My wife is number one in the world

Chapter 2337

After Young Master Liu left the city gate with his wine bag in hand, he scanned the white snow scene in the wilderness outside the city, wandering aimlessly for 100 years.

Regarding the existence of this girl Ren Qingrui, he was really helpless and didn't know what to do.

Eating her is indeed not a loss. After all, she is young and beautiful, and she is as beautiful as a flower. On the contrary, she has made money, but what about after eating?

There is a one-and-a-half year difference in age, after Yun'er and others have succeeded for a hundred years, will she be left alone to guard the juniors below for two or thirty years until she dies?

I can't be as ruthless as other high-ranking families. A concubine can become a plaything for exchange at will, and I don't know which family will end up in the grave.

Especially this girl has an inexplicable relationship with Li Ye.

Whether she is her or not, this is a pimple that cannot be ignored.

It's almost dusk.

Dusk in winter comes very early, and it is much darker than the other three seasons.

Young Master Liu stared blankly at the imperial mausoleum in the suburbs of Beijing in front of him. He never imagined that after wandering aimlessly for a long time, he would finally come here.

Subconsciously wanting to turn around and leave, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed on the white snowy field.

"Who is it? The royal mausoleum is important, report your name quickly, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!"

Liu Mingzhi was stunned when a dozen Xuanjia Mausoleum Guards armed with crossbows appeared behind the white snowdrifts. At this moment, they were staring at him cautiously, and slowly moved towards him with the chain crossbows in their hands. I approached myself.

The poisoned crossbow flashing with jet-black light is already on the string, and it may be fired at any time.

Liu Mingzhi came back to his senses, raised his hand to signal that he didn't have any weapon in his hand, and touched the token at his waist in a leisurely manner.

While throwing the token to the captain of the Huling Military Academy, Liu Mingzhi said loudly, "It's Liu Mingzhi!"

The lieutenant of the guarding army lowered his head to look at the token in his hand, and subconsciously raised his head when he heard Young Master Liu's words, while the rest of the guarding army subconsciously pressed the arrows of the hand crossbows to the ground.

More than a dozen mausoleum guards looked at Young Master Liu with complicated eyes. They were the mausoleum guards guarding Li's imperial mausoleum. Facing Liu Mingzhi, the new king who rebelled and proclaimed himself emperor, and took over the Li family, they were still in a hurry. I really don't know how to say goodbye.

After a long silence, the captain first saluted hesitantly: "We...we see... see... Your Majesty!"

"We, the Great Dragon Guarding the Mausoleum Army, see Your Majesty."

"Don't be too polite, let's all be free!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"You guys continue to be on duty, I just turned around and left."

"This... yes, I will retire."

After more than a dozen tomb guards retreated slowly, Liu Mingzhi looked very complicated. He hesitated for a long time before walking towards the entrance of the imperial mausoleum. Passing by the place where the tomb guards appeared, he subconsciously glanced at it, and then suddenly realized.

No wonder they appeared so abruptly. It turned out that under the snowdrift was a spacious crypt that could not only rest and keep out the cold, but also monitor the surrounding situation.

Looking at the surrounding snowdrifts that were similar every twenty or fifty steps, Liu Mingzhi understood and walked towards the imperial mausoleum again.

After a while, Liu Mingzhi tightened his cloak and walked towards the entrance of the imperial mausoleum.

Outside the Broken Dragon Stone, a dim oil lamp flickered faintly, illuminating the dark entrance with a faint light.

Old Zhou's thinner figure than before was kneeling on the futon beside the low table as always, silently turning the rosary in his hand.

"Old...Old Zhou!"

Lao Zhou's rickety body shook suddenly, his neck slowly turned, and he looked towards the entrance of the imperial mausoleum.

Looking at First Young Master Liu who was standing alone not far away, looking at Young Master Liu with old and dim eyes was a little excited, but at the same time complicated and disappointed.

Picking up the dilapidated dust whisk beside the incense burner on the low table, he stood up tremblingly, and walked towards First Young Master Liu slowly with his hunched waist.

"Consort... Consort! You are here."

Liu Mingzhi stared blankly at the old Zhou who was like a rotten tree, and his eyes couldn't help but feel a little sore. The title son-in-law was so familiar back then, but now it's so strange.

Suddenly smelling it again, I feel helpless and sad, ironic and nostalgic.

After blinking hard a few times, Liu Mingzhi nodded silently.

"Come here, wandering out of the city with a wandering mind, wandering involuntarily to the land of the imperial mausoleum.

I wanted to leave directly, but then I thought, since I have come here, it is better to come in and see the old friends.

Old Zhou, after we parted that year, how are you doing now? "

Lao Zhou nodded with moist eyes, wiped the corners of his eyes lightly with his withered palm, nodded tremblingly and bowed in a big salute: "Well, everything is well.

The old slave thanked the son-in-law for caring, thanked the son-in-law for caring. "

"Get up, get up!

What are you doing?Do we still need this? "

"Thank you son-in-law, this old slave is confused, please sit down, son-in-law.

The place is simple, please don't dislike it, my son-in-law. "

"Hey! Don't dislike it, the place should be simple! Sit comfortably."

The two knelt and sat on the futon silently, and Lao Zhou lifted the copper pot on the stove that had long been invisible, poured a bowl of tea, and handed it to First Young Master Liu.

"It's freezing cold, my son-in-law, drink some tea to warm up your body."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you."

Liu Mingzhi held up the tea to warm his palms, looked at Lao Zhou who had poured a bowl of tea himself, and sighed silently.

"Lao Zhou, the empress mother is in good health, and she will surely live a long life. All the empresses in the clan's residence are also healthy in body and mind, and live a worry-free life.

I don't know when the imperial mausoleum will be completely closed. How many years will you keep guarding the mausoleum like this?
If it doesn't work, go back to the capital for a while, so we two old friends can catch up. "

Lao Zhou shook his head sadly, and looked up at Li Zheng's spotless, yellowed portrait above the incense table, his eyes full of respect.

"Don't go, don't go.

Although this place is simple and crude, the old slave is content to spend the rest of his life with His Majesty.

My son-in-law, this old slave's body is getting worse day by day, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the day when all the broken dragon stones accompanying the mausoleum fall down and completely seal the mausoleum.

I'm afraid I won't be able to keep that day.

Nothing serious, the old slave dared not leave again.

The old slave was afraid that if he left, he would never come back here again.

We have served His Majesty for more than half our lives, he is used to it, and so is this old slave.

If you don't see His Majesty after the future, and he is not used to being served by other servants, he should be furious.

The old slave has already said hello to General Xiao of the Mausoleum Guard Army. One day in the future, when the old slave dies, he will bury his body outside the entrance of the imperial mausoleum.

We have to guard His Majesty's mausoleum for a lifetime.

If you die, you can still keep guarding.

For an eunuch like Lao Nu, it was a good beginning and a good end! "

Liu Mingzhi looked at Lao Zhou's cloudy and calm eyes with agitation: "Old Zhou, have you...have you had dinner yet?"

"Just used it. Has the son-in-law not eaten yet? Let's go ask General Xiao to bring you some food."

"no, I'm fine.

It's good to eat it, life here is hard, haven't you had a drink for a long time, right?

Come, my son-in-law treats you to a drink. "

"This... this old slave, let's be bold and presumptuous in front of His Majesty."

After Lao Zhou finished drinking the tea in the thick porcelain bowl, he put the tea bowl in front of First Young Master Liu.

Young Master Liu also drank the cooled tea in the bowl, took off the wine bag on his waist and filled two bowls of wine.

"Please!"

"The old slave respects you."

There were no appetizers, so the two sat opposite each other around a wine bag, chatting and pushing glasses.

Talk about the past, talk about anecdotes, talk about the future.

Only tacitly, no one mentioned the assassination of Fengyundu back then and Liu Mingzhi's rebellion and usurpation of the throne, and the matter of proclaiming himself emperor.

It's just that the two old friends who met under such a scene were drinking the best wine in their mouths.

It's also full of sorrow!

The sky was dark and night fell, Young Master Liu left the imperial mausoleum with an empty wine bag, and walked slowly towards the capital on the snow.

From then on, Young Master Liu's life seemed to be busy.

While guarding the fortune-telling booth and waiting for Zhou Baoyu and the others to return to the capital, he nestled in the shanty and wrote with a brush.

But no one knew what he was writing.

Even when Tao Ying, the pretty woman who always stayed by his side, asked curiously, Young Master Liu just smiled noncommittally.

Until the eighth day of December in the third year of Dalong Taiping, Zhou Baoyu and others personally escorted Shi Bisimuerte and others to the capital.

In the study in the inner courtyard of Liu Mansion, Liu Song stopped outside the door and patted on the door of the study: "Young master, young master!"

In the study, the wolf hair in Liu Mingzhi's hand stopped suddenly, and he looked towards the door: "What's the matter?"

"He's back to Beijing! General Zhou and the others escorted the Western Turks, and the important generals of Tsarist Russia and Russia have returned to Beijing. Now they have entered the inner city, and they can rush to the gate of the palace at any time."

"Finally home."

Liu Mingzhi murmured a word softly, put away the rice paper written on the desk case and put it in the drawer.

"Go, tell the young lady, prepare the formal attire for the young master and me!"

"Yes, the little one will leave first."

(End of this chapter)