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Chapter 2438 Your Majesty, I can¡¯t see you.

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    "Dongchang is only a few years old, and An Lun checked the situation of his family when he wanted to bring it up."

    Sun Xiang¡¯s logic was a bit confusing, and then he paused for a moment and smiled bitterly, laughing at the fact that he was not far from death.

    "Our family is old. His father was a gambler and lost all his family wealth, so he castrated him"

    This is probably a sad story: a gambler lost his eyes and had his son castrated and sold it to those who specially provided eunuchs for the palace at that time.  This kind of thing is not uncommon.  This kind of thing was not isolated at that time. Those with poor families would castrate their sons and then sell them.

    This type of castration is almost a joke with life, and the mortality rate is extremely high.

    "His father disappeared later, and he will definitely not survive."

    Sun Xiang recalled with some confusion: "His mother seems to have been abducted, and a younger sister followed her."

    "Did you tell me where you were going?"

    "It seems to be Fujian."

    Sun Xiang shook his head and lamented his memory: "An Lun has only been here for the past few years. He has been in Jinling for a long time, and he has worked hard and slowly climbed up."

    "That is to say, since he took up a high position, he just checked it once?"

    Sun Xiang nodded, and then asked: "Is there anything wrong with him? If it is of use, our family will go there."

    Fang Xing shook his head, "It's just some small things."

    Although Sun Xiang has been away from power for a long time, staying here alone has made him think about many things.

    "That's all, all we can say ishis loyalty will never be lacking."

    This was the last time Sun Xiang endorsed An Lun. He remembered An Lun he had seen from the window in the past.

    That An Lun who cried silently!

    Why!

    He watched Fang Xing go out, and then slowly returned to where he lived.

    This is a brick house. It is cold and humid in the mountains. There is a quilt drying outside the door.

    Is the rope pulled between the two trees, or Sun Xiang invited the guardian to help. Those people did not know his past experience, so he also said that he was pitiful.

    He walked to the front of the quilt, buried his face in the quilt, and took a deep breath of the sunshine.

    He raised his head and looked at the sunset and said, "This is the flavor of life!"

    "Eunuch Sun, it's time for dinner."

    The mausoleum guards not only have the mausoleum guardians, but also the army.

    Sun Xiang has been starting his own gang, but recently his eyesight has failed and he almost set the house on fire when he was setting fire, so the sergeants guarding the tomb took pity on him and asked him to join the gang.

    "Thank you very much."

    Sun Xiang turned around and said with a smile: "Thank you very much. It's just that our family ate too much at noon today and we dare not eat at night for fear of not being able to sleep."

    The person who came to call him was a sergeant. Hearing this, he said, "Shout if you have something to do."

    Sun Xiang agreed, and the sergeant turned around and ran away, shouting to leave some delicious food for himself.

    The sergeant¡¯s running posture is vigorous and full of vitality.  Even if they are guarding in this boring mountain, they can still find fun for themselves.

    Sun Xiang sighed and praised: "This is the day!"

    He put away the quilt and went in to make the bed.

    He just sat on the edge of the bed and looked outside, blankly.

    ¡° Countless years seemed to pass by in those eyes, moving forward one scene after another, but unable to look back.

    Before the last ray of sunset fell, those eyes were fixed.

    As darkness fell, Sun Xiang sat blankly, listening to the soldiers fighting not far away, and the children guarding the mausoleum crying and crying further away.

    In the past, he would have felt that this was blasphemy, a blasphemy against Emperor Wen and Emperor Ren.

    But now he just listened, as if he were a stubborn stone, motionless.

    The fighting gradually subsided, and the bored sergeants began to prepare for bed.

    Gradually, the mausoleum area became quiet.

    It¡¯s very cold in the morning and evening in early spring, and it¡¯s even colder in the mountains.

    Gradually there was a snoring sound outside, and the sound was very loud.

    "You should replace the snorer, otherwise you will alarm His Majesty!"

    In the faint voice, Sun Xiang began to move his legs and feet, and then stood up with difficulty holding on to the bed frame.

    He stood in the dark for a while, and then he felt some warmth under his feet.

    The door was still open, and there was a whistling sound in the night wind.

    Sun Xiang walked out??, and then look into the distance.

    There is no light in the distance and the sky is dim.

    The few rows of houses in front are the territory of the sergeants, and there is loud snoring at the moment.

    The living people are sleeping soundly, and the emperors also sleep underground.

    Sun Xiang slowly walked out of the house, his snoring gradually disappearing behind him.

    He walked onto the Shinto, then squatted on the ground and groped around.

    After pulling off a few hay, Sun Xiang stood up with difficulty, looked ahead and said, "Your Majesty, my eyes are not working anymore."

    Shi Wengzhong on both sides was lonely and speechless in the dark night. Amidst a rustling sound, a black shadow as big as a dog suddenly rushed past from the front.

    Sun Xiang didn¡¯t see it, he staggered forward.

    The black figure suddenly stopped and turned back. His green eyes looked at Sun Xiang who was walking slowly, and then he took a few steps forward.

    The shadow followed, unhurriedly and with graceful steps.

    Sun Xiang reached the end of the Shinto and touched the wall.

    There is a door here. Sun Xiang touched the door and sat down slowly.

    The black shadow behind him stopped, its flashing green eyes swept across the wall, then with an inaudible gasp, it turned around and walked away quietly.

    Sun Xiang sat on the cold stone floor with his hands in front of him.

    He looked at the closed door in front of him and murmured: "Your Majesty, I can't see you"

    He reached out and touched the door, and then said: "I became an orphan at the age of five. I found a way to live in the palace. When Emperor Wen was here, I promoted my servant. In the ceremonial prison, my servant did not find Huang Yan.  People are so bold. After going to Dongchang, this slave"

    He touched the door with both hands and suddenly started crying.

    "This slave is devoted to the Buddha, just to avoid going to hell after death. This slave has no roots!"

    He opened his mouth and cried, but his voice was not loud, just like shouting.

    The dark figure that had walked away might have sensed something. It turned back for the last time, stared for a moment, and then sped away.

    The night was getting darker, and Sun Xiang, who had always lowered his head, slowly raised his head, caressing the door carefully with both hands, breathing almost greedily.

    He turned sideways with difficulty and knelt down in the direction of Emperor Wen's mausoleum.

    "Your Majesty, this slave can no longer walk. I bid farewell to Your Majesty. I will still be willing to serve Your Majesty in the next life."

    He slowly sat down, clasped his hands together, and chanted in a low voice.

    "Manjushri Bodhisattva asked the Buddha to explain widely how Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's original vow of practicing ground-based cultivation can be accomplished. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's ground-based cultivation practice"

    His voice gradually stabilized and his expression became solemn.

    "If there are people in the future who are short of food and clothing, and those who ask for help are obedient, they may suffer from many diseases, or suffer from severe decline, their homes may be uneasy, their families may be scattered, or they may do many unruly things, disobey their bodies, and may be frightened in their sleep or dreams.  Horrible. When people like this hear the name of Ksitigarbha and see the form of Ksitigarbha, they are sincerely respectful and recite it thousands of times"

    "Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva"

    It was late at night, and the figure outside the gate was still kneeling there.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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