Because no one has taken care of the coal mountain for more than three years, many places have been swallowed up by bushes. Therefore, even though Wei Liangchen was an old local snake in the palace and one of the many eunuchs who were ordered to go up the mountain to carry the body, he still searched on the mountain for a long time before he decided to decide where Chongzhen had to hang himself.

"Long live, it's here, that's right. Mr. Chongzhen, who was ridding Wang Chengen's body from this tree, hung it on this tree."

After all, as he was old, Wei Liangchen was a little dizzy and almost regarded an old willow tree that looked like an old locust tree.

Lu Si nodded and walked under the old locust tree with obviously crooked trunks.

The crooked tree is ironclad.

A group of guards looked at the old crooked locust tree in front of the King of Chuang curiously. This tree was nothing strange. What was strange was that this tree once hanged an emperor.

Lu Guangyuan kept spinning around the old locust tree, sometimes touching, sometimes stretching out his arms to wrap around, and sometimes looking at the white silk hanging place that the old eunuch pointed to.

Jiang Xueyi's heart suddenly became a little heavy for some reason. Although he, a former Ming Jinshi, hated the Emperor Chongzhen because of what he saw and heard, at the place where Chongzhen was hanged, he suddenly had the urge to kneel down and even wanted to cry loudly.

Fan Ba ​​looked indifferent and disagreed with the curiosity of the guards. Isn’t it just hanging the emperor’s old locust tree? What’s so rare and what’s so fuss about? It’s really unsightly. You must know that your Fantou not only burned Confucius’ temple, but also went to dig Confucius’ tomb at night.

That Saint Kong is no rarer than an emperor!

The surroundings of the old locust tree are full of weeds. Song Xiance suggested that Li Zicheng erect a monument here and build a pavilion. On the one hand, it was to show that this place was where Chongzhen hanged himself, and on the other hand, it was also considered that Dashun expressed respect for Chongzhen who died for his country, and at the same time, it was also warned by later generations.

Unfortunately, before it was implemented, Dashun was forced to evacuate Beijing. The Qing Dynasty, who entered Beijing, buried Chongzhen in a grand funeral, but he didn't care about the place in Meishan.

Lu Si stood motionless, his eyes staring at the old locust tree, without making any sound for a long time.

He calmed himself down and immersed himself in more than three years ago.

It seemed that he saw Chongzhen staggering from the foot of the mountain to the old locust tree. His imperial robe was cut by branches, one of his shoes fell off, and his crown and hat fell on unknown where it fell.

It seemed that he saw Chongzhen kneeling under the locust tree in grief and anger, beating the ground over and over again, and shouting: "I am not the king of the country who has destroyed it. I have worked hard for seventeen years and worked hard to govern it, but why did he end up changing the mountains and rivers and destroying the country who has destroyed it? Oh God, why did you want me to end like this! My ancestors, why didn't you bless my grandson!"

Chongzhen hated him, Chongzhen was unwilling to accept it, and Chongzhen even didn't understand why his people wanted to rebel and forced him to death!

It seems that when he saw Wang Chengen, who was also dressed and disheveled, kowtowing, he kept kowtowing: "The Emperor is not the king of the country that destroyed. Since the Emperor ascended the throne, he has been pious and respectful, abides by the ancestral teachings, is diligent in the government affairs, and is not addicted to alcohol and sex. It is God who wants to destroy the Ming Dynasty, and God who wants to destroy the emperor."

It seemed that he heard the sound of cannons in the distance, the sound of thousands of troops rushing towards the foot of the mountain, and the cheers of thousands of people.

It seemed that he saw Wang Chengen crying and crawling forward to finish his hair for Chongzhen, but Chongzhen pushed away the loyal old slave and spread all his long hair on his face, because he had no face to see his ancestors underground.

Finally, Chongzhen trembled and put his head into the silk cover, his body fell heavily, and he never moved again after struggling instinctively in the air.

"Your Majesty, I'll be here to accompany you now, I'll be here to accompany you now!"

The moment Wang Chengen's body was frozen, Lu Si reached out and beat the old locust tree hard, let out a long breath, and then said to Jiang Xue beside him: "Remember!"

Jiang Xue was shocked and bowed, saying, "Listen."

"In the past, Manchus was abolished when the name of the ancestral temple was entrusted by Chongzhen, and the posthumous titles were also abolished. In the future, whether it is the history or the written and written by the Central Government of Dashun, the name of the Chongzhen temple shall be based on the name of Yizong of the Nandu, and the posthumous title is Emperor Lie."

Out of respect for Chongzhen, Lu Si did not want the Dashun regime to catch up with the posthumous title and temple name for Chongzhen, and decided to give Chongzhen a posthumous title and temple name two years ago.

Jiang Xueyi hesitated and said that if Dashun was orthodox, then Shun Chengming would be given a posthumous title and temple name to Chongzhen, the last emperor of the previous dynasty overthrown by Dashun. If it is based on the remaining forces of the Ming Dynasty in the Nandu, it seems to be incompatible with the etiquette and law, and it will have a certain impact on the legal inheritance of the Dashun regime.

"There is no need to make any comments on this matter. Emperor Yi Zonglie is very good."

Without explaining, Lu Si looked at the old eunuch Wei Liangchen, who lowered his eyebrows and eyes, half-beared, and his hands were hanging down, and said, "Go and bring the things."

"Yes, long live!"

The old eunuch quickly came to the hands of the two guards and brought two bundles of paper money over.

Lu Si said to Jiang Xueyi, Fan Ba ​​and others: "You quit five feet and Guangyuan stay."

"Yes, the King of Breaking!"

Everyone hurriedly followed the order to retreat to the outside circle.

"master?"

Guangyuan didn't know why his uncle asked him to stay, so he asked everyone else to step down.

Lu Si did not explain, and just asked Guangyuan to kneel down.

Guangyuan was even more confused, but he still said "Oh" and knelt in front of the old locust tree.

Lu Si took a deep breath and knelt down, and said to the void under the locust tree: "Chongzhen, today is not the King of Dashun's Chuang, nor is it the Emperor of Dashun kneeling on you, but my uncle and nephew are kneeling on you. In the past, my uncle and nephew are also your people."

After saying that, Guangyuan asked the paper money to ignite it.

Lu Si grabbed a stack of paper money and lit it and slowly placed it under the locust tree. He said in the void: "Some people say you are a good emperor, some people say you are a bad emperor. I think you should know better or worse than anyone else in the Nine Springs."

After saying this, Lu Si never spoke again, and just silently burned paper money under the locust tree for Chongzhen under the nine springs.

The white smoke burned by paper money soared into the air like smoke from cooking fires.

The two bundles of paper money were piled up together and burned not completely. Lu Si asked Guangyuan to fold a small stick to pick up the paper money that was not burned completely. While picking it, he asked his nephew: "Do you know why the master brought you to burn two pieces of paper money for Chongzhen?"

Guangyuan thought for a while and said, "Do you want to tell me that Chongzhen is actually quite pitiful?"

Lu Si shook his head and said, "Will the emperor be pitiful?"

"That master?"

Guangyuan is a little confused.

"I'm telling you that if our surname is Lu, we will come here to hang ourselves if we don't treat the people well in the future."

Lu Si put down his little stick, lowered his head and kowtowed three times to the void.

"oh,"

Guangyuan followed suit and kowtowed to the void three times, then looked up at the uncle and said with great resoluteness: "Don't worry, lord, one day, I will definitely accompany you here to hang myself. Can't I be as good as the old eunuch named Wang?"

Lu Si was relieved that his nephew's filial piety was never fake.
Chapter completed!