The imperial mausoleum is in the eastern suburbs of the capital, embraced by Jieshan Mountain, surrounded by Luoshui, and it is a heavenly and earthly mausoleum. The corner tower of the main mausoleum in front is heavy, the jade platform of Zhumen Road stands in a forest, the hall is majestic and majestic, the pine and cypress are green and the green mountains and rivers are lonely. There is the burial place of the emperors of the Longjing Dynasty, the emperor and the queen dragon son and grandson, the dead are sacrificed, the living are sacrificed, and the golden jade clothes are buried together. Even if there are tens of thousands of mansions, in the end only one seat sleeps, this is a good saying, it makes no sense, an emperor can say this as well as a beggar, but it is deception or self-deception-

That has nothing to do with Fang Yin, the common people of the imperial tomb are not allowed to enter, even the dignitaries and dignitaries are not allowed to enter, and what is related to Fang Yin are the two auxiliary tombs. One is in the northeast of the city, the other is in the southeast of the city, and it is the civil and military officials of the Longjing Dynasty who are buried, serving before their deaths and accompanying them after their deaths, which is a gift and an honor. The tomb is also extraordinary, and the monument is also thousands, whether it is a dragon vein spirit cave or not, whether there is a fairy spirit to touch, this seat is the glory of the ancestors, this seat is a symbol of identity, dead and alive.

The cemetery of the people is not here, but in the west of the city.

The tomb of the ancestors of the Fang family is in the southeast of the imperial tomb, and Fang Yin came to worship.

The sky is dawning, and everything is hazy.

"This is your grandfather, that is your grandfather, this is your uncle, that is your second uncle-" Fang Xie didn't speak, it was Rob who spoke, Fang Yin was listening: "That's the eldest grandmother, that's the second grandmother, that's the third aunt, that's-" Fang Yin didn't look at it, and he couldn't listen, only the tablet in front of him: the spiritual seat of the deceased wife Xiaowan.

The husband is respectful. Zi Jizhi.

It's only half a person tall, and it's not big, but it's ink. Vermilion words.

Left front. is Fang Yin's monument: the son of Fang Yin. The Tomb of the Chronicle. The father was loyal, so he took the test first.

There's learning here.

Learning is that this monument cannot be erected at all, and the ancestors have passed away and the descendants have erected monuments since ancient times.

Therefore, the examination is the father, Lao Tzu set up a monument for his son first, and claimed to be the first exam, which is unlucky. Big bad luck!

Of course, General Fang didn't care, what he cared about was Rob: "Yes, yes, the spirit rises!"

When you raise the stele, you have to raise the spirit, you must know that there is a small corpse buried under the stele, which is another Fang Yin-

One is alive and the other is dead, but where is it going?

One is true, one is false, for whom is the monument erected?

It's kind of ridiculous. There are also some difficulties, and Fang Yin does not move. But teach Rob how to be good?

If it comes, it will be safe, this is the opinion given by General Fang.

Fang Yin had no opinion.

The coming day is long, and he is slow to calculate, this is also the opinion given by Fang Yin.

Rob has a lot of opinions.

But Rob can't help it, just a few days of getting along with Rob already knows that this father and son are the same in their bones, the same tough!

Father and son are of the same opinion, and this spirit cannot get up.

Fang Yin has only one thing to do here, and that is to kowtow to her and her mother.

Call Mother again.

"Mother, mother, mother, mother, I am-" Of course, a mother is not enough, of course, the head knocks down and can't get up: "I'm Fang'er, Fang'er has come to see you, mother! mother!mother!" "In the end, it's still a mother's mother, and the pregnancy in October is full of pain, including hard work, and the water and milk melt into the flesh and blood, and pay whoever is full of pains: "The son is not filial, the son is not filial!

There are three unfilial pieties, no queen is great, Fang Yin is a big unfilial piety!

So when he was crying on the ground and heartbroken, Rob dragged the weeping and sighing General Fang to a distance and began to discuss with him. What was discussed was the matter of the succession of the Fang family, and this matter was urgent, and Rob had already started worrying about it a month and a half ago. Rob just loves to worry, and the other party's affairs have to worry more than his own affairs, because the Fang family is Rob's home, and Rob is the Fang family's people, this is God's eye-opening, and the Fang family is not the queen: "Mother!

"Whose girl is it better to marry?Zhang family, Wang family, Li family, or Zhao family?" Of course, Rob had already done his homework, and counted more than a dozen in one go, and then asked: "How many daughters-in-law should I marry? one?two?three? or four?" Of course, in Uncle He's opinion, his young master is handsome, and his character is also good, he is a perfect person, and no girl is worthy of him: "It's all over! Come and fill the house with three wives and four concubines and eighteen concubines, and give birth to him with a full house of one hundred and eighty children and grandchildren, lord! Rob was extremely excited, and tears welled up in his eyes for a while, Rob had already seen the prosperous scene of the Fang family in the future: "The son is not filial!

"Master, master!" It can be seen that people are thriving, a sea of joy, countless little ancestors surround Rob, hug in their arms, sit on their knees, ride on Rob's neck Rob is also willing, Rob is also willing to be a cow and a horse: "You say, you say!" But seeing his own master, he didn't take it to heart, just shook his head and smiled, with a helpless look: "Rob!" Yes, up and down, the old Fang Xiaofang, you are blind from here, people may not be able to see it: "Okay, okay, don't say it!"

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it!"

"I know, I know!"

"Rob Rob, I'll marry you when you marry your daughter-in-law, okay?"

"Rob Rob, you're so long-winded, don't worry about my affairs, don't worry about what I say-"

That was back then.

"Master, master!" The tragedy of the year was about to repeat itself, and Rob could never accept it: "Master—"

Fang Yin was taken aback, and turned his head sharply, but saw that not far away, Rob had already fallen to the ground crying, and rolled around like a child: "No! No!

And his father was half-squatting aside, as if he was coaxing and persuading, saying something.

"God!" then cried a spirit, and he couldn't cry with a clean heart, and the son was not filial to his father, and it was the upper beam that was not right and the lower beam was crooked: "Little ancestor!"

Stunned, Rob stepped forward and took off, and in a blink of an eye he was ecstatic: "It's done!"

"Tell Rob quickly, it's so hard to hide from the old slave!"

"The girl surnamed Lin is still a fairy daughter? Ming'er is going to prepare a dowry!"

"Later, I will do a happy event, immediately enter the cave room, give birth to one hundred and eighty of him, and then talk about it!"

"The old slave is not old, his body is very strong, he is only over seventy, and he still has decades to live!

As it was back then.

The sun rises in the east, the blue sky is like a wash, and the white cooking smoke of the road is set off, making the world quiet and beautiful, and full of vitality. Fang Yin walked on the way back, as dizzy as when he came, with Rob present, the father and son were generally not quiet, and he was speaking alone in nine and a half of the ten sentences. It is said to be the middle of winter, it is not cold here, there is no warm sun and warm snow, and the good mountains and rivers are suitable for living. At this time, I was on the hillside, overlooking the west, and I saw the imperial city, and thousands of households were in the atmosphere.

Wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes, take a deep breath, walk the path under your feet, and hold your chest up.

Yes, the deceased is long gone, and the living are like Sifu, no matter what, Fang Yin must live well, so that the soul of his mother in heaven can rest in peace.

Rob was right, it's all over.

This is another road, an unusual road, Fang Yin will go on.

But to make one-mindedness immortal, the future is infinitely possible, this is life, this is hope, this is the reason to live.

The gears of fate turn, and a new chapter begins. (To be continued......)