Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The summer wind blew hot, and the palace officially entered the barbecue mode.

And Dongchang is like a beast, wanting to take a nap after eating full.

The cleanup in the north has been completely over. Countless gentry are like concubines, and countless peasants sighed. I don’t know how many people are cursing the emperor secretly.

An Lun looked at it carefully while holding a roster.

He held the roster in his left hand, and his white and tender right hand was placed on the coffee table beside him, and his fingers were gently tapping on the tabletop.

He didn't speak, but the stall in front of him didn't dare to come out.

This is power.

During the entire process of cleaning up the north, Dongchang performed very well, and An Lun was the commander-in-chief of this outstanding performance.

He was decisive, but the only way for the gentry he targeted was to surrender.

He cooperated with the military tacitly. Amidst the clamor of rebellion, people from Dongchang could always be seen among them.

"Forget it, the north is stable. Two drunken rotten scholars will let them go once, but they must be written down to see the after-effects."

An Lun put down the booklet, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, suddenly wearing a spanking finger on his index finger.

This is a reward from the emperor. Just last month, the emperor suddenly said that Xunqi could not sit and eat and wait to die. He must at least have a good skill, and he also gave more than ten fingers on the spot.

This was a very obvious signal, so the honors had to drag their fat bodies, complaining in their mouths, and practice riding and shooting with their family members.

Naturally, An Lun doesn't need to practice riding and shooting, but he still likes this finger, so he wears it on his hand and rubs it often.

Watching him rubbing his fingers, the stall head somehow thought of Sun Xiang, who counted Buddhist beads back then.

...

Tianshou Mountain, originally named as Huangtu Mountain, was originally called Huangtu Mountain, but it was favored by the royal family, so it was renamed Tianshou Mountain.

In the scorching summer, a team of knights came to Tianshou Mountain and then dismounted and walked up the mountain.

This team of knights hurried, and the leader looked handsome, and it turned out to be Ye Luoxue who rarely showed up.

And next to him is Yu Jia, the two appear together here, if the outside world knows, God knows what it will be interpreted into.

Two kings are buried here, Emperor Wen and Emperor Ren.

When standing at one end of the divine way, Yu Jia couldn't help taking a breath, then drank the water, panting and asking the sergeant guarding the mausoleum: "Where is Sun Xiang?"

Ye Luoxue strode over, and the sergeant didn't answer either, just pointed to the front.

Yu Jia wiped off the water stains from the corners of her mouth and looked forward. At first glance, she saw nothing. When he searched carefully, she saw a squatting man.

He followed and walked behind the man with Ye Luoxue.

White!

Seen from behind, this man's hair can hardly find any blackness. The so-called silver hair is probably this kind.

Summer is the season for plants to grow wildly, and the invasion of weeds is indispensable in Shinto.

The man squatted there to pull the weeds and moved forward step by step.

Time seemed to have stagnated, Yu Jia looked at this person blankly, all thoughts and desires in her heart disappeared without a trace, only feeling a little melancholy.

"Grandpa Sun..."

Ye Luoxue tried to say hello, the dazzling silver shook, and then sighed.

Lonely sigh!

This person supported the ground with both hands, and after a few tries, he slowly stood up.

This is a white face. When there is no mood swing, there is no wrinkle.

Sun Xiang squinted, covered his eyes with his left hand holding a handful of weeds, glanced at the two of them, and said, "Yu Jia...you..."

He stared at Ye Luoxue, his expression fluctuated slightly, and asked, "Are you not dead?"

Ye Luoxue nodded slightly, "Grandpa Sun, it's been a long time."

Sun Xiang loosened his eyebrows and said, "Yes, those things are over. It's better not to be known, but since you can appear here with Yu Jia, that's a blessing!"

His benevolent look makes people unable to be vigilant. He talked a little nagging, like the grandfather of the family.

"Your Majesty is ambitious today. He is willing to keep you by his side to do things. You have to be diligent. Don't rely on the people left by Emperor Wen to be domineering. That is the way to misfortune..."

"Your body is not good? Then take more rest. Isn’t your Majesty’s side with Jia Quan and the others? You don’t fight for the first place, let them get ahead, and when you find an opportunity in the future, please ask your Majesty for grace and go home for the elderly. Just remember Don't leave Peiping..."

He babbled, but only talked about Ye Luoxue. As for Yu Jia, he just glanced at it at the beginning, and then assumed that there was no such person.

Ye Luoxue nodded, hummed softly, and then looked at Yu Jia.

Yu Jia coughed and said, "Grandpa Sun, we have something to ask for advice."

Sun Xiang stopped the nagging, glanced at him, and said: "Yu Gong has a high authority, and the servants dare not."

This person used to be a Buddha, but now he has become bitter!

Yu Jia sneered in her heart, and then asked, "Grandpa Sun...was you the one who recommended An Lun back then?"

Sun Xiang squinted and looked into the distance, as if he was reminiscing.

"It was recommended by our family."

He refused to say that only An Lun could take over the East Factory at that time. Others couldn't help it, and it was too late when they could suppress those stalls.

The emperor needs eyes and arms outside the palace, and Dongchang is his eyes and arms.

After Zhu Zhanji ascended the throne, the relationship with the officials and the people under the sky was not good. At this time, as the eyes and arms of the emperor, Dongchang could not make any accidents and could not stand still.

This is why he still recommended him after he knew that An Lun had a simple appearance and cruel inside.

"Sun Gonggong, how is this person An Lun?"

This question is very broad and the direction is not clear.

But Yu Jia came to ask the question in person, and Ye Luoxue accompany him to explain the direction.

Sun Xiang changed his hand to hold the hot weed, and said, "He doesn't need to doubt his loyalty to His Majesty."

This person has already entered the emperor's sight, or has entered the emperor's pocket, in the future, it is impossible to say that the chief **** is him.

Sun Xiang did not envy, but tried his best to remain objective: "An Lun is a bit extreme, the reason is unknown, but loyalty is not lacking."

extreme…….

Yu Jia's complexion was a little cold, thinking that which **** is not extreme, since the thing was cut off, men and women have to be tortured by that inexplicable anger, except Song Laoshi, who is not extreme. ?

"He kept a war horse with a broken leg in private, still under Xing He Bo, Grandpa Sun..."

Sun Xiang looked at him for the first time, and there was contempt in his eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~Do you ask this yourself? "

Yu Jia's face turned red instantly, red with anger.

But he finally nodded hard.

Sun Xiang sighed and said: "An Lun can't see the tragic human affairs and bullying others. This must have something to do with his childhood experience, but he and Uncle Xing did not collude..."

He thought for a while and continued: "They had a meeting in Jinling back then, but they were all doing things, especially during the Baochao innovation. Not only An Lun, but the people in Jinyiwei were also following Xinghebo's dispatch. They didn't contact afterwards... All of these have been checked."

Seeing Yu Jia's disapproval, he said, "The slave and maidservant know so much, and there is nothing lie. If there is nothing wrong, please come back, lest you disturb Emperor Ren..."

Yu Jia suddenly felt a cold air coming. He glanced at the direction of the mausoleum and smiled dryly: "If this is the case, then let's say goodbye, Grandpa Sun, take care."

Sun Xiang nodded slightly, then turned around and walked to the place where he just pulled the weeds and squatted down again without sending them away.

Stepping out of the divine way, Ye Luoxue glanced back.

Sun Xiang pulled the weeds very slowly, and seemed to be fixed in that place, like a stone Wengzhong.

A small hill divides the mausoleum into two halves, surrounded by trees and birds singing.

The sergeants and the mausoleum guards were watching them with curious eyes.

They will stay here forever, and the sergeants will rotate, but the households who guard the tomb can only be passed on from generation to generation, and finally live here for generations.

Cicadas sang on the old locust tree, and the birds sang endlessly.

The wind rustles through the woods...

This is the sound of nature, but in Ye Luoxue's eyes and ears, the world at this moment is motionless... the crows are silent...

Emperors and generals will eventually turn into a cup of loess...