In the first year of heaven's gift (690), the Wu family established themselves as the emperor.
They changed the country's name to Song.
They set up a capital in Luoyang.
They called themselves the "Divine Capital" and established the Wu Song!
In the ninth month of the same year, they ordered the world to
Seek capable people. All the officials spoke up.
However,
The Martial Emperor insisted on his opinion, and all the capable people in the world headed to Luoyang.
In the tenth month, the Martial Emperor ordered the killing of many capable people.
The rest were all in danger.
In the eleventh month,
The Martial Emperor ordered all the capable craftsmen in the country to build a mausoleum. It was rumored that …
This tomb was extremely luxurious.
There were thousands of treasures inside.
Countless treasures.
After that, the Martial Emperor spent his entire life searching for capable people. He wanted to find a way to live forever, but in the end, he had no hope and died in front of the mausoleum.
In the ninth year of the new dynasty.
Many years had passed since the death of the famous Martial Emperor in history.
It had been so long that only some ancient families with a long history had written about how wise and powerful that stunning woman was.
Time was the most powerful sharpening knife.
It had worn away many scars in history.
The only small scars that existed were probably the stories of the Heavenly Empress and her sweetheart that were passed down among the people.
Legend had it that …
That beautiful Heavenly Empress had seen her sweetheart when she was young, and she remembered him for the rest of her life. Even though that sweetheart had passed away early on, she still sought out people with special abilities to revive him after she ascended the throne. And in the tomb where that sweetheart had been sleeping, there were also countless rare treasures buried with him.
Zhan Zhao looked at the rough hole in front of him and recalled the legend of this mausoleum in his memory. He couldn't help but frown. The little emperor led the officials south to hunt in the grassland not far from the Imperial Mausoleum. Who would have thought that an assassin would appear? The young emperor was shocked. The loyal Lord Bao naturally sent his trusted aide over.
Zhan Zhao had been chasing after the two thieves from the beginning. Along the way, the former had set up many traps that he had cleverly avoided. However, even so, they still escaped into the Imperial Mausoleum.
The Imperial Mausoleum was a royal matter, so Zhan Zhao did not dare to enter without permission. Coincidentally, the guard behind him finally caught up. Seeing that he was hesitating in front of the Imperial Mausoleum, he quickly came behind him and said, "Lord Zhan, what orders do you have?"
Zhan Zhao heaved a sigh of relief and ordered, "Hurry up and inform Lord Bao that the two thieves have infiltrated the Imperial Mausoleum and the guards are unable to enter."
The Personal Guard said, "Yes."
His figure quickly disappeared into the woods.
Fifteen minutes later.
In the tent on the grassland, the little Emperor sat high up in the middle. To his right were Bao Zheng and his subordinates. Opposite him were Imperial Tutor Pang and a series of ministers from various factions.
The bodyguard who was kneeling in front of the hall said in a low voice, "Reporting to Your Majesty, Bodyguard Zhan is tracking two people?
I have come to the Imperial Mausoleum and am unable to continue forward, so I have sent someone to you. "
At first, the little Emperor did not understand. After a while, he realized that the so-called imperial mausoleum was Her Majesty Wu Huang who had started the dynasty. He had mixed feelings about this Empress who had no blood relationship with the Zhao family. For a moment, he was stunned.
The ministers below looked at each other. None of them wanted to take on this heavy responsibility.
There was no other reason.
This matter was truly too troublesome.
Although the famous Empress was nominally the founding Emperor of the Song Dynasty, she was only nominally an adopted son. The Song Dynasty's royal bloodline still had the bloodline of the previous dynasty. Furthermore, the Empress' position was too awkward. After all, she was a concubine of the previous Emperor.
For a moment, no one knew what to do.
The old ministers all knew that when the Empress was on the throne, she could be said to be wise and powerful. The country was prosperous under her governance. Excluding her identity as a woman, she could be said to have done much better than most male monarchs.
Except for the fact that she liked to build mausoleums and was addicted to men, she had no other shortcomings.
The little Emperor was extremely embarrassed. Of course, he knew that the Empress was embarrassed in their royal family. But what about those two?
If they did not die, his anger would not dissipate. If they were just using the road to catch people, presumably, the Empress would not be angry.
Thinking of this, the little Emperor ordered majestically, "Enter the Imperial Mausoleum to catch those two?
I allow them to do so. "
Bao Zheng had no objection to the little Emperor's order. Although he knew that the little Emperor might not have given this order just to catch the two assassins. According to historical records, the one who lived in the Imperial Mausoleum was not the famous Empress.
There was a time when the folklore was 30% true.
Bao Zheng thought of the little Emperor's age and immediately understood. The young Emperor could be forgiven for doing anything, especially when he was suppressed by the ministers in the court.
Just as expected.
The next second, Bao Zheng saw the little Emperor quietly give him a look. He thought of his old friend, Virtuous King the Eighth's request.
He could not help but sigh. He did not want to go to the Imperial Mausoleum, but it was not up to him.
There was no other way. He could only be the sheep that stood out.
Under the shocked gazes of the ministers, Bao Zheng stepped out and said, "I am willing to go."
The little Emperor narrowed his eyes with satisfaction. A pair of narrow phoenix eyes that were very similar to those of the previous Emperors made him look like a little fox that had stolen fish.
After the discussion, the ministers all left.
On the surface, Bao Zheng took his guards and prepared to walk in the direction of the Imperial Mausoleum in the forest. In fact, they stopped when they passed by a small slope. After about half an hour, the little Emperor in casual clothes appeared in front of him with a little eunuch.
The little Emperor made a proper bow and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Sir Bao."
Bao Zheng, who was completely forced to do something that was beyond his ability, sighed. Basically, anyone could see his worried appearance. It was clear that this scholar did not want his little Emperor to do such an impolite thing at all. However, he had no way to stop it. He was also afraid that the little Emperor would be too greedy and hurt him. He could only reluctantly take him along.
With him watching, at least there would not be any accidents.
Bao Zheng silently comforted himself in his heart.
"Your Majesty, Guard Zhan has been waiting in front of the Imperial Mausoleum for a long time. We should hurry over." Bao Zheng quickly and efficiently finished his matter.
The group of people quickly arrived at their destination.
Zhan Zhao turned his head and saw a group of people coming over. He was a bit familiar with the person in the lead. When the person came in front of him, he said with a shocked expression, "Your Majesty!"
The little Emperor walked out of the forest with difficulty and said respectfully, "Rise, Guard Zhan."
Bao Zheng followed behind the little Emperor.
Zhan Zhao frowned and looked at Bao Zheng behind him with a disapproving expression. Originally, he had thought that at most, it would be Sir Bao who would come. Who knew that the latter had come and brought him a big burden.
This little Emperor was very precious.
Bao Zheng could not explain clearly. He could only smile bitterly and have Guard Zhan do his best to protect the excited little Emperor in front.
"…" Zhan Zhao silently withdrew his gaze.