Datang broom star

The family is to be together neatly, even after death.

"The first emperor has explained that the officials and grandchildren who are buried here can also be here."

This policy is more humane, but Li Jingye wanted to complain a little bit when he thought that he would have to travel all the way to Mount Jiuyi to sacrifice.

"This is far away, Ah Weng."

Li Ji didn't speak coldly.

"Ah Weng, what good is it for you to be buried here?" Li Jingye felt that his grandfather was really too boring, "Why don't we stay together neatly as a family? Lying on the ground together, no one will be left behind."

Li Ji's eyes softened a little, "Fool. The late emperor is naturally an emperor when he goes underground, and those enemies who were wiped out by the Tang Dynasty are also waiting for him underground. The fight is coming again. Li Jing and others have already arrived. How can the old man not go? "

Someone behind said: "When we get to the ground, we will still fight those people under the command of the late emperor, and we will never return!"

Behind him are the prime minister and important ministers.

Li Zhi in front also heard something, and turned around to take a look.

Cheng Zhijie laughed wildly and said: "Back then, Yeye was captured by Wang Shichong's men. He thought he would die, so he told Wang Shichong that after the owl's head, remember to send the old man's head home for burial."

The crowd laughed.

Amidst the laughter, Li Zhi slowed down the speed of the horse, and suddenly said: "Cheng Qing is heroic, do you have any poems to sing about?"

Jia Liubu!

Everyone looked at Jia Pingan in unison.

But this topic is not easy to write.

Shangguanyi already has a draft.

He glanced at Jia Pingan, just about to speak

"How do you feel about cutting off your head today?"

Jia Pingan was quite horrified when he opened his mouth.

Everyone was silent.

"Entrepreneurship is difficult and many battles."

Li Zhi couldn't help nodding his head slightly.

It was difficult for Datang to start a business, fighting all the way, and after the founding of the country, it was faced with a devastated country and malicious forces around it.

"Here we go to Quantai Recruitment Department, with one hundred thousand flags and behead Yama!"

The heroic spirit immediately made people's blood rush.

"Nice poem!"

This poem is extremely simple, but also extremely heroic.

Shangguanyi sighed lightly, very happy.

Seeing this, some officials around him couldn't help praising: "Shangguan Sheren has a broad mind!"

Shangguanyi's current position is Prince Zhongsheren.

Broad-minded?

Shangguanyi couldn't help laughing.

The old man is just glad that he didn't recite the poem, he managed to avoid being humiliated and happy!

Cheng Zhijie laughed and said: "That's a good point, and I will be buried here after the old man goes, and I will still follow the late emperor to fight. Kill Yan Luo with a hundred thousand flags, good!"

Li Zhi glanced at Jia Pingan, and rode his horse to the front.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Wu Mei in the carriage asked: "Your Majesty, why are you applauding so loudly?"

Li Zhi said with a smile: "Jia Ping'an wrote a poem, which attracted everyone's applause."

He recited the poem, and Wu Mei pondered it carefully.

"Heroic and unrestrained air blows toward my face."

Nine Mountains has arrived.

The generals and officials guarding the mausoleum came to welcome them, followed by a crowd of maids and servants.

The Chinese tradition regards death as life, and there must be someone to serve after death.Even those towers and palaces were prepared for the first emperor and Empress De, so that they could wander around as before in life, but with changed souls.

The important ministers were buried here, and the monarch and ministers can still work together in the future.

The monarchs and ministers went to wash and change clothes first, and then came out.

The army was ready, and Gao Zang, Quan Gaisu, Jin Chunqiu and his son stood before the captives.

Someone came to ask Jia Pingan yesterday if he wanted to recite Lubu in Zhaoling, but Jia Pingan refused without hesitation.

Forget about this kind of limelight.

Start the sacrifice.

Jia Pingan followed and saluted, seeing the slow movements of those old guys, wondering what is the etiquette of such troublesome people?

Chinese sacrifices have a long history, and there are many ways to mourn relatives, such as setting up a thatched hut to accompany the grave, and staying for a few years like an ascetic.

Or kneel down and cry, heartbroken.

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

When Li Zhi came to sacrifice last time, he howled for a long time, but this time, fortunately, he shouldn't have cried because he sacrificed prisoners for victory.

After a few strokes, Jia Ping'an felt back pain, but looking at the old guys again, their movements were still slow, but they couldn't see any embarrassment.

I go!

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

Sure enough, they are all old foxes!

After the sacrifice, the captives were sacrificed.

Xu Jingzong went up.