The happy life of the devil and the devil

The next day, Cuihua swayed and meandered northward.

For the Tiantong emperor of the Northern Dynasty who was going back to the country the next day after his wedding, Dayu and his descendants were mostly grateful for the mentality of sending the plague god away—except for standing at the wedding ceremony for a whole day, he had to get up early in the morning the next day. In addition to the real pain, it is very gratifying to be able to quickly get rid of the emperor of another country who did not follow the rules.

In the case that both parties broke up quickly with sincerity, the send-off ceremony went extremely quickly.Before the hour passed, the guard of honor of the Jinwu Guards of Great Liang had already surrounded the emperor and empress and they were riding northward.Yuan Shao was full of ambition, but seeing Ling Yucheng reining in frequently by his side, almost looking back every step of the way, he finally couldn't help asking:

"What?—Is there somewhere else you want to go?"

"...Your Majesty forgive me."

"Go if you want. ——My queen, there is no place you can't go!"

It can be seen that Ling Yucheng obviously hesitated for a while, but finally bowed deeply on the horse's back, turned the horse's head straight, shook off the rein, and Yuan Shao followed leisurely.As soon as the driver moved, thousands of riders and ten thousand riders immediately turned around, and drove towards the eastern suburbs of Yuyang under the crazily complaining and cursing of the officials of Dayu Honglu Temple who were in charge of seeing him off.

Ling Yucheng was obviously very familiar with the place he was going to, and led the team further and further away without hesitation, and finally stopped in front of a wilderness.It was midsummer, and the grass and trees in that area were taller than a person's head, but it was wild and disorganized, and occasionally the wind blew the grass low, and you could see wild dogs scrambling for food. For some reason, it made people feel cold in the bottom of their hearts. stand up.

The Minister of Dayu Honglu Temple hurried all the way, and finally hoped that the team stopped, thinking that it was finally time for him to play, and rushed forward to see that it was a mass burial next to the incarnation field in the suburbs of Beijing post.Could there be some other ceremony in this place?Before he could start scratching his head, Ling Yucheng rode Juechen and rushed out first, throwing his stirrups off the horse on the flat ground in front of him.Behind him, more than a dozen personal guards in black also rode out, and the wild goose wings spread out naturally, blocking a vague arc in front of the crowd.

Ling Yucheng didn't even look back, he just stood there in a daze, staring at the barren hills full of potholes and lush vegetation.There are continuous uplifts in some places, and occasionally one or two remnants of steles fell on the ground, and there are no roads to go deep in more places. Fortunately, except when there are too many dead people, no one needs a road to go deep here.The place that was slightly uplifted one day may be sunken the next day. It is the thinly buried corpses that were dug up by wild dogs or other things. However, those corpses are already considered lucky, because more are either intact or hastily cremated His bones were just randomly thrown in this place, and as soon as the people left, they were immediately ruined by the beasts who snatched food...

That year, there was a great epidemic in the capital, and in this mass grave next to the incarnation field, countless bones in the capital were buried or thrown away.

His biological mother was buried in a tomb without a stele and sacrificed without a tablet. The only thing that can be guessed is that she might also be buried here—just maybe.

He knelt down slowly and bowed solemnly to the wilderness.

That is the only place he can recall and pay homage to.

Yuan Shao left the horse behind, silently watching Ling Yucheng prostrate and kowtow meticulously, after four prostrations, he fell down on the ground for a long time.Flowing clouds, barren hills and vines, that memory has always been a tall and straight figure, the first time it fell in my eyes, I felt lonely.

Looking back, most of the guards who had followed Ling Yucheng for many years turned their faces away, and there were also a few who watched their generals without a moment, and their faces were sad without exception.Behind him, Ge Shuye bowed his head and was speechless, Lei Yong's face was a little impatient, but it turned serious after a while.Occasionally, slight commotions by the guards surrounding them were quickly suppressed by the general's eyes.

After gazing for a long time, Yuan Shao rode his horse and came out, dismounted beside Ling Yucheng, straightened his clothes, and bowed to the ground.He straightened up, bowed his head and said softly:

"Let's go."

On that day, the Beiliang team did not enter the post until the end of the unitary period.As soon as Yuan Shao entered the door, he quickened his pace and walked towards the inner room. Before he could turn around the screen, he heard Ling Yucheng close the door with his backhand, and shouted in a low voice:

"His Majesty!"

Yuan Shao stopped and turned around, Ling Yucheng had already knelt down on both knees, respectfully bowing to the king and ministers.The moment he knelt down, Yuan Shao wanted to ask him to excuse him, but when his heart moved, he stood silently and accepted the full ceremony.After paying his respects, Ling Yucheng got up, and without waiting for Yuan Shao to ask, he opened his mouth to meet his probing eyes:

"Your Majesty, the one I worshiped today is my biological mother."

The tone is solemn, every word is paused, revealing an unprecedented solemnity:

"My first mother - was born in the wind and dust."

Yuan Shaozai looked at him carefully.The room has not been lit yet, only the flickering light of the torch outside the window penetrates slightly, Ling Yucheng said that sentence without saying a word, his dark pupils are like two deep pools, sucking up all the light, without revealing any emotion.Her thin lips were tightly pursed, and the curve from the side of her face to her jaw was stretched like an iron wire. She raised her face slightly and looked at him, looking indescribably stubborn and lonely.

Suddenly my heart softened.The pain and admiration that he tried his best to hide with pride, and even the fear that Ling Yucheng himself may not be aware of, at that moment, there was nothing to hide in his eyes.

He nodded deeply: "I originally guessed that it should be the elder you respect. ——Sure enough." Raising his hand to light the candle, and looking back, Ling Yucheng stood there staring at him blankly, his dark eyes staring at him. Something was tumbling violently, and he couldn't utter a word.

"Your biological mother was buried there?"

"My late mother... died in that great epidemic. When I become an official, I will be able to mobilize manpower. When I look back, I only know that she may have been buried in that mass grave... After so many years, there is not even a memorial tablet..." Thinking of my mother who had no burial or sacrifice for many years, and now the king of a country in Beiliang gave her funeral ceremony, and then thought of the reason for this ceremony, I felt grateful and sad at the same time, my heart was burning, and the pain was unbearable.

"I know." Yuan Shao sighed softly.Ling Yucheng's life experience, he had also read about it in the spy before - even if his biological mother had such an identity despised by the world, even if she was bullied and abused because of it, as a son of man, he still hoped that his mother would be respected by others stop.

He slightly raised his hands and went to wash himself. When he came back, someone had already brought in dinner.After dinner, Yuan Shao pointed to a heavy sealed box on the table and said: "This is the notebook handed over these days, you should take a look first." Ben tossed a book, and in a short while half the bed was thrown away.

Turning around inadvertently, Ling Yucheng was sitting upright at the corner of the table, the two folds on the left and right hands were neatly folded, and a ridge line cast a straight shadow on the table.He was holding a book and staring at it carefully, sometimes reciting silently, his fingers were zigzagging on the table, and he didn't know whether he was calculating numbers or drawing a map.

"What can you see?"

"I do have some insights, and I want to ask His Majesty—"

Turning back with the scroll in hand, he looked calm and his eyes were as bright as stars.

The author has something to say: I have run out of manuscripts, how much I can update tomorrow... depends on luck