Jiujiu Mountain.

The nine ridges rose up like dragons. From a distance, the top of the mountain looked like a mouth, raising its head and shouting something.

This is Jia Ping'an's impression.

There are hills and gullies around, and a huge team is looming in the mountains, sometimes hiding into the gullies, sometimes reaching the top... You can see those palaces further away. Jia Ping'an thought that if there were ghosts, it would be nice to have a walk here every day.

Jia Ping'an and Li Jingye muttered behind, and Li Ji suddenly turned around and waved.

"This is Wei Zheng's tomb."

Li Ji pointed to a tomb and sighed: "Which vigor was so energetic when Wei Zheng was there, and later he angered the late emperor. The tombstone was pulled down, and the words written by the late emperor on it were all worn out... Later, the late emperor regretted it and asked someone to sacrifice it again, and the tombstone was erected again, but in the end he still didn't write..."

"Is it a stele without words?" Li Jingye was confused, "The late emperor was really boring. Since he was wrong, why not change it?"

Jia Ping'an glanced at Jiuji Mountain in front of him... This iron man said that he was wrong in front of the tomb of the late emperor. Even if someone reported him, even if Li Zhi was not ruthless for Li Ji's sake, he would be driven to a place where birds do not shit and squat for a few years.

"Stop your mouth!"

Li Ji's face turned pale and turned around and looked at him. Fortunately, they were all from his own family.

He pointed at Li Jingye and really wanted to beat him up on the spot, "You can say the late emperor? If someone hears this, it will be a disaster."

Death is the greatest thing. You say Li Zhi is fine, but the late emperor...

Li Jingye muttered: "Didn't the late emperor accept advice like a slightest?"

This kid...

Jia Ping'an covered his forehead.

Li Ji sighed.

My old age!

This is the beginning of the exciting.

The front is getting closer.

The landform here has a characteristic, that is, it looks gray and desolate. No wonder Xintianyou in later generations also has this style.

From a distance, there are many buildings nearby.

"I will be buried here in the future." Li Ji said comfortably.

Li Jingye looked up, "Aweng, you are buried here...what should I do?"

The family must be neatly together, even after death.

"The late emperor gave an explanation that the ministers and descendants buried here could also be here."

This policy is more humane, but if you want to sacrifice, you have to travel far to Jiuji Mountain, Li Jingye wanted to complain.

"This place is far away."

Li Ji was coldly silent.

"Aweng, what are the benefits of burying you here?" Li Jingye thought his grandfather was really boring. "Isn't it good for our family to be together? Lying on the ground together, who won't leave?"

Li Ji's eyes were a little softer, "Crazy. The late emperor was naturally an emperor when he arrived underground. Those opponents who were wiped out by the Tang Dynasty were also waiting for him underground, and the fight came again... Li Jing and others had already arrived, how could I not go?"

Someone behind him said, "When we arrived underground, we were still fighting with those people under the command of the late emperor, and we were unable to win... and we would not return!"

Behind are the prime minister and important officials.

Li Zhi in front of him also heard something and turned around and took a look.

Cheng Zhijie laughed wildly and said, "Yeye was captured by Wang Shichong's troops back then, and thought he would die, so he told Wang Shichong that after he was beheaded, he remembered to send my head home to bury..."

Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Amid the laughter, Li Zhi slowed down his horse and suddenly said, "Cheng Qing is heroic, can you have poems to sing about it?"

Jia Liubu!

Everyone looked at Jia Ping'an together.

But this topic is difficult to write.

Shangguan Yi already has a curse.

He glanced at Jia Ping'an and was about to speak...

"What do you mean today when you die?"

Jia Ping'an was quite terrified as soon as he opened his mouth.

Everyone was silent.

“There are many difficulties in starting a business.”

Li Zhi couldn't help but nodded slightly.

The Tang Dynasty's entrepreneurship was difficult, and it fought all the way. After the founding of the country, it faced a devastated country and a malice-minded force around it.

"This time I go to Quantai to recruit old subordinates, and kill Yan Luo with a flag of 100,000 flags!"

The heroic spirit suddenly made people rush to blood.

"Good poem!"

This poem is extremely simple, but also extremely heroic.

Shangguan Yi sighed lightly, very happy.

Seeing this, an official around him couldn't help but praise: "Shangguan Sheren is broad-minded!"

Shangguan Yi’s position at this moment is the prince’s middle shepherd.

Broad mind?

Shangguan Yi couldn't help laughing.

I am just glad that I did not recite the poem and successfully avoided being humiliated and was happy!

Cheng Zhijie smiled and said, "It's well said, and I'll be buried here after I'm leaving, and I'll still follow the former emperor to fight. Kill the Yama with 100,000 flags, okay!"

Li Zhi glanced at Jia Ping'an and rode his horse forward.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Wu Mei in the car asked, "Your Majesty, why did you shout loudly?"

Li Zhi smiled and said, "Jia Ping'an wrote a poem, which attracted everyone's praise."

He recited the poem and Wu Mei thought about it carefully.

"The heroic and unruly spirit comes to your face."

Jiujiu Mountain has arrived.

Generals and officials guarding the tomb came to greet him, and a group of palace maids and eunuchs were crowded behind him.

The tradition of China is to treat death as life, and there must be people who serve after death. Even those palaces are prepared for the late emperor and Empress Wende, so that they can wander like before they were alive.

The important officials were buried here, and the king and his ministers could still do a big battle together in the future.

The king and his ministers first go to wash and change clothes, and then come out.

The army was ready, Gao Zang, Quan Gai Suwen, Jin Chunqiu and his son stood before the captive.

Yesterday, someone came to ask Jia Ping'an if he wanted to recite Lubu in Zhaoling. Jia Ping'an refused without hesitation.

Let's forget about this kind of limelight.

Begin the sacrifice.

Jia Ping'an followed the salute, looking at the slow-moving old guys, thinking about what kind of etiquette is such a tormenting person?

The Chinese sacrifice has been around for a long time, and there are many ways to mourn your loved ones, such as setting up a thatched hut by the tomb and staying with the ascetic for several years.

Or kneel and cry, and feel sad.

In a word, toss the living to express grief and filial piety.

When Li Zhi came to the sacrifice last time, he cried for a long time, but this time it was fine... Because he was offering prisoners to report his victory, he naturally shouldn't cry.

Within a few strokes, Jia Ping'an felt ache in his back. But when he looked at the old guys, his movements were still slow, but he could not see any embarrassment.

I'll go!

Is this using slow motion to slow down the body's reaction?

It's true that they are all old foxes!

After the sacrifice was completed, the prisoners were offered.

Xu Jingzong went up.

He took out Lubu and recited loudly.

"Huangdi promoted the army of Zhuolu, and Yao and Shun had the battle of Banquan..."

puff!

When the wind blows, the incense suddenly rises, and the incense breath comes to your face.
To be continued...