Daming: My grandfather is Emperor Hongwu!

Chapter 248 Imperial Mausoleum
Both sides leading to the underground palace are full of huge stone statues.

Each stone statue is in the shape of civil servants and military generals, with solemn and calm faces.

The old man took Zhu Xiongying's hand, entered from the gate of Fengyang Imperial Mausoleum, walked through the Dan steps, passed the temple, and crossed the Jinshui bridge. The majestic treasure roof of the underground palace was in sight.

Around the mausoleum, there were still some leaves left on the trees in winter, and they swayed and fell in the cold wind, falling on the bluestone slabs on the ground.It moves with the wind and makes a rustling sound.

His father and father walked slowly in front, behind them was Fengxiang Hou Zhang Long, Fengyang Zhongdu left behind Nanxiong Hou Zhaoyong and dozens of Fengyang Zhongdu senior officials, all of them bowed slightly and respectfully followed.

"Today we didn't let people make a big splash!" The old man dragged Zhu Xiongying to walk on the Shinto, and said slowly, "We two worship our own ancestors, and we don't want outsiders to get involved!" , and laughed again, "It's fine to meddle, some people still want to teach us how to worship our ancestors!"

Zhu Xiongying looked at the majestic and cold imperial tomb, listened to the old man's words in his ears, and meditated silently in his heart.

Fengyang Zhongdu was completely built according to the model of the capital. The first to be built was the imperial mausoleum, next to the imperial mausoleum was the imperial city, then the Taimiao Temple of Heaven, and various palaces, including the mansions of Liugong and 27 princes.

The whole city is actually somewhat larger than the capital city, but no matter how big it is, it is not as lively as the capital city. On the contrary, these magnificent buildings standing in the fields make the sky look a little depressing.

Historically, this great but always empty city was burned down by the peasant uprising army at the end of Ming Dynasty, and then continued to be dilapidated for hundreds of years.

Only when there are people in a city can it be alive, so what if it is taller than the sky if there is no one?
The same is true for a country, if the people cannot live and work in peace and contentment, no matter how tall the city is, it can block the anger of the people!

Suddenly, the old man stopped in his footsteps.

Zhu Xiongying followed the eyes of the old man. Right in front of the two of them, in a brick pavilion, a stone tablet with the head of a dragon and the back of a turtle, more than twenty feet high and six feet wide stood proudly. Regular script, majestic and majestic.

"Is this the emperor's mausoleum stele made by your grandfather?" Zhu Xiongying asked.

"Yes!" The old man nodded, "Grandson, go!"

Every descendant of the Zhu family will go back to Fengyang Imperial Mausoleum to worship their ancestors after they reach adulthood.Before the top of the treasure, read aloud the imperial mausoleum to show the meaning of not forgetting the original.

For the children of the royal family, this is a ceremony, but for the old man, it is a kind of inheritance.

Zhu Xiongying walked over slowly, a eunuch had already laid down a cushion in front of the stele.

But he didn't even look at it, he just knelt on the hard and cold stone slab, kowtowed three times devoutly, and began to read aloud.

"In the past, my father and emperor lived in this place, and the agriculture was difficult and hesitant day and night..."

Listening to his grandson reading aloud the inscription he had written by himself, the old man looked deeply at the top of the imperial mausoleum where his biological parents and elder brother were buried.

For a moment, his thoughts seemed to return to decades ago.

Zhu Chongba, who was muddy, exhausted, tightened his trouser belt, and couldn't stand up straight because of hunger, had just come down from the hillside when a neighbor's child ran over, "Chong mynah, you're gone!"

The young Zhu Chongba ran towards the house in a panic, but just as he was halfway, another partner ran over, "Brother, Ye Niang is gone!"

There was a buzzing sound in his head, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and he rushed into the house with tears in his eyes. As soon as he entered the house, he saw his elder brother, that thin and thin arm that was about to hang down.

The young Zhu Chongba rushed over crying, and his elder brother on the sick bed had only one breath left.

"Brother, there is still half a bowl of porridge in the pot, warming it up." As he spoke, his elder brother's arms fell down and his eyes were closed tightly.

Thinking of this, the old man's eyes turned slightly red.

He clenched his teeth tightly, trying to straighten his back, his hands clenched into fists in his sleeves.

"The owner of the landlady doesn't care about himself, he shouts loudly, and if he doesn't touch the land, the neighbors are melancholy!"

The old man's thoughts gradually drifted away with Zhu Xiongying's reading aloud again.

His parents died, his elder brother died, and he, a living person, had to arrange their affairs after death.

Our ancestors told us that when we are alive, we have to eat and wear clothes, and when we die, we need to bury ourselves in the earth.But his Zhu family, how can there be a fixed point of land that belongs to him.

He cried and patted the door of the landlord's house, begging the landlord to give him a piece of land, even if he sold himself into slavery, he only wanted to bury his parents.But all he got was the landlord's scolding and expulsion.

Fortunately, a good person gave a piece of land, but the weather is not good.The wandering heavy rain turned the century-old brother of his parents into a swamp, watching his parents and brother's body soaked in the yellow muddy water in the straw mat.

The young Zhu Chongba could only look up to the sky and cry loudly, shouting hoarsely, "Father! Mother!"

Later, he became a monk and was driven down the mountain to beg for a living monk.

During the day, he walked aimlessly on the road, and when he saw a village with cooking smoke, he went to ask for alms.Sometimes he couldn't eat a full meal for several days, and was often woken up by the morning dew when sleeping in the mountains.

At that time, he always asked God over and over again, where is the way out for me, Zhu Chongba.

It seemed that he moved the heavens.

He took off his monk's clothes and still joined the army, and the begging bowl in his hand became a murderous knife.

"The law of the ancestors is not strong, and the hero is benevolent. I am the sixth master of Zhang Huang, flying the flag and horns, the brave serve, and the wise praise. I personally conquered Jingchu, conquered Pinghuxiang, and the three seedlings, and Guanghai entered the border. .”

Tears fell down his eyes, and the old man looked at Baoding.

"Father, mother, big brother, we are back, Chongba is back!" The old man strode forward, every step was slow but heavy, "We built the largest grave in the world for you, and we let you enjoy the richest grave in the world!" You are a sacrificial offering, we have named you the emperor, and when we arrive at the underworld, Lord Yan will kneel down to you, old man."

"All the ancestors of our Zhu family turned over because of us. From now on, when others mention our Zhu family, we will no longer be tenants who can't afford to eat, but the family of the emperor! Wealth from all over the world, with a promise, all people in the world will be driven by the Zhu family !"

"But father, mother, brother! How much we miss, how we want to see you again! How much we want to talk to you, how much we want you to call us Chongba again!"

Zhu Xiongying stood up and followed the old man's footsteps.

There are not only the old man's footprints on the bluestone board, but also the old man's tears.

"Grandfather! Don't cry!" Zhu Xiongying took the old man's hand, "If you cry, how can the great-grandfather and great-grandmother in the mausoleum feel at ease!"

Suddenly, the old man was taken aback.

Then he quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at Baoding, and laughed in a low voice, "Brother Father and Mother, Chong Ba brought Brother Ying to see you!"

As he spoke, he said to Zhu Xiongying, "Da Sun, kneel down!"

In front is the Vajra Wall facing the shadow wall, which is the center of the imperial tomb.

Zhu Xiongying knelt down without hesitation and kowtowed reverently.

"Father and mother!" The old man also knelt down and said, "The son is here. The son has brought the eldest son and grandson of our Zhu family. The son has brought him here to kowtow to you two elders and to our family's ancestors!"

"The emperor is above, and the unfilial son Xiongying kowtows!" Zhu Xiongying said, and kowtowed again.

Then, the grandfather slowly got up.

The eunuchs already guarding the mausoleum slowly opened the gate leading to the top of the treasure, revealing the stairs inside.

"Let's go!" The old man pulled Zhu Xiongying hard, "Go up, and give your grandpa and grandpa more soil!"

(End of this chapter)