Repugnant Gateway

If it is the first time to enter the Jinling City, there are two places for them to go. One is outside the palace, because of the strong security, it will feel a lot of emotions from a distance. The imperial palace and the holy court are connected together. The imperial palace is on Jinling Mountain and the holy court is under Jinling Mountain. Looking far away, you can see the magnificent palaces. Among the saints complex, the most dazzling is the stone monument called the heroic monument. The stone monument is more than 100 meters long, and the names of all the warlords who have sacrificed for Daxi since the founding of the country are carved on it.

And another place is Dalie Mountain. Dalie Mountain is on the east side of Jinling City, about thirty miles from the Royal Palace. Dalieshan not only has beautiful scenery but is magnificent, the most important thing is that there are giant stone carvings of the Holy Emperors of all dynasties. On the west side of Dalie Mountain, a row of giant sculptures over 100 meters tall towered. Everyone who has been here will feel the solemnity and majesty of those stone carvings.

The place where An Zheng has visited the most is Dalie Mountain. He likes to sit on that smooth big stone, carrying a jug of wine and looking at the stone carvings of those emperors from afar. Every time he came, he was grateful. Without the efforts of the Holy Emperors of all dynasties, the Daxi people would not have a prosperous and peaceful life now.

Every Daxi people must also thank Daxi for its strength.

Like Anzheng, Shenghuang Chen Wunuo likes to go to Dalieshan. But every time he goes, few people will know. It is very strange that Chen Annuo will go every time An An argues. Putting on an ordinary person's clothes, without a guard, he walked all the way from the palace to Dalie Mountain. He once said to An Zheng that every time he walked towards Dalie Mountain, he walked like a pilgrimage.

No one can object to this. In the eyes of the Daxi people, the emperors of the past are saints.

The setting sun has fallen, dragging everyone's shadow long and long. Chen Wunuo, dressed in a gray cloth, walked slowly through the crowd like an ordinary tourist from outside. He likes to see the solemn and awe-inspiring expressions on the faces of those people, which is the recognition and respect for their Chen family. He also likes to follow the crowd holding flowers and walk in line to put the flowers under the feet of a sculpture, each time with different feelings.

Those people will never know that one day, the gentle-looking man who follows or walks in front of them is the Great Emperor Daxi who exists like God in their hearts.

Chen Wunuo is a man who looks very elegant and handsome. In his face, he is about forty years old. This is the period when men have the most taste. But no one knows, maybe even he himself has forgotten whether he has lived a hundred years or a thousand years. Powerful cultivation for the realm has given him much longer life than ordinary people, and has also given him incomparable confidence. He doesn't need any guards, because no one in the world can hurt him.

It is precisely because of such self-confidence that he never cared about whether the following people had rebellious thoughts and how they planned and prepared. Because no matter who is prepared no matter how, the prerequisite is that they can kill him. In fact, no one can do it.

He is like the only loophole in this world, a character loved by the designers of this world.

Far away, he saw the big rock that Anzheng had often sat on. He walked over, climbed up on a big rock, learning to contend, and sat down, then took a jug of soft but mellow old wine from the space. Take a sip and say thank you to the sculptures.

"You are back, although it is not complete."

Chen Wunuo muttered to himself: "I know I'm sorry for you, people are always selfish, if you want to choose, if you can only choose one of you and my own son, then it can only be him. I know you The respect for me is because you think I am the most qualified monarch in the world. You always say that you can see the hope of the future in me, four words ... just and strict. But in fact, I am after all Their father. "

Chen Wunuo looked at the sculpture in the distance and said: "Maybe my father and grandfather will scold me. If they beat me, they might want to beat me. After making that decision, I also regret it, but I The position does not allow me to regret it. But there is one thing you should believe me, the heavy equipment is trying to touch the bottom line I do n’t allow them to touch. If he really touched it, I will send him to **** to see you surface."

"The person who destroyed one gate in Aolai City, Dongshan Prefecture, is you. I know it must be you, but it is just an incomplete soul. But even so, it is still overbearing and speechless. That gate is a heavy weapon. I ’ve been involved in framing you. I originally wanted to destroy it. I just wanted to keep these non-influential things to see how bold the weight is. Since you are destroyed, you should let You are out of breath. "

"But after all, you are just a remnant soul. Sooner or later, it will disappear. If you are out of breath, you still have to disappear."

Chen Wunuo raised his head and looked at the sun that was about to fall in the distance.

"Under the whole world, only you understand my heart. If you are still alive, you will be able to understand why I turned a blind eye to those small movements in the dark."

He stood up and sprinkled the remaining wine in the jug on the stone: "I am already the best monarch in the world, so I want to try to be a good father. But now it seems that it does not make sense to be a good father. It is far better to continue to be a good monarch. "

He dropped the hip flask easily and walked away step by step.

At the same time, An Zheng, who had completed the filing in the First House, left the First House and stepped towards the Dalie Mountain step by step. I don't know why, he thought he would most like to go back to the Ming Division, but chose Dalie Mountain. The road leading to Dalie Mountain is extremely wide, at least over 60 meters, and such a wide road can only be seen in Daxi. In such an era, the construction of such a wide and flat road is a huge project, and small countries often cannot afford it.

On the north side of the road, Chen Wunuo walked silently among the crowd.

On the south side of the road, An Zheng looked at Dalie Mountain, which was clearly visible in the distance, with great emotion.

Chen Wunuo wouldn't know even if he saw An Zheng, the young man was once his most satisfied man. And Anzheng missed an opportunity to meet Chen Wunuo directly.

Two people staggered across such a wide road. If the road is not that wide, maybe An Zheng will notice Chen Wunuo.

Life is like this, and it will never be so good.

An Zheng walked to Dalie Mountain and walked through the sculpture with the last group of people holding the flowers and placed the flowers at the foot of a sculpture. He stood on the spot, looked up at the towering stone sculpture, and said silently that I was back.

Then he used to walk towards the big stone habitually, and then remembered that he should go to the passing wine shop to buy a pot of wine that he once loved most. After thinking of this, Anzheng suddenly realized that he had changed, and was no longer the first cold noodle of Ming Fasi. He has forgotten to buy wine, he is no longer a fight.

Standing in front of the big stone, An Zheng smelled the wine. The taste was familiar, and An Zheng saw that there were still no traces of dryness on the stone.

His face changed sharply, and then he quickly turned around and rushed out in a crazy direction. He ran wildly among the crowd, searching for the figure he was once familiar with.

No, I was chased outside the palace and was stopped by the forbidden army. I still didn't see it.

An Zheng has some regrets in his heart. If he pays attention to it, he may see Chen Wunuo.

He turned away, and the soldiers who stopped him gave him a contemptuous look. An Zheng vaguely heard the soldiers talking in a low voice, and said that they looked down on the turtles who looked down on those who came from the foreign country and saw that they could not walk the palace. An Zheng didn't want to care about anything, he just regretted it.

Anzheng once again turned around and walked towards his favorite wine shop. It took him an hour to get there, and it was completely dark when he arrived. The restaurant is not a restaurant. Although there will be some snacks and wine here, it is not closed at night like the restaurant. The owner of this restaurant is a lame man, and he doesn't know how good luck it is to marry such a beautiful lady boss.

An Zheng entered the door and looked at the remaining small dishes. After calculating it, it was about half an hour before the restaurant closed, so I ordered two small dishes and a pot of old wine.

He habitually walked to the table where he used to sit, but was stopped by the charming boss lady.

"I'm really sorry for this little brother, this is your first time to come to us. This table is not reserved for guests, it is ... it is sealed by us."

"Seal?"

An Zheng froze for a moment, looking at the boss lady: "Aunt Gu, why?"

Aunt Gu froze for a moment: "Do you know me? Have you been here before?"

An Zheng froze for a moment, then smiled apologetically: "No, just know your name when listening to others before entering the door."

Aunt Gu yelled and pointed to another seat by the window: "It's closing, there is a place in the house, go over there. This seat ... no one can sit in the future."

An Zheng asked: "Why?"

Aunt Gu shook her head: "Why should I tell you? Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand ... An old friend of our couple used to like to sit and drink, but he has passed away. So that place, We do n’t plan to use it to make money anymore. Every day I look at it, when in a trance, I always think he is sitting there drinking. "

An Zheng felt a pain in his heart, and then comforted: "People can't be resurrected from death, and people who are alive can't disrupt their lives because of a dead person."

Aunt Gu: "You are right, but it has nothing to do with you."

She put the wine down, turned around and walked back to the counter. Su Mu, the boss with a scar on his face and one leg limping out of it, glanced at Anzheng and lowered his voice and said: "In the future, you should not talk to strangers, OK, let people know, our little business is still Will it open? "

Aunt Gu snapped down her account book in her hand: "I said, I just want everyone in the whole Jinling City to know that the table was once the first adult and no one else deserves to sit there, how? "

Su Mu quickly smiled: "It's okay, you're just as happy as you are. I'm not doing it for you. Let the people in the church know that it will inevitably cause trouble."

Anzheng sat there and shook his head with emotion.

He said thank you silently, but knew that this thank you had no meaning.

At this moment, the curtain was lifted from the outside, and a few people walked in from the outside, and it was not a good thing at first glance. The most advanced is a fat man with a fierce look on his face. He picked the curtain and invited the outsiders to come in. The one who came in was a tall, thin man with his hair scattered and covering half of his face. A small man walked in at the end, looking inward and shy.

When An Zheng saw these three people, he knew he would not be happy to drink this wine.