After the rebirth, the queen took the Meiqiang tragedy script

Chapter 181 Imperial Mausoleum
Li Baoquan hadn't heard the emperor speak to him in such a tone for a long time.

In his impression, since the Chengtianmen incident, the emperor has always spoken to him in an orderly tone that cannot be questioned.

Not only to Li Baoquan, but in fact, when Ye Qinghuai expressed his wishes to the courtiers and servants, most of them started with "I want" and "I decide".

But the tone of her speech to Li Baoquan at this time seemed to be discussing with Li Baoquan.

According to Li Baoquan's experience of being immersed in the royal family for many years, when the masters said this, they often had irrational thoughts in their hearts and hoped that someone would persuade them.

Li Baoquan quickly calculated in his mind, right now it is the tense time of war, His Majesty left a table full of official duties and did not deal with them, but ran to the imperial mausoleum more than ten miles away, it is indeed suspected of negligence of duty.

Therefore, Li Baoquan raised his head and looked at the dark clouds in the distant sky, and said, "Master, it looks like the sky is about to change. It takes an hour or two to travel to and from the imperial mausoleum, so don't catch up with the rain."

Ye Qinghuai followed his gaze and looked up, only to see a mass of heavy clouds hovering over the palace in the north, very depressing.

It is indeed going to change.

Ye Qinghuai lowered her head and remained silent for a while.

"Go buy two umbrellas, buy a pot of good wine, and then come to the horse market in the west to find me." Ye Qinghuai said.

Li Baoquan was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, the emperor insisted on going in the end.

But looking at this, the emperor was planning to go on horseback.

Li Baoquan instantly felt that his nearly fifty-year-old bones had begun to creak.
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Ye's ancestral mausoleum was built at the northern foot of Anshan Mountain to the west of the capital.

The underground palace of the imperial mausoleum is very large, but they are all under the rocks.The only thing that can be exposed to the ground is a ten-foot-high Minglou, which is similar in style to the buildings in the palace, and the ancestral hall tablet is enshrined inside.

In front of Minglou is a spacious official road paved with bricks and stones, with two rows of straight pine trees planted on both sides of the road.

There was no one on the road.

Generally speaking, except for funerals and sacrifices, there are only officers and soldiers guarding the tomb here, and idlers are not allowed to approach.

The emperor suddenly appeared here single-handedly, causing Minglou to be in a hurry.

Ye Qinghuai didn't say anything, she went straight to the top of the building to the incense pavilion where the tablet was enshrined.

The Xiangge is not high, but the room is very large, square in length and width, and every vermilion rafter is engraved with complicated styles like pictures and characters, and mysterious talismans are painted in black ink on the windows.

The door of the Xiangge is locked, and from the outside you can vaguely see that there are individual shrines inside.

"Your Majesty, you cannot enter here!" As soon as Ye Qinghuai put her hand on the door, the mausoleum guard behind her immediately stepped forward to stop her.

"The stairs at the back are connected to the entrance of the underground palace. It is very dark. This door is a barrier between the human world and the underworld. Once opened, the ghost energy will corrode the human world. Your Majesty must not hurt the holy body."

Ye Qinghuai was overwhelmed by his face as if he was facing an enemy, put down his hands, looked at the marks on the rafters and windows, and thought that these were used to seal the spirit of ghosts.

She thought about it, and indeed, the sacrificial offerings to her were done outside this room before, and she never went in.But because she has always operated step by step according to the regulations of the Ministry of Rites, she didn't know that Xiangge still had such a saying.

"Concubine Lan, are you in there?" Ye Qinghuai asked.

When she opened her mouth, Li Baoquan suddenly realized.

No wonder the emperor insisted on coming here and asked him to buy wine. It turned out that His Majesty missed Concubine Lan.

Only the tablets of the emperor and empress can be enshrined in the Taimiao in the palace. Although Concubine Lan was promoted to the concubine position by Ye Qinghuai after her death, she is not worthy of entering the Taimiao.

So if Ye Qinghuai wanted to pay homage to her, he could only come to the Imperial Tomb.

"Yes. Concubine Lan's tablet is in the northwest corner." As he spoke, the lieutenant pointed into the room.

Ye Qinghuai nodded and said, "Li Baoquan, give me the wine."

Li Baoquan handed over the wine.Two palm-sized wine jars are heavy to hold.

"You all go down. Anyone who dares to come upstairs without my order will be killed." Ye Qinghuai said.

For a moment, Li Baoquan felt that the emperor had changed back to the emperor he was familiar with.

She always makes people feel the pressure of not being angry or arrogant.

The officers and soldiers guarding the mausoleum and Li Baoquan didn't dare to say anything, they filed down the stairs and waited in line in the doorway downstairs.

There was no one upstairs or downstairs, only the mountain wind was blowing like a sob.

Ye Qinghuai let out a long sigh, lowered his eyes, the light in his eyes was exhausted, leaving only exhaustion and confusion.

She sat down cross-legged outside the door, then picked up a wine jar, and lifted the red paper that sealed the jar, a strong aroma of wine immediately came to her nostrils.

Really good wine.

There was no wine glass at the moment, so Ye Qinghuai directly put the wine jar on the ground an arm's length away.

Then she opened another altar and held it in her arms.

"Baozhu, I'm here to see you." She looked at the closed door and said in a deep voice.

"Speaking of which, Fu Ling went to the gate of the palace that day, but he couldn't have a proper conversation with you."

After finishing speaking, she picked up the wine jar and raised her head to take a big sip.

It was completely overcast.The wind brushed against Ye Qinghuai's cheeks, lifting up her broken hair.

Ye Qinghuai didn't realize it.After drinking a glass of wine, she only felt that her chest was hot, and those words that were stuffed in her heart were finally able to spit out smoothly.

"That Du Zhengen who killed you, I have already executed him. He was executed in a dignified manner. Now everyone knows that he is a heinous person, and his bones have rotted in a random graveyard and cannot be included in the ancestral hall. You can go there with confidence."

She sighed again, supported her head, closed her eyes, and said regretfully: "I have lived till now, and I have never regretted anything. But I regret that I failed to protect you well."

Her voice was choked with sobs, she raised her head, looked at Xiangge in front of her, her eyes were full of despair, and said: "Baozhu, I will let you down, I can't be the emperor."

Ye Qinghuai took another sip, a blush appeared on her cheeks.

At this time, she no longer had the appearance of an emperor who would take life and death in daily life, but looked like a downcast ordinary person.

"If you see me like this, do you want to say again, you believe that I can be a good emperor?" Ye Qinghuai smiled wryly, and said, "But I can't do it well. It's too difficult."

"In the past, they coaxed me like a child and locked me in the harem. No one listened to what I said, and no one did what I wanted to do, so I just wanted to say the same thing and straighten the court. Now they are all afraid of me, but they also think that I am a tyrannical dictator and a foolish king who wants to use force."

Ye Qinghuai put the wine jar in his arms heavily on the ground, and said: "What do they know? The army of Beidi is full of remnants who follow the king of Beidu. In the previous life, these people overthrew me and Dajing. In this life, how could they let it go? Talk to them? Are you kidding me?"

She sighed, and said again: "But the front line is tight now. If we wipe out the remaining party of the Northern Capital King at this moment and implement continuous sitting, it will only break the morale of the army even more."

Ye Qinghuai picked up the wine jar, took another sip, and said, "Even if this battle is a waste of money and people, it must be fought. Although I am guilty of this alone, the merits will be shared by thousands of years."

Her eyes flicked across the looming shrines in the room, and she said: "I am afraid that in this life, it will be difficult to leave the reputation of Mingjun in the history books."

In the dark cloud-covered sky, there was a muffled thunder.

(End of this chapter)