Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"The East Factory has only been a few years old, and An Lun checked his family's situation when he wanted to mention it."

Sun Xiang's logic was a little confused, and then he paused for a moment, smiled bitterly, mocking that he was not far from death.

"Our family is old. His father is a gambler. He lost all his wealth, and then castrated him..."

This is probably a sad story: a gambler lost his eyes and castrated his son and sold him to those who were then converted to provide eunuchs in the palace. Such things are not uncommon. These things were not isolated at the time. Those poor families would castrate their sons and then sell them.

This castration is almost a joke about life, and the death rate is extremely high.

"His father disappeared later, and he must not survive."

Sun Xiang recalled with a little bewilderment: "It seems that his mother was abducted, and his younger sister also followed."

"Where did you say the abduction back then?"

"It seems to be Fujian."

Sun Xiang shook his head and sighed with his memory: "Sun Xiang has been here in the past few years. He has been in Jinling for a long time, and he has been working diligently, so he slowly climbed up."

"In other words, since he was in a high position, he did a simple check once?"

Sun Xiang nodded, and then asked, "Is there anything wrong with him? If it is necessary, we will go to our house."

Fang Xing shook his head, "Nothing more than a few small things."

Although Sun Xiang had been away from power for a long time, staying here alone made him figure out many things.

"Fine, our family can only say... his loyalty will not be lacking."

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

That An Lun crying silently!

Why!

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

This is a brick house, cold and damp in the mountains, with quilts basking outside the door.

The rope was pulled from between the two trees, or Sun Xiang asked the mausoleum to help. Those people didn't know his past experience, so they said he was pitiful.

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

He raised his head to look at the sunset and said, "This is the taste of the day!"

"Grandpa Sun, it's dinner."

There are not only households who guard the mausoleum, but also the army.

Sun Xiang had been running the gang by himself, but his eyes were lost recently, and the house was almost set ablaze when the fire was burning, so the sergeants who guarded the mausoleum pityed him and asked him to follow him.

"Thank you, thank you."

Sun Xiang turned around and smiled and said, "Thanks a lot, but our family ate a bit more at noon today. I dared not eat at night because I was afraid that I could not sleep."

The one who came to call him was a sergeant, and upon hearing the words, he said, "Scream for something."

Sun Xiang responded, and the sergeant turned around and ran, shouting to save himself something delicious while running.

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

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

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

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

There seemed to be countless years passing by in those eyes, and the scenes went forward, but they couldn't look back.

Before the last sunset, the eyes froze.

When darkness fell, Sun Xiangcai sat, listening to a sergeant fighting not far away, and a child from a mausoleum guarding household crying further away.

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

But now he just listened, like a stubborn stone, motionless.

The squabbling gradually ceased, and the bored sergeants began to prepare for sleep.

Gradually, the mausoleum became quiet.

It is cold in the morning and evening in the early spring, and it is even colder in the mountains.

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

"It's time to change the snoring one back, or it will startle your majesty!"

In the faint voice, Sun Xiang began to move his legs and feet, and then stood up hard with the support of the bed frame.

He stood in the dark for a while before he felt a little warmth under his feet.

The door remained unclosed, and the night wind blew through, and there was a whistling sound.

Sun Xiang went out, then looked into the distance.

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

The rows of houses in front are the sergeant's territory, where the snoring is loud at the moment.

The living people are sleeping soundly, and the emperor also sleeps underground.

Sun Xiang walked out of this room slowly, and the snoring gradually disappeared behind him.

He stepped onto the Shinto, then squatted on the ground and fumbled.

After pulling off a few hay, Sun Xiang stood up with difficulty, looked ahead and said, "Your Majesty, the eyes of the slave and maidservant are gone."

Shi Wengzhong on both sides was lonely and speechless in the dark night, and in a rustling voice, a dog-sized black shadow suddenly rushed past the front.

Sun Xiang didn't see it, he staggered forward.

The black shadow suddenly stopped and turned back, looking at Sun Xiang, who was walking slowly, with a pair of green eyes, and took a few steps forward.

The shadow followed, calmly and gracefully.

Sun Xiang reached the end of the divine way, he touched the fence.

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

The black shadow behind him stopped. Its green eyes swept across the wall, then gasped in a low voice, turned around, and left quietly~www.wuxiaspot.com~Sun Xiang sat on the cold slate Up, hold your hands in front of you.

He looked at the closed door in front of him and muttered: "Your Majesty, the slave and maid can't see it..."

He reached out and touched the door, and then said: "The slave and maidservant became an orphan at the age of five, and found a way to survive when he entered the palace. Emperor Wen promoted the slave and maid when he was there. In the prison, the slave and maid did not find Huang Yan. People are brave. After going to the East Factory, the servants..."

He touched the door with both hands and burst into tears.

"The slave and maidservant are dedicated to the Buddha, just to avoid going to **** after death, the slave has no roots!"

He opened his mouth and wept, but his voice was not loud, as if he was shouting.

The dark shadow that has gone far may be feeling something. It turned its head for the last time, stared at it for a moment, and then speeded away.

The night was getting deeper, and Sun Xiang, who had been bowing his head, slowly raised his head, stroked the door with both hands, breathing almost greedily.

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

"Your Majesty, the slave and maidservant can't move, so I bid farewell to your majesty. The slave and maid in the next life will still be willing to serve your majesty."

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

"Manjushri asked Shizun to talk about the original wish of the Jizo Bodhisattva to practice according to the place, and how to achieve unthinkable things. The Jizo Bodhisattva practice according to the place..."

His voice gradually stabilized, his expression gradually solemn.

"If there are people in the future, lack of food and clothing, those who ask for good wishes, or have many illnesses, or are more ill, the house is disturbed, the dependents are scattered, or all kinds of unexpected things, there will be more troubles, and there will be more surprises between sleep and dreams. Fear. If you are waiting, you can hear the name of the Tibetan, see the shape of the Tibetan, you will respectfully, and recite it thousands of times..."

"Nan Wu Ji Zang King Bodhisattva..."

In the middle of the night, the figure outside the gate was still kneeling there.

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