Everyone cannot say that digging the underground palace of Xiaoling Mausoleum is like this. After all, no one knows whether these descendants of the nobles in Huaixi and whether there are people who are devoted to the old Zhu family.

Yu Ren could only carry a group of his trusted confidants, carry shovels and hoes, and start digging from the top fairy bridge.

As the name suggests, after walking through this bridge, I arrived at the fairyland on earth above the burial place between Zhu Yuanzhang and Ma Xiuying.

Even the passing royal family and the routine memorial service of the Shengongguan here during the year did not dare to cross the fairy bridge without authorization to disturb the purity of Emperor Taizu and Empress Gao and his wife.

After hearing about the situation in Nanjing today, Yu Ren naturally understood that after Emperor Tianqi fled back to the military camp, he would start to liquidate the rebels in Xiaoling.

It was appropriate to decide to follow Zhu Guobi's rebellion, and Yu Ren knew that there would be such a day, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

In one day, Emperor Tianqi knew that it was Zhu Guobi who wanted to rebel, and then bravely guard the camp and enter the city, and the inner imperial city of Nanjing was martial law.

The court had already taken action, so Yu Ren could not wait for death.

He and his confidants crossed the fairy bridge tremblingly, came to the Xiaoling Underground Palace, looked at the lifelike stone statues of a literary, a martial artist and a ferocious beast, swallowed his saliva secretly, forced himself to sneer, and said:

"I don't think the fairyland of Xiaoling is different from ordinary places."

"Zhu Yuanzhang, it's not that I, Yu Ren, intends to dig your grave. I really have no money. I borrow some money to join the barbarians outside the pass, so I can find a future!"

"dig--!"

He said a few words to himself, and then ordered him to give him a command.

After the order was issued, the confidants were all standing there, and none of them dared to move first.

"What are you doing? Dig it!"

Yu Ren kicked a man away with one foot, avoided the shovel in his hand, and said with a gesture: "The entrance to the underground palace is here, just dig down from here!"

As the words fell, the surroundings were filled with ghostly silence.

After a moment, the person who was kicked away seemed to have heard something, about thirty years old, was as frightened as a child, pale, kneeled on the ground, and kept kowtowing and shouting:

"Grandpa Taizu, it's not that young people want to cross the fairy bridge."

"You are injustice and debt, and you have a master. Don't take your anger on villains. There are old people above and younger people. You have to guard the tombs for you for generations. If you don't have any credit, you will have to work hard..."

"What are you saying?"

Yu Ren widened his eyes, pulled out his waist and put it on his neck, and said angrily: "Zhu Yuanzhang is dead, he has been dead for hundreds of years!"

"A dead man, what are you afraid of?"

After much persuasion, Yu Renchai persuaded these trusted people who were usually brave and fierce, and began to dig the tombs.

However, ideals are full, reality and skinny.

After digging for a few quarters of an hour, they stared at each other, watching the entire bluestone slab below that could not be used. This thing did not have a lot of manpower and could not be pried open!

Yu Ren squatted down and touched the jade-like bluestone slab. Seeing that the name and origin of the stonemason who was in charge of carving at that time were also engraved on it, he sighed secretly.

I have been the commander of Xiaoling Guard for more than ten years. Since the Yongle period, Yu has also guarded the tomb for the Zhu family for more than 200 years. I don’t know that the underground palaces of Zhu Yuanzhang and Ma Xiuying are so strong.

It seems that it is still a lack of consideration.

There are only a few people in Zhu Yuanzhang's underground palace of Xiaoling Mausoleum. Even if they dig for a few days and nights, they may not be able to pry a single trace of it.

“What should I do now?”

A close confidant came forward and always felt a chill here, and advised: "I think we should stop staying in the fairyland, and we can't pry it open."

Yu Ren is not afraid, life and death are at stake, he has nothing to be afraid of.

Even now he was asked to dig the ancestral tomb of their Yu family, Yu Ren did not hesitate, but the problem was that there were all valuable things in their ancestral tombs except for mummies.

"There are many villages under the Purple Gold Mountain, go grab them!"

Yu Ren thought for a moment, then suddenly stood up, threw the shovel, turned over the horse, and ordered: "No need to delay, we will leave Xiaoling tonight."

"Go to the foot of the mountain to go around, grab some food and silver to your body, and then disguise yourself in Shandong!"

After all, Xiaolingwei is a descendant of nobles who have been in the Purple Mountain for hundreds of years. At present, this group is still the confidants who have always been the master of Yu Ren.

In addition to waist swords and armor, there are also one man and one horse, which is more complete than most guerrilla generals and servants of the generals.

Although everyone is subordinate, after all, it is a serious crime to move Xiaoling. If Emperor Tianqi knows, he will inevitably take his anger on himself.

What's more, the Yu family has taken good care of their families for a long time and has a deep relationship with each other. Since they have done it, they have to run away together and find another way out.

As long as you sacrifice your life and get out of the barrier, there will be another world!

Everyone discussed for a while, but nothing happened. They galloped along the way with Yu Ren until they got off the horse floor. Yu Ren stopped vigilantly at the dim night around them.

"No, there are still several households living near Xiamafang. Why are they so quiet tonight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden noise around him. From the east and south sides of Xiamafang, there were continuous fire and hooves.

"Yu Ren, I've been waiting for you here for a long time!"

Through the fire, Liu Yuanbin's sarcastic face appeared in front of the Xiaoling Guard. When he saw him wearing armor, the rebels looked ugly.

Obviously, the person in front of him was at least a guerrilla general from the Yongwei Battalion.

"If Shuai Chen knew you were going to escape, he would have passed by Xiamafang, so he would wait here. Unexpectedly, you will come tonight."

Liu Yuanbin sneered: "What Chen Shuai said is really good. This Xiaoling Mausoleum covers a wide area. If you hide it, it will be difficult to deal with it. In this way, it will be just enough to catch it in one go."

"What else do you have to say?"

Yu Ren rode on the horse, holding his waist knife tightly, his expression was ugly:

"I, Yu, do things alone, only ask you to ask His Majesty for mercy and to save my brothers from the sins of their sins, and they will not die!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yuanbin seemed to have heard some big joke.

"Emperor Chengzu asked you to guard the tomb for generations of time, which was a great gift!"

"Since you became this commander, the people at the foot of the mountain have been bullied by you for years, and they are suffering so much that the military is even more defensive. Now they still have the face to say such words?"

Liu Yuanbin held the reins in one hand, walked forward a few steps, shouting:

"Your Majesty has already given an order. Thousands of Xiaoling Guards in it, who have not followed the rebellion, can still guard the imperial tombs for generations."

As he said that, he narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice:

"You are the tyrants who are blasphemous of Taizu's Holy Mausoleum. Yu Ren, even if you are killed or injured a thousand times or ten thousand times, it is not enough to atone for your sins!"

"You traitors' families will all atone for you, and none of them will survive!"

As the words fell, a scream broke through the air.

Liu Yuanbin subconsciously turned sideways and was almost shot directly. Fortunately, he just scratched his cheeks, and then he became furious.

"Kill, no one is left!"

Yu Ren jumped over the wall with a hurry and sneered. He took out the crossbow arrow that had been hidden long ago from his sleeve and shot two more times at him.

I was not so lucky this time. Liu Yuanbin was shot in an arrow in his left arm. Guai was slightly injured and had to cover his wound and retreat behind the formation.

Seeing this, the cavalry of the Yongwei camp around raised the three-eyed guns in his hand and pointed them at the Xiaolingwei rebels in the middle, which was a series of guns.

Before the smoke of gunpowder had dissipated, the cavalrymen of the Yongwei camp rushed up crazily with the rolling smoke and dust.
Chapter completed!