Imperial Mausoleum Treasure

"I'm fine, the old man can't die now"!Old Zhengtou wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth with a pair of skinny old hands like firewood, and said pantingly.

Then, he struggled to sit up again, and leaned his wormwood-like head on the back of the chair to make himself more comfortable. At the same time, in order to save energy, he closed his eyes and said slowly:

"At that time, my third uncle was a little eunuch in the palace, and he had a good relationship with Li Lianying! He also had a little power. I followed my third uncle to those gardens! I still remember that in the magnificent and beautiful garden, there were grand palaces, exquisite There are pavilions and pavilions; there is a "buy and sell street" that symbolizes the bustling market, and a "mountain villa" that symbolizes the rural scenery; there are also the autumn moon on Pinghu Lake and the sunset on Leifeng that imitate the West Lake in Hangzhou, and the southern scenery that imitates Suzhou Lion Forest and Anlan Garden in Haining places of interest.

There are also those built in imitation of the poetic and picturesque feelings of ancient poets and painters. You are like Penglai Yaotai and Wuling Spring Scenery, all of which are like this.

This is a model of the architectural art of our Chinese, generations of our ancestors.What's more, there are countless priceless treasures in the Old Summer Palace, including extremely rare historical classics, and rich and precious historical relics.

There are all kinds of calligraphy and paintings of past dynasties, gold and silver jewelry, Song and Yuan porcelains, etc.This is a large treasure house of rare treasures, and it was the largest museum and art gallery in the world at that time, which is very impressive.

At that time, the three-character plaque of Emperor Kangxi Xuanye’s Royal Book had been hanging above the lintel of the Great Palace of the Old Summer Palace. Ever since I was a child, I liked to wander far in front of the gate in that area, hoping to see me holding a Fuchen's third uncle.

As for the treasure that was snatched at that time, it was gone to sea!

"--a goddamn bull-like British magistrate snatched a golden Buddha from a temple of five hundred deities, worth a thousand and two hundred pounds. And a magistrate, robbed Jewelry assets worth 1000 francs were seized.

The son of a high-ranking official in the French army took treasure worth 30 francs and filled several carriages.There is also a second-class commander of the British army named Helisi. He got two small three-story golden pagodas from the garden at one time, as well as a lot of other treasures. He found seven strong men to help him Transported back to the barracks.

This man became rich by robbing the Old Summer Palace and enjoyed it all his life, so he was nicknamed "China James".

These blond-haired and blue-eyed foreign devils, in addition to wantonly looting, there are countless things that have been spoiled by them.

There are a few houses full of silk and satin clothes. Foreigners don’t care about those Chinese clothes, so they drag the colorful clothes out of the boxes, throw them everywhere, and make a mess on the ground. In the house, the clothes on the floor can be buried up to the knees.

There are also some hungry wolf-like engineers, with sharp axes, smashing all the furniture to pieces, and taking off the precious gems on it.

As for the other people, the mother shattered the big mirror, throwing pieces of broken glass all over the place; other foreign devils held long guns, pointed them fiercely at the candlestick, and fired bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang Mouth laughing out loud for fun.

Most of the French soldiers, savagely wielding wooden sticks in their hands, smashed and ruined all the things that could not be taken away.When the French army temporarily withdrew from the Old Summer Palace on October [-]th, this beautiful royal garden had been ruined beyond recognition.

Speaking of this, Old Zheng was a little out of breath, and his voice also lowered, weak, like a gossamer, and intermittent, as if he would lose his breath at any time, but his mind was extremely clear, and his memory was really impressive. People are amazed! .

Then!He went on to say: "At that time, the Anglo-French coalition forces were fierce, and they looked like big animals. The citizens on the street were afraid to dodge. If anyone dared to meddle in their own business or was angry, they would just stare at them and they would go crazy. Pull the bolt, slam it at you, and your head will explode.

My poor boy is called Xiao Linzi!That's how he died, just because he didn't know how to avoid the foreign devils, and even gave a golden-haired devil a look!After death, those foreign devils poked a lot of blood holes with bayonets and turned into blood gourds."

Speaking of this, Old Zheng's head became even thinner. He huddled in the large old-fashioned jujube wood chair, looking like a skeleton, his face was also old and disfigured, and his face became like wax paper, without any color , seems to be a person who has lost his soul and is about to leave.

To him, this cruel and bloody memory was not a wonderful memory, but a terrible torture!His Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and the muddy old tears slipped down from his closed eyes, making people speechless and heartbroken.

But the seven young tomb robbers were all dumbfounded, and they didn't know how to comfort the poor old Zheng!

Old Zheng said without opening his eyes: "Children, don't go out. Even the army of the Qing Dynasty is no match for foreigners. Even the Lafayette and Emperor Guangxu in the palace have run away. If you go, you will die."

At this time, Seventh Brother's fist was clenched into iron bumps, and just about to speak, the clever and careful angel Yao Meier covered his big mouth, and at the same time said slowly to Old Zheng: "Grandpa, let's not go, If we don’t go, we’ll go home and close the gate, and hide to avoid disaster.”

After finishing speaking, he motioned for Seventh Brother to carry him to bed!

However, before they stretched out their hands, they saw Old Zheng closed his eyes tightly and began to pant heavily, then suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Xiao Linzi, I'm coming"!After finishing speaking, he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, spraying it onto the gray-white wall, and the wall was still dripping with blood.

Immediately, the Seven Tomb Raiders watched Old Zheng fall headfirst to the ground, dead.

This poor widowed old man has been alone since he was 41 years old, until he died of misery that day, and he didn't get better.

He always smiles when he sees people, because he doesn't know Seventh Brother's occupation, I see that he likes to fight against injustices and constantly help his neighbors, which is not particularly common in a year, so seeing Seventh Brother is even more respectful and affectionate , in his eyes, Seventh Brother is a young hero who donates money and righteousness.

But this kind and stubborn old man never accepts financial alms. Once Seventh Brother bought him two pig's trotters and three hard noodles, the old man was happy for several days, baring his yellow teeth. After eating, he also had diarrhea for three days, because he usually can't eat good food, and he would have diarrhea when he ate meat.

At this time, the sturdy Seventh Brother slowly seeped hot tears from the corners of his eyes, but he refused to drip for a long time.

The angel beside him, Yaomeier, was sobbing extremely, tears gushing like a fountain, and finally couldn't suppress it, and finally burst into tears!Crying into tears!

At this time, Er Dan, the Snake King, tilted his mouth, pointed at Old Zheng's head on the ground ignorant of the current affairs, and stammered, "Look, the old man is dead!"

Seventh brother knows that tomorrow is the 80th birthday of Old Zhengtou. This old man who has been alone for a lifetime was not burned to death by the two fires of the coalition forces, but he was pissed to death by the two fires 40 years ago and back then. up!

Seventh Brother squatted down, picked up Old Zheng's head, carried it to the kang with only a mat and a quilt, went to the coffin shop to fetch a good coffin, buried Old Zheng's head in the outskirts of Yongdingmen, and let his The soul can hear the sound of the Yongding River rushing day and night!

Because the land master said many times before his death that it was the place where he grew up with his grandma.

Standing on the bank of the Yongding River where Old Zheng's head was buried, Seventh Brother's young heart was beating violently, anger was burning wildly in his chest, anger and hatred burned his whole body!

I saw him facing the direction of the Old Summer Palace in the capital, howling like a wild wolf: "Bai Maozi, fuck your grandma"!People are already ten feet away!When I looked again, the person had already flown three feet away in the direction of Kyoto.