"We came here to see it on the order of Commander Zhu, not patrol." A Yulin Army soldier said coldly.

Commander Zhu was named Zhu Yu, the highest commander of the Five Hundred Garages of Meiqingshan. The Yulin Army raised Zhu Yu's name, so the eunuch had to shut up.

Although Emperor Daxing was unable to rule until his death, the emperor was the emperor after all. The eunuchs around the emperor were also superior. At that time, let alone the Yulin Army, even the guards in the palace would have to give them face.

It was not until they came to Meiqingshan that they finally knew what a phoenix that landed on the ground was worse than a chicken, and they were not originally a phoenix.

In the Meiqingshan Mountain, a soldier dared to shout at them, and they could only endure it, enduring it all the way to the imperial tomb and to death.

The eunuch flashed to the side, and several Yulin soldiers entered one after another.

The eunuch suddenly raised his head. He was surprised to find that there was a person in the Yulin Army. He pointed at the man and was about to speak. Yulin Army, who was walking at the back, suddenly glared at him, with cold and fierce eyes. The eunuch trembled in fear, his lips trembled, and he swallowed the words to his mouth.

Here, they had no support. Even if someone burned the Shouhuang Palace, they would have to wait until tomorrow morning to reach the Empress Dowager. By then, the Shouhuang Palace had long been scorched earth, let alone the lives of these eunuchs. The Yulin Army killed them and threw them on the mountain casually, saying that they were unable to think about it and no one would come to investigate the palace.

The eunuch lowered his head and watched the people walk in. He turned around and ran away.

He is on duty tonight, but he has a stomachache on duty and will leave for a while, so let's have a stomachache.

Seven people entered the coffin of Emperor Daxing. Four eunuchs and four palace maids were kneeling in front of the coffin of Emperor Daxing. They burned paper and were muttering words. In the middle, two monks sat cross-legged, one old and one young, the old one was the monk Jueran from Daxiangguo Temple, and the fewer were his disciple Wuqing.

Since Emperor Daxing came to Meiqingshan, Monk Jueran and eight other monks have been living here. They sang scriptures for Emperor Daxing day and night. However, from the first nine people singing together, it gradually became a turn to singing chants.

Jue Ran was on duty tonight.

Daxiangguo Temple is a royal temple, and Monk Jueran is not very famous. Several Yulin soldiers have obviously seen Monk Jueran a long time ago. Their eyes moved from Jueran to the little monk beside him.

The little monk is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a face as beautiful as jade, and a faint bookish aura between his eyebrows.

A Yulin Army had sharp eyes. He stared at the bald head of the little monk Wuqing and suddenly asked, "Why didn't you take the ordination?"

Wuqing's bald head was as flat as jade, without any scars.

Monk Jueran is still chanting the scriptures. Whether these people come in or question his disciples, it is like nothingness to him.

The eight eunuchs and palace maids were all shocked. They did not dare to look up and knelt there with their eyebrows down.

The young monk Wuqing came just a few days ago. The nine great monks came to Meiqingshan for half a year. The abbot selected several young monks to come, one for learning Zen and the other for taking care of the master.

Wuqing was among several young monks.

He was taciturn and he rarely talked to others except his master.

When he heard the Yulin Army ask him, Wuqing slowly turned his head and looked indifferent: "There are rules in this temple that you must enter the temple for ten years before you can take the ordination. The little monk is still five years away."

The Yulin Army frowned. Daxiangguo Temple is not an ordinary temple and has very strict requirements on monks. Perhaps there is really a temple rule, but there is no way to test it here now.

At this time, the man wearing a hooded hood that had been surrounded by the middle walked out. He walked past the Yulin Army who was protecting him and came towards the monk Jueran who was still singing the scriptures.

The eight eunuchs and palace maids were shocked. It was not until this time that they saw that there was another person who came in with the Yulin Army.

Although Emperor Daxing is dead, this Shouhuang Palace will not be allowed to enter without an imperial edict, otherwise it would be a crime of deceiving the emperor.

But not only did this man come in, but he also walked over calmly.

The eunuch and the palace maid held their breath, and they did not dare to ask, or even dared to go and see.

The man walked straight to the monk's cushion, suddenly lifted up his outer robe and knelt down.

What he did not perform three bows and nine bows, but ordinary kneeling down, just like he was just an elder.

He knelt on the ground and said loudly: "My dear Yang Jincheng came here to see you. I respectfully invite my emperor to meet you and fulfill your loyalty and filial piety."

These few words are so awkward. The eight eunuchs and palace maids are all people around the emperor. They have seen countless court officials, but this is the first time they have heard someone speak to the emperor like this.

It sounds humble, but there is no respect in its tone. This is an order, ordering the emperor to come to see him.

I heard it was Yang Jincheng. A palace maid was brave enough to peek. She had seen Yang Jincheng, the prince of the Guardian. Prince Yang was handsome and both civil and military. There were very few young men who could enter and exit the palace. The palace maid Huaichun, Yang Jincheng was the person they had in their hearts.

But when she looked over, she didn't see Yang Jincheng's face.

He still wore a hood, but this hood was different from the common ones. It not only covered his head, but also covered his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes like cold stars.

His eyes swept gently and saw the palace maid peeking at him. The palace maid only felt an ice arrow shooting at him, which scared her so much that she quickly avoided his gaze, lowered her head, and her thin body shook.

This was the first time she saw the chill in Yang Jincheng's eyes.

It turns out that Prince Yang is not all like the spring breeze in March, he can also be as cold as a knife.

Yang Jincheng's eyes moved away from the palace maid and looked at the codon directly in front of him again. He also spoke again, repeating what he had just said.

He wants the emperor to show up, he wants to meet the emperor, no, it is the Emperor Daxing.

The palace was silent, and his voice was like a heavy bell, hitting the hearts of eight eunuchs and palace maids.

When Emperor Daxing died, he lay in the coffin.

But someone has seen him once, and among the eight of them, some have also seen him.

But they dared not say that the first person who said this was dead, silently dead.

Therefore, they let this matter rot in their stomachs, not talk about it, not ask about it.

They never thought that one day, the noble Prince of the Protector would suddenly appear here, and he would meet the ghost of Emperor Daxing.

The huge coffin was still motionless, no one sat up from the coffin, and no one walked up to Yang Jincheng.

Yang Jincheng was not anxious or impatient, and he repeated the words he had just said.

This is the third time.

The palace maids and eunuchs were trembling, and they were almost suffocated due to nervousness.

Perhaps they have no chance to go to the imperial tomb to serve the late emperor. Tonight, this Shouhuang Palace will be their place to die.

At this moment, a thick voice sounded: "Master Yang, the emperor has already made a great progress, please feel sorry for me."
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