"Azhu, don't you really run away with us? If you don't run away, we will be buried alive for the adults."

In the beauty yard in the backyard of Chengfu, a woman with a likable appearance said the word "burial with her husband", and her eyes were filled with deep fear of death. She once saw her sisters dying for the sake of Mrs. Cheng's burial. She still often remembered her suffocating sound in the soil, "Save me...I...I don't want to die..."

Looking at Azhu who was holding her motionless in the bed opposite, "Adie has bribed the guards of the back door through her usual relationship with the backyard guards. As long as we run away, we don't have to die."

Azhu shook her head, she was different from them.

She traveled to various countries since she was seven years old, suffering from displaced, and sent it like goods, just to please those nobles. So when she learned that she was given to the most noble head of the Cheng family in Chu, facing the old man who could be her grandfather, she tried her best to please him and get his blessing. Although Cheng Lao had a bad temper and beat and scolded him when he moved, during the past ten years of her life, she no longer endured hunger, no longer worried about dying in war, and even put on a gorgeous dress, which was the peaceful day in her life.

But if they ran out at this time, they would become another noble person's toy, and they had not even gone far, and a weak woman would be robbed and killed by strong men. She didn't want to live such a frightened life again...

So she would rather choose to stay and buried for Mr. Cheng.

Some people may say that she is stupid and loyal, but the world is difficult, so where is it not the word "death"?

Azhu looked at A Xiu and said, "You go, I won't tell you! I hope you can escape from heaven."

Everyone has their own ambitions, and A Xiu doesn't force it, but what she wants is A Zhu's promise, so she tightened her burden and gold and silver, and took advantage of the night to push open the rich door of the courtyard and quietly left the backyard with several other concubines who were traveling with her.

After A Xiu and the others in the same room left, A Zhu finally slowly climbed out of bed, walked to the closet, picked out the most colorful long strapless skirt from it, and roses bloomed like red blood-colored petals. She walked to the only dressing table in the room with a smile, and painted a makeup that she liked most in her usual life. Finally, she put on light mouth fat, and under the dim light, a bright and colorful woman in the mirror was clearly reflected.

She chuckled at herself in the mirror.

"I have been surviving for so many years, and have been humble for so many years, and I am finally going to die..."

At this time, death seemed to be a relief in her eyes.

Obviously, each family has long had experience in burying fugitive slaves.

So at the beginning, Zhao ordered the housekeeper to pay attention to the movements of these concubines in the backyard. Sure enough, they caught these escaped concubines outside the back door tonight. The big and thick guards caught A Xiu and A Die back like a chicken. Outside the huge mourning hall, they were suddenly pushed and shoved a group of young or old women, covering their sleeves and crying. Among the bursts of crying, only one woman never made a sound, but just lowered her head, and her gorgeous skirt was incompatible with the white mourning clothes.

Although Azhu did not escape, as one of the concubines, he knelt on the cold floor tiles, feeling the coldness of death gradually wandering around his body. However, she was not afraid, and even she was not afraid of them above their heads. The mistress stared at them with a cold look. Now this gaze finally fell on her head again, and the cold voice sounded above her head, "Come, clean up all the concubines who are serving the adults, dress up better, and prepare to send them on their way."

As soon as Zhao finished speaking, he glanced at Azhu, who was already dressed at his feet, and praised, "After finally, there was someone who could repay kindness."

The guards, like wolves and tigers, rushed into the courtyard again and captured dozens of concubines kneeling outside the mourning hall crying. Suddenly, countless panic and ruthless rebukes sounded.

"No, no! Miss Mother, please!"

“We can also serve you!”

"Can we not let us be buried with you!"

The girls knelt on the ground and cried, but they were useless.

"You ungrateful things, you are usually given to you, and now it is the time for you to repay them. Why are you unhappy?" The housekeeper's rebuke sounded inside and outside the mourning hall, only for greater struggle and crying.

"We don't want to die!"

"Please! Butler!"

"I'm only sixteen years old..."

"I have a daughter for the adults. Madam, please spare the concubine in front of the child..."

...

Zhao's cold voice sounded, "Why are you crying? You are just going to accompany the adults first. Then, when I, Zhao Ying, dies, will naturally follow me!"

Cheng Jia, who was kneeling in the mourning hall, frowned when he heard the sound and looked at the women crying outside the mourning hall.

Although he never liked that they had divided their mother's marriage, he finally stood up to the ground when he saw that they were about to be buried alive.

Cheng Daxin knelt on the side, and his eyes were filled with unbearable feelings. He grabbed his arm and shook his head and said, "Second brother, don't worry about this matter! This is an ancient saying. My father respects all his life. How can he not have a few sweethearts to accompany him after death? Then my father will be too lonely!"

"I know!"

But he can't do nothing.

"Mother!" Cheng Jia raised his sleeves and slowly walked towards Zhao and called respectfully.

"Second son!" Zhao looked at the current family with a frown, not inherited by his eldest son but by his second son. It was impossible without resentment in his heart.

"About the matter of my father's burial, Jiaer wants to discuss it again with her mother. My elder brother and several younger brothers and husbands now have official positions, so it is very unfilial to not be able to filialize for my father for three years. These women have accompanied their father's life with their youth. Jia requested that they go to Cheng's cemetery to guard the tomb on behalf of me and my elder brother and sister, and do their filial piety on our behalf, and to be buried with their father when they die." Cheng Jia said slowly.

Cheng Jia said something, and the girls seemed to see a glimmer of hope. They knelt down at Zhao's feet and kowtowed heavily. It was better to guard the tomb than to bury with them.

"Miss Mother, we are willing, we are willing to guard the tombs on behalf of the young ladies and ladies, and we will never leave Changling in this life."

Zhao sneered in his heart. These women did use their youth to accompany her husband for the rest of their lives, but they made her lonely for most of her life. How could she swallow this tone? So she said, "But if there is not even a single person to be buried with, will your father be wiped out after his death? Isn't it lonely for the empty wife to accompany her in such a huge tomb?"

People at that time were proud of how many people were buried with them after their death.

This is a symbol of identity and status.

Cheng Jia also knew that this was an ancient system.

Even if he doesn't care, all the people of the huge Cheng clan must care. This not only concerns the father's reputation after birth, but also the reputation of living people.

He had long known that this era was different from his era, and the rituals at this time were also different from the modern rituals.

While he was still hesitating, he saw Azhu kneeling out of the ground in a gorgeous rose skirt. He looked at him and Zhao and said, "Miss Mother, young master, Azhu is grateful for his blessings for many years. He is willing to bury him with you. Please ask the mistress to share with other sisters and leave them a way out."

A pair of obviously weak eyes burst out with determination looking at Cheng Jia, but Cheng Jia thought of another pair of mangirl eyes with similar eyes for some reason.

After the words were finished, she knelt on her knees and kowtowed.

A Xiu, A Die and the others did not expect A Zhu to die for them. They couldn't help feeling guilty and crying for her death. For a moment, the crying sounds inside and outside the mourning hall became even more sad and heartbroken. The listener burst into tears. Even the little Cheng Fei looked at his mother in discomfort, "Mother, why do they cry?"

...

For a moment, Li didn't know how to answer his son's words.

She told him that grandpa was just asleep, but did she say that these women cried because they were unwilling to accompany grandpa to sleep forever? If the son asked her again, what was there to cry when sleeping, how should she answer? A lie always requires countless lies to explain.

So as the sound of crying in the hall, she just gently picked up her son and covered his ears, making him think that he didn't hear anything.

Cheng Feiyi was in Li's arms, blinking puzzled and innocent eyes, and watching a concubine kneel out with courage and hugging Cheng Jia's legs, "Second Young Master, I know you have always been the kindest master. Please spare our lives. We will devote all our lives to Cheng's whole life!"

"Yes, please spare us, my son, we are willing to be slaves and servants!"

Cheng Jia frowned and looked at the woman holding her clothes, holding her big hands tightly, pondering without saying a word.

Seeing that he was soft-hearted, Zhao ordered the housekeeper to immediately drag the concubine down, "If you don't take everyone down, you will be tainted by the ears of the young ladies!"

“Yes yes…”

The housekeeper agreed and ordered the guards to pull them all down quickly.

Cheng Jia stood outside the mourning hall and watched the women being pulled down. Azhu also calmly retreated with everyone's backs, and suddenly said, "Mother, I have the people who are buried with you! Without these women, on the day my father was buried, my son would still find another 500 burials for his father, so that he would be glorious after his death!"

"Okay, then I'll wait for you to arrange it!"

Zhao knew that Cheng Jia had taken charge of Cheng Jia, so it was hard to ignore his intentions. Since he promised that someone would be buried with him, he would release these concubines first. In short, whether they were guarding the tomb or staying in the mansion, they would die sooner or later.

Seven days passed in a flash, and Cheng Dechen was in funeral. Cheng's carriage was dragging 500 pottery beauties and terracotta warriors and horses to follow Cheng Dechen's coffin. The long funeral procession circled the city for a long time, attracting discussions from all levels of nobles.

"Tsk tsk, this time Cheng Lao died, he was really glorious. He actually buried Wu Bai with him!"

The old man stood in the crowd and smacked his lips and said, "At most of the time my king was buried with him, there were only a thousand people. Cheng Zuoyin and Cheng Youtu were really willing to give up as sons of human beings."

"You are dazzled again. Those beauties and warriors who are not real people, are made of terracotta figurines. They are really vivid, and are painted with colorful clothes and armor." Xiao Si pushed the old man who was dazzling and spat.

The old man stood in front of the roadside and blocked the head, his eyes gathered slightly, and he looked closely: It was really not a real person! It just looked like a real person!

He just looked at the expensive and samurai clothes and thought they were real people!

In Cheng's cemetery, Azhu, who was about to be buried with burial, looked at the extremely beautiful pottery figurines in the team in surprise. Finally, she couldn't help but burst into tears. The girls also cried with joy. At dawn today, they thought they could still escape, but they didn't expect that the young master had come up with such a way.

Cheng Jia did not think about his slaughter. After that, it became the beginning of the Chu nobles who followed the imitation, replacing the burial of living people with exquisite terracotta figurines tombs, which was more beautiful and lasting, and demonstrated their status. Many years later, there were even shocking Terracotta Warriors and Horses tombs that appeared in later generations, as well as those who stole these beautiful terracotta figurines and tomb robbers.

Of course he didn't know that his move would even save his life later.

Mi Huang, who represented the King of Chu to attend the funeral, also looked at these unique pottery beauties and warriors with a little strangeness, but she naturally would not pay attention to such strange and lewd things. After hearing the shocking theories that Su Cong said, she was no longer moved by these things. She just followed her eyes and walked through the crowd and fell in front of the tombstone in a garment. She looked at the tenacious shoulders covered with golden light against the golden sunshine, as if carrying a mission and glory, and a new era of Cheng's clan is about to rise.

Unfortunately, in the huge tomb in front, the old man lying down could no longer see it.

The future of the Eastern Suburbs is shocking.

Cheng Dechen, the Zuo Yin of Chu, died at the age of 67.
Chapter completed!