I came to take a look."

Create the world?

Fang Xing raised his eyes and saw a Taoist standing not far away, with a casual posture that seemed a bit like an immortal.

The Taoist bowed his head, then stepped forward and said: "When the Xiaoling Mausoleum was built, the seven-star strategy was decided. Some people said that the Ming Dynasty would last for three hundred years, while others said that it would only last less than a hundred years. He was beheaded. Can Xinghe Bo accept this?"

Fang Xing said coldly: "That's nonsense!"

The Taoist tapped his feet quickly on the ground seven times and said: "Starting from Xiamafang, the Great Golden Gate, Lingxing Gate, Yulong Bridge...all the way to Baocheng, it is the direction of the Seven Stars..."

"Emperor Wen continued to build it after he ascended the throne. It was about to be completed, but suddenly a spring came from the ground. The craftsmen were panicked and did not dare to move anymore."

These people were dumbfounded, especially the little official who was standing by and agreed.

"Although I've only been here for two years, I've been here often, and I know the layout of the Seven Stars."

"How did you get up here?"

Fang Xing's question made the Taoist a little surprised. Only then did the clerk think of this problem and shouted: "Where does this wild Taoist dare to come here to cheat?"

The Taoist priest bowed his head and said, "I am a wild Taoist, but I am not a wild Taoist. I come to Xiaoling every three years to inspect it, and even the original consort knows about it."

When the clerk heard this, he hurried out.

"Jian Ye? This name is a bit strange."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "What do you want to tell Uncle Ben?"

The Taoist said: "When the Xiaoling Mausoleum was built, some people said that the country's fortunes would last less than a hundred years."

"impossible."

Fang Xing said solemnly: "The evil words are misleading the public. I just want to chop off your head now. I think Emperor Taizu Gao will be very happy."

The servants slowly surrounded the Taoist priest, and Xin Laoqi even stared at the Taoist priest's shoulder. If he made a move, he would first stand between the Taoist priest and Fang Xing.

The Taoist priest did not panic. After looking at Xin Laoqi, he said, "Why not?"

Fang Xing looked at him coldly and decided to take this liar to Huazhou, at least to give those immigrants a spiritual sustenance.

Even without me, the Ming Dynasty's national destiny would have lasted for almost three hundred years, so how could it be less than a hundred years?

"Do you want to go to Huazhou or Nurgandusi?"

Fang Xing asked indifferently.

The Taoist priest raised his head slightly, looked ahead and said, "If it weren't for the Jingnan Rebellion, the Ming Dynasty's national destiny would have lasted less than a hundred years!"

Fang Xing raised his eyes slightly, frowned and said, "Are you talking about Jianwen?"

The Taoist priest nodded and said, "If Jianwen had been stable, the Ming Dynasty's national destiny would have been short-lived. Fortunately, Emperor Wen started a rebellion..."

"Who killed him?"

"Northern barbarians!"

Fang Xing pointed to the steps beside him, and the Taoist priest sat down easily.

"How old are you?"

The Taoist looked at his black hair and beard, and there were no wrinkles on his face. He estimated that he should be about fifty years old.

The Taoist thought about it, and looked very difficult.

"I...I think I was twenty-six when I built the Xiaoling Mausoleum."

Fang Xing calculated, and then looked at Xin Laoqi in shock.

Xin Laoqi had been staring at the Taoist, and nodded slightly when he heard it, indicating that this should be true.

"Over seventy?"

Fang Xing was a little shocked that the Taoist who could make Xin Laoqi feel like he was facing a great enemy was actually a Taoist in his seventies.

"Master, his hand."

Fang Xing looked carefully and saw that the veins on the back of the Taoist's hand were bulging, the meridians were prominent, and there were many age spots.

This is the hand of an old man.

The Taoist looked at his hands and smiled, "When Emperor Wen continued to build the Xiaoling Mausoleum, the spring gushed out and the craftsmen were horrified. I suggested that a major project would reassure Emperor Taizu Gao, so Emperor Wen ordered people to fetch stones from Yangshan Mountain to make a stele. Right in front of Emperor Taizu Gao, tens of thousands of people were busy every day. This was the dynasty's aura, and people's hearts were used, so the spring stopped and there were no more anomalies. Then my hand became like this. Fortunately, after the construction, the dynasty had enough luck, so it didn't spread. Otherwise, I would have turned into a dry bone long ago."