The fat spider impatiently wanted to crawl away with the glass bead in his arms.
I hate it, don’t poke my butt! I don’t want to pee!
Ming Lanruo chuckled, held up her chin lazily, and touched a few bristles on Dahuang's forehead.
Dahuang was so excited that all eight of his paws were spread out, and all eight red eyes narrowed in comfort.
Ah, that's pretty much it, the witch should serve this Spider King!
Next time he won't pluck her hair!
…
The carriage soon arrived at a deserted village. There was no one else in the village, only a few old men guarding the tombs.
On the mountain behind the village, just like other small villages, there are tombs behind the mountain, but there are only twenty tombs on this mountain.
In front of the tomb there are only a series of unmarked steles.
But today, all the people standing in front of these twenty wordless monuments are the red-blooded backbone who secretly dispersed from Ming Fei's Mansion.
Although they were disguised in different appearances, everyone looked solemn.
Grandma Wang carried a bucket of wine and a spoon for pouring wine, and sprinkled wine on the grave bags one by one, chattering all the way.
"It's been a long time since I've been here to see my old friends. I think everyone misses them very much."
Ming Lanruo also came here for the first time and saw these twenty tombs——
There are a total of twenty Route Army troops in the Red Blood Army. Currently, half of them are buried in the border areas, and the other half have been forced to move into hiding and dispersed into eighteen provinces, hiding their names.
The only thing left was that Aunt Wang and her people secretly set up a tomb for her former military colleagues, and quietly buried the few relics she could collect in it.
Now, in front of the tomb, there is an altar with a sharp heavy sword on it, which is the Huntian Sword of Xiao Shuai, the spiritual leader of Red Blood.
It was Ming Lanruo who used a trick to burn down the black market and snatched back the relics.
She took out a white cloth strip and said calmly: "At the ceremony!"
All the people standing in front of the tomb raised their hands and tied the plain white cloth strips on their foreheads.
In front of the altar, Ming Lanruo, dressed in plain clothes, took three pillars of incense and raised them above her head: "Bow!"
Everyone bowed in unison to pay homage to those red-blooded comrades who were buried at the border twenty years ago with no trace of their remains!
Joining my Red Blood Army, we are all brothers and sisters, sharing the joys and sorrows!
"Bow down again!" Ming Lanruo bowed down again.
Everyone bowed again, this time to pay homage to the blood, tears and injustices of the past.
"Three thanks!" Ming Lanruo stood up and shouted again.
This last bow is a tribute to the ambition that neither time nor conspiracy can conceal, and never give up!
Everyone's eyes were red, and they stared intently at taking the wordless tablet.
Ming Lanruo took the wine glass handed over by Grandma Wang and poured it in front of the tombstone.
"Grandfather Xiao Shuai is on top, and the comrades of the Twenty Red Blood Army who died in vain are on top. Ming Lanruo is here to lead the orphans of the Red Blood Army to pay homage to the Red Blood heroes!"
"Twenty years ago, the three armies marched together, and tens of thousands of horses marched to the border, marching vigorously and drinking heavily. Today, Lan Ruo and his comrades from the eighteen provinces reunited in front of the Legion's cenotaph, and swore an oath——"
Ming Lanruo was dressed in men's clothing, her eyes were cold and firm, and she spoke authentically every word.
"We, the survivors, must rectify the name of our Red Blood Legion - you are all heroes who protect your home and country, not a defeated army!!"
The people behind her all wore white mourning on their heads, and all knelt down on one knee with tears in their eyes——
"Darkness is coming, I will slash my red blood in front of millions of people, my blood will splash on the sky and the earth, and I will not retreat until I die!"
Sad and suppressed cries slowly spread through the mountains and forests.
Ming Lanruo raised her hand gently, and paper money was scattered all over the sky.
She held the Huntian Sword placed on the altar and looked coldly at the paper money all over the sky.
"If the hero's soul is still here and returns, and all the kings are watching from the sky, I will sacrifice the head of the faint king to my relatives of the Xiao family and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who died in vain!!"
She flipped her wrist, the sword was as bright as snow, and her murderous aura was everywhere!
…
"Ah - Commander Xiao, Uncle Xiao, don't... don't kill me, you taught me all my martial arts!!!" A scream came from the hall.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" Concubine Xian was startled. She immediately sat up, looked at the panting Emperor Ming beside her, and quickly patted him on the back.
Emperor Ming's face turned pale and he gasped: "Huh...huh...I...I...I dreamed about Xiao Shuai, and he wants to kill me!"
Seeing this, Concubine Xian knew that he was having a nightmare, so she had no choice but to take a handkerchief to wipe his sweat: "Your Majesty, Commander Xiao has been dead for more than 20 years, you are just dreaming."
Emperor Ming looked in a trance at the gorgeous palace lantern hanging beside the bed and the virtuous concubine beside him.
He suddenly let out a long breath: "Yes, he has been dead for so many years. This is a dream, it is a dream!"
"That old bastard has long been dead. The people from Northern Mongolia said that they killed him and his sons and trampled them into a pulp with hundreds of galloping horses!"
Emperor Ming murmured to himself, as if trying to comfort himself: "The Northern Mongolian people said that they left only Xiao Shuai's hand as a souvenir for me. The Northern Mongolian people hated Xiao Shuai and those of the Xiao family.
Major Generals, how could you let them live!"
Concubine Xian's face turned pale after hearing this, and she was frightened.
Although she had been with Emperor Ming for many years, she vaguely knew some inside stories.
But it was the first time she heard Emperor Ming say these things that she didn't know in a daze, and she still felt horrified.
Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, will she survive today? The noble concubine Xian couldn't help but tremble.
"Your Majesty, the soothing tea is here, please take a sip." Lao He personally brought a cup of tea over and said softly.
Emperor Ming immediately took it and was about to drink it when he suddenly stared straight at Lao He.
Lao He immediately understood, and he took a small spoon lying beside him with familiarity, scooped up a spoonful of soup and drank it.
When Emperor Ming saw this, he drank the decoction with confidence.
After the slightly bitter and warm decoction went down, Emperor Ming felt that his panicked heart had calmed down.
He looked at the sky and asked tiredly: "Lao He, what time is it?"
"There is still a quarter of an hour until midnight, and it is almost time for Your Majesty to get up. Today is the day of the great court meeting. His Royal Highness King Qin and the Governor have arrived at the side hall early to wait for you." Lao He said respectfully.
Emperor Ming did not go to court every day. He only went to court on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, and he had to "cultivate immortality" on weekdays.
Naturally, the rest of the work was left to the nine-thousand-year-old Cang Qiao to approve the work on his behalf.
Emperor Ming took a deep breath and felt a little restless, but he had to get up: "Okay, wait for me to undress."
Lao He came over immediately and, together with several young eunuchs, skillfully put Emperor Ming into his dragon robe.
Emperor Ming finished changing his dragon robe, looked at Concubine Xian, and said with a cold expression: "Concubine Xian, how many years have you been with me?"
Concubine Xian immediately knelt down with a plop and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, I have been following you for eighteen years."
"Eighteen years, well, even though you haven't been with me since your residence, you are still an old man. You know what to say and what not to say. The only woman beside me who can live for more than eighteen years, besides the queen, is you."
Emperor Ming said calmly: "I don't want you to follow in the footsteps of the empress."
"Yes, I understand. I haven't heard anything today!" Concubine Xian kowtowed tremblingly.
Emperor Ming waved his hand: "Please step back."
Concubine Xian immediately felt as if she had been granted amnesty. She immediately put on her clothes and retreated crawling on the ground.
"Let's go, don't keep Cang Aiqing and Ye'er waiting for too long." Emperor Ming frowned slightly, not sure whether it was a good idea to let Concubine Xian go.
If you kill her, there will be no one in the palace to help you, so forget it.
…
In the side hall.
Cang Qiao and Shangguan Hongye each occupied a chair and sat at two ends.
Shangguan Hongye looked at Cang Qiao coldly——
The man was dressed in a python robe and was sitting lazily on a chair, closing his eyes and concentrating. Two young eunuchs were beating his legs beside him.
He looks more like an emperor than an emperor. It’s really breathtaking!