"The East Factory has been around for a few years, and An Lun checked the situation of his family when he wanted to mention it."

Sun Xiang's logic was a little confused, then he paused for a moment, smiled bitterly, and laughed at him as 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 turned to the palace to provide eunuchs. This is not uncommon. This is not isolated at the time. Those poor families would castrate their sons and sell them.

Such castration is almost a joke about life, with a very high mortality rate.

"His father disappeared later, so he must not be able to survive."

Sun Xiang recalled in confusion: "His mother seemed to have been abducted, and a sister also followed her."

"Where did you tell me about the detour?"

"It seems to be Fujian."

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

"In other words, since he was in a high position, he just checked it so simply?"

Sun Xiang nodded and asked, "Is there anything wrong with him? If it can be used, we will go there."

Fang Xing shook his head, "Just a few trivial matters."

Although Sun Xiang had been away from power for a long time, he had figured out many things when he was alone here.

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

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

That silent crying An Lun!

Why!

He watched Fang Xing go out, and then slowly returned to his place.

This is a brick house, which is cold and wet in the mountains, and there is a quilt outside the door.

Did the rope be pulled between two trees or was Sun Xiang asked the tomb guardians to help? Those people didn't know his past experience, so they even said 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 looked up at the sunset and said, "This is the taste of the day!"

"Eunuch Sun, it's time to have supper."

There are not only guarding the tombs, but also troops.

Sun Xiang has been running his own house, but his eyes have been terrible recently. He almost lit the house during the fire, so the soldiers guarding the tomb felt pity for him and asked him to join him.

"Thank you, thank you."

Sun Xiang turned around and said with a smile: "Thank you, but our family ate more at noon today and didn't dare to eat at night, for fear of not being able to sleep."

The one who came to call him was a soldier, and he heard this and said, "Call me if you have something to do."

Sun Xiang responded, and the soldier turned around and ran away, shouting to leave something delicious for him while running.

The soldiers' running posture is agile and full of vitality. Even if they are guarding 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 sat beside the bed and looked outside, dazed.

It seemed that countless years passed in his eyes, and he went forward one by one, but he couldn't look back.

Before the last sunset fell, the eyes were fixed.

As darkness came, Sun Xiang sat in a daze, listening to the soldiers fighting not far away, and the children of the tomb guards were crying and howling even further away.

In the past, he would have thought it was blasphemy, a blasphemy against Emperor Wen and Emperor Ren.

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

The fight gradually subsided, and the bored soldiers began to prepare to go to 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 outside, and the sound was very loud.

"It should be replaced by those who snore, otherwise it will alarm Your Majesty!"

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

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

The door has not been closed, and the night wind blows, and there is a whistling sound.

Sun Xiang walked out and looked away.

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

The rows of houses in front are the territories of the soldiers, and there is a loud snoring at this moment.

Living people are sleeping soundly, and the emperor is also sleeping underground.

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

He walked up to the Shinto and squatted on the ground and groped.

After pulling off a few pieces of hay, Sun Xiang stood up with difficulty, looked ahead and said, "Your Majesty, my eyes are no longer good."

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

Sun Xiang did not see it, he staggered forward.

The black shadow suddenly stopped and turned around, looking at Sun Xiang who was slowly moving, and then took a few steps forward with green eyes.

The black shadow followed, calm and elegantly paced.

Sun Xiang walked to the end of the shrine and touched the wall.

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

The black shadow behind him stopped, its eyes flashing with green light swept across the wall, then gasped in a low and inauspicious manner, turned around and left quietly.

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

He looked at the closed door ahead and murmured: "Your Majesty, I can't see it..."

He reached out and touched the door, and then said, "I became an orphan at the age of five and found a way to survive when I entered the palace. When Emperor Wen was there, I promoted me. In the Silijian, I did not find the courage of Huang Yan, a villain. After going to the East Factory, I..."

He touched the door with both hands and suddenly started to cry.

"I am dedicated to the Buddha, just to avoid going to hell after death. I have no roots!"

He opened his mouth and cried, but the sound was not loud, as if he was shouting.

The black shadow that had already walked away might have felt something. It turned around for the last time, stared at it for a moment, and then accelerated to leave.

The night gradually became deeper. Sun Xiang, who had been lowering his head, slowly raised his head, stroked the door with his hands, and breathed almost greedy.

He turned sideways with difficulty and knelt down towards Emperor Wen's mausoleum.

"Your Majesty, I can't walk anymore, so I say goodbye to Your Majesty. I will still be willing to serve Your Majesty in the next life."

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

"Manjushri Bodhisattva asked the Buddha to talk about the original vow of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's causal practice, how to achieve inconceivable things. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's causal practice..."

His voice gradually stabilized and his expression gradually became solemn.

"If there are people in the future who are not well-fed and have enough food and clothing, those who seek will be disregarded, or have many illnesses, or are more unlucky, their family is uneasy, their relatives are dispersed, or any other unrest, they often come to offend their bodies, and there will be many fears in their sleep. Such people, if they hear the name of Ksitigarbha, see the appearance of Ksitigarbha, and are sincerely respectful, and recite them ten thousand times..."

"Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva..."
Chapter completed!