I don't want to play anymore

Beirong Mausoleum is located in the northern suburbs, still some distance away from Jingping City.

"What are you going to do in the imperial mausoleum?" Gu Jingyuan asked.

"I'll know when I get there." Long Yanzhao showed a mysterious but mischievous smile, "Just go for a walk...to see the scenery."

After fastening the belt around Gu Jingyuan's waist, the emperor said, "It's okay if you don't want to go, you can rest here and wait for me to come back."

Gu Jingyuan: "..."

He probably knew what the other party wanted to do. After thinking about it, Gu Jingyuan was still worried and decided to go with the emperor.

It was not convenient for Gu Jingyuan to ride a horse right now, and Long Yanzhao said that he was not in a hurry, so the two secretly left the city in a carriage, stopped and went, and finally arrived at the location of Beirong Imperial Mausoleum at midnight.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and a sound of digging was heard in the distance.

The people of the grasslands live everywhere, but in fact they do not have the custom of burials.

It's just that in recent years, the Beirong royal family, which has gradually established the capital, has also learned some customs of the Central Plains, especially as a high-ranking king, how can there be no soul to return to after death?

The imperial mausoleum evolved from this.

Generally speaking, there should be heavy guards here, but I don't know if it was during the war, the King of Beirong also transferred the soldiers here, or Long Yanzhao used some means. There was not even a soul outside.

By the time they arrived at Beirong Imperial Mausoleum unimpeded, the imperial mausoleum built of stones had already been dug open, and a group of men in black were digging the graves inside...

"..."

The group of men in black saw that someone was coming, and it was their sovereign, so they immediately came over to salute.

Long Yanzhao, who also changed into night clothes, nodded at them, asking them to get up and answer, and asked, "Where are you?"

"Return to the emperor, we will soon dig up the body of King Beirong."

Gu Jingyuan: "..."

Beside him, Long Yanzhao nodded: "Well, go ahead. Do as I said earlier."

In the dark imperial mausoleum, apart from the starlight above the head, only a few torches were beating.

In the darkness, Long Yanzhao took Gu Jingyuan's hand.

Gu Jingyuan didn't say anything, just stood aside, quietly watching them dig out the old Beirong king from the grave, watching the man who was still luxurious, but had already become withered... so that only his body was left. The dregs, the man whose eyebrows could not be discerned at all, was hung up high, and then he was whipped and whipped until his bones were broken, without any dignity and old prestige at all.

……

This man is their father.

Once upon a time, that was the person Gu Jingyuan wanted to please the most.

He is the god of war in the north, a man like a lone wolf, sinister and cunning, hard to please.

More selfish.

But Gu Jingyuan still remembers that when his mother died of illness when he was very young, he couldn't help crying.

His father, who had been guarding the spirit all night, scolded him for not looking like a man, and at the same time hugged him on his shoulders, pointed him to the distant horizon, and told him that that was the territory he wanted to protect as a king, and that was where he was born. The mission in the world, not the so-called love of children.

The man asked him, "Are you confident to help your father share all this?"

It was the first time that Gu Jingyuan sat at such a high position and saw such a vast territory.

It was the first time he experienced what it means to give advice, and it was also the first time he had such close contact with his father.

Invisibly, for those who have just lost their mother, their father has become a mountain of support.

He looked at the side face of his father who was still young at that time, somehow, somehow, he gained courage, and replied childishly: "Yes."

It's just that Gu Jingyuan always thought that his father also had intentions.

——He always remembered that on the night of his mother's death, his father sat withered in front of her spirit all night.

Therefore, he has high demands on himself, and sometimes he is very indifferent, and he can't help beating and scolding him differently. It's just as he said, he is an emperor, and his children are destined to bear missions, so his requirements for them very high.

But later, after a long time, Gu Jingyuan finally realized that the father didn't care which child could share everything with him.

He just wants the best.

All flesh and blood can be sacrificed to heaven, given away to others, or even led to kill each other.

He may have a heart, but all his emotions are insignificant compared to that supreme throne.

There is really no need for a long-term relationship.

Just keep the best one.

Gu Jingyuan still remembers the day when he was poured with Huayuan soup, the queen and the prince laughed viciously.

He felt that he was going to die, so all dignity and nobility were left behind.

For the first time, he begged them, just to see his father for the last time.

Perseveringly, what they got in return was ridicule and indifference.

"You still don't understand." They said, "For the king, he won't waste more time on the abandoned son."

So he never saw that man again.

……

Many years later, who would have thought that when they meet again, the person who turned into a bone is not Gu Jingyuan, but... his supreme father.

The whipping of corpses in the distance was still going on, but Gu Jingyuan asked Long Yanzhao in a very calm tone: "When did the emperor send people to dig the grave?"

"I've been thinking of doing this for a long time."

Long Yanzhao gently stroked one of his slender finger bones, and said, "It's just that I heard about Ah Zhi today, which speeded up the process... Do you blame me for being careless?"

Gu Jingyuan shook his head lightly.

"Do not."

How could he blame Long Yanzhao who wanted to vent his anger on him and Ah Zhi?

He just...

Gu Jingyuan closed his eyes and said, "It's just that I didn't expect that I would hate him so much."

It wasn't hate before.

If you want to hate, you just hate yourself for believing in this so-called father again and again, who can bring him warmth and care.

To hate only to hate yourself for being too stupid.

But for this person, he will only feel the lack of family affection, feel sad, chill, and even blame himself for not doing well, not being as cruel as Cheng Ji, and then abandoning himself, doubting himself, and loathing himself for a long time.

Etc., etc.

The main thing is not hate.

It wasn't until seeing Ah Zhi again that the hatred was completely ignited.

How could he let Ah Zhi marry a man in his 30s as a sequel?

In that situation back then, Bei Rong and Bei Ya didn't need to rely on marriage to maintain their relationship. How could he be so ruthless, completely ignoring Ah Zhi's feelings and happiness, even life and death...

This kind of people……

Such a person, he is not worthy to be their father at all.

Suddenly clenching his fists, Gu Jingyuan realized that up to this moment, the blow brought to him by his family affection was no longer a heartbroken heart, but this raging hatred.

He seemed to have finally jumped out of the trap that his father had set up for him for many years, and he had seen some of the essence clearly.

——He doesn't have to live the way that man expects at all.

It is not wrong to be born with such a body, nor is it wrong to choose to be kind, to choose to try to trust and love others.

He is never wrong.

The only one who was wrong was the man they called their father.

... He was wrong!

Maybe it's better to make a break like tonight.

Take it as an explanation to Ah Zhi.

……

Suddenly thinking of his younger sister, Gu Jingyuan couldn't help but feel soft in his heart.

He's not some ominous guy who's been betrayed by everyone.

He still misses his sister, and...

There was a lot of movement in the distance, but on this side, Gu Jingyuan was silent for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, his thoughts returned to reality, and he felt that the person was still by his side. Gu Jingyuan also gently took his hand and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

He was a person who had died several times, and his body was once like a walking corpse, as if it was not his own at all.

So he doesn't care much about what happens after death.

I don't think there is any reason for the words "buried for peace".

But for the father who built an exquisite imperial mausoleum and buried himself in a fine attire, being dug up and exhumed and whipped for three days after death may be a great punishment. peaceful.

"The power of life and death of the world is in his hands. He has brought so much suffering to the living, and he will naturally have to pay for it after death." Gu Jingyuan looked at the scene in the distance and said.

"A Yuan." The night was a bit cold.

Long Yanzhao hugged the young man tightly.

There is no need for him to say any more comforting words in this kind of situation, the knot in Gu Jingyuan's heart will take some time to slowly dissolve.

Today's matter is what he has always wanted to do. He has been thinking about it for a long time. He has been thinking about it since he first learned the truth.

It's fine to say that he will retaliate, or that he is naive, vengeful and emotional, and can even do things like flog corpses.

That's what he wanted to do anyway.

That is, wanting to do it.

Long Yanzhao didn't care even if he was told that digging people's graves was harmful to his morality.

...He had said long ago that Long Yanzhao was the one to resist all the crimes.

He really doesn't care.

if only……

As long as there is a little bit of possibility to let Ah Yuan let go of the past, or even if it is just a little bit of fun, it is worth it.

Several shadow guards stepped forward to beat them in turn, and they were all exhausted in the end.

Ying Er turned around to ask his lord for instructions, asking if he could rest for a while.

Gu Jingyuan said: "Enough."

He looked at Long Yanzhao, and seriously remonstrated: "It's almost dawn, if the Beirong people know that we treat their king like this, I'm afraid there will be something wrong. One more thing is worse than one less... Your Majesty?"

Halfway through Gu Jingyuan's speech, someone scratched his straight nose bridge with a finger.

Realizing that Ying Er was still watching from the side, Long Yanzhao also suddenly felt inappropriate. He didn't dare to say that he just thought that Ah Yuan's appearance was too handsome and attractive, so he couldn't help touching it.

The Ninth Five-Year Lord glanced casually to the side, but didn't dare to look directly at him, and said, "It's nothing, I just saw that Ah Yuan's nose is a little dirty."

"..."

Then, the emperor ordered the shadow guards: "If this is the case, then come here first. This grave does not need to be filled, and the corpse is hung there, and let this old thing bask in the sun, so as not to stay in the ground for a long time, and the more it is covered, the darker it will be." .”

"Yes."

Ying Er agreed with a suppressed smile, and the few people ignored the scene, just let the corpse hang high there, and left like that.

On the way back, still sitting in the carriage, Gu Jingyuan was still a little worried: "If you know that the imperial tomb has been dug up, I'm afraid the King of Beirong will take the opportunity to fan the flames and cause the Beirong people to fight back."

"I have considered this issue." The emperor came over to hug Gu Jingyuan enthusiastically.

He liked to hold Ah Yuan so much that he didn't want to be separated from him for a moment, and said: "I had such concerns before, but now... isn't there another Beiya who is at odds with Beirong?"

Gu Jingyuan: "..."

Speaking of this, the emperor's smile took on a hint of evil: "The imperial mausoleum is not far from the North Cliff, anyway, no one saw that I, Dayi Dynasty, did it."

"..."

Gu Jingyuan was amused by his rascal's tone, and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "The emperor's school is broken."

"Should I call this a murder with a borrowed knife or a counter-measure to sow discord?" Long Yanzhao looked at Gu Jingyuan seriously, and was dazzled by the other party's smile, he couldn't help but kiss the corner of his upturned lips.

The corners of Gu Jingyuan's lips continued to rise, and said, "It's all counted."

"However, I have another plan. Does the emperor want to hear it?"

The flowing light is gentle, and the beautiful eyes look forward, facing Gu Jingyuan's bright eyes with a slight smile, Long Yanzhao's breath is stagnant.

Subconsciously tightening his arms, he took a step closer to hold Gu Jingyuan in his arms, and asked him seriously: "Huh? Teacher, tell me."

"..."

Gu Jingyuan's smile froze suddenly.

Feeling the changes behind him, he looked at Long Yanzhao with horror and disbelief.

Gu Jingyuan's voice was pleading: "Your Majesty, I'm not coming."

...I really can't do it again, he's actually quite unwell right now, besides, it's a wartime, and he has to hurry tomorrow...

"Then hold it." Long Yanzhao sighed a little, and didn't force it.

...it's good to be able to hold.

Beirong is no better than Jiangnan, the weather is always dry and cool.

No matter what month it is, even in the middle of summer, the nights are cold.

But when the two hot bodies are pressed together, they will not feel cold.

"So what is Wenquxing's strategy?"

……

On the second day, the whole territory of Beirong heard that the imperial mausoleum of Beirong was dug up, and the old Beirong king was dragged out of the tomb to flog his corpse and expose it to the sun.

For people who are superstitious about Feng Shui, no one will be interested in who did it when the Beirong Imperial Tomb was excavated.

As long as someone guides them a little bit, what they are interested in will all become——

"The Imperial Tombs of Beirong have been dug up. From the point of view of feng shui, does it mean that the strength of Beirong has been exhausted?"

"That's needless to say! Just look at the virtues of the former city lord of Jingping City. Those women and children locked up by him are miserable... So they are all self-inflicted, and the wicked will have their own day. .”

"In my opinion, Bei Rong's strength should be exhausted." This is what Dayi soldiers said: "If not, how could we have fought all the way here so smoothly?"

"To be able to fight here, of course, the Holy Majesty used his troops like a god. Your Majesty has already said that arrogant soldiers are bound to be defeated. The more we get to this point, the more we must be more energetic!"

"I think what you all said is right. The Beirong is exhausted. God sent our Majesty to deal with them, hahaha!"

……

This kind of statement spread like wildfire in the territory of Beirong, and within half a day it swept the entire Beirong. Many civilians and soldiers of Beirong also felt the same way: No matter who did the excavation of the imperial tomb, it was Beirong. The energy is exhausted.

Thinking about what the royal family has done in these years, maybe this is a hint from the heavens, asking them to abandon the dark and turn to the bright...

As for King Beirong, he never dreamed that someone would dig up his father's tomb at night!

Dayi Dynasty's army was prepared against the recent assaults. The strategy he came up with to slow down the troops by negotiating peace did not have any practical effect. Dayi's army may go directly to the capital city at any time and attack Huanglong.

In a panic, he transferred all the soldiers and horses from the surrounding camps to the capital city to surround and defend, but he never thought that there would be some crazy person who not only dug up his father's imperial tomb, but also used it to disturb the morale of the army!

After ordering a thorough investigation, there were no accurate results.

The Great Yi Army is very possible.

It is not impossible for the Beiya King who still has the face to control him begging for the escaped queen prince...

The capital of Beirong was in chaos. At this time, the king of Beirong didn't know that there was a worse situation and an "old friend" that he couldn't imagine anyway was waiting for him.