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Mrs. Gao happily put down her things and walked towards him with light steps.
She is still young and likes bright colors. Her flower-like age makes him feel full of vitality.
The girl¡¯s eyes were full of admiration, and her docile attitude satisfied him. Just as Rong Tuying shook her hand, someone from outside sent a message:
"Seventh Master."
Rong Tuying let go of Gao's hand.
Mrs. Gao didn't dare to pester him. Seeing that he left without looking back or even comforting her, her eye circles became red.
The Zending Temple, which has a mountain path dug out, is located about twenty or thirty miles south of Luoyang. Standing on the dug road halfway up the mountain, you can still vaguely see the scenery of Luoyang.
The large number of men summoned by the corvee were holding the sun above their heads, standing so densely packed from the foot of the mountain to the excavated mountainside that the end of the captain's dragon could hardly be seen at a glance.
Since Emperor Jia'an agreed to Tu Yingzhi's suggestion to build the Zen Temple, hundreds of strong men from all over the Tang Dynasty came here every day to do the corvee work.
With the number of people increasing recently, the speed of digging mountain roads has naturally become faster and faster.
Halfway up the mountain, a very tall man wearing Tsing Yi raised the hammer in his hand and hammered hard on the nails that had been driven into the cracks in the rocks.
Every time he raised his hand, muscles would rise high on his shoulder blades on his back.
His clothes were soaked with sweat, causing sweat to drip down his face with every movement he made.
The clothes on his body were almost all attached to his strong and muscular body. His hair was just pulled up casually, and there was already a look of stubble on his face. He lowered his head and, like every man around him, was doing something. live.
The sound of flapping wings of birds flying over his head was heard. He knocked twice more, and a large amount of dust splattered on the ground. Only then did he let go of the hand holding the iron drill and looked up to the sky.
Under the sun, white pigeons seemed to be brushing against the shadow of the sun, and they quickly flew towards the Zending Temple under construction on the top of the mountain. He threw away the things in his hands and walked towards the other side.
The supervisor on the side stared at this side. He picked up the wooden ladle in the bucket on the side, scooped up water and poured it on himself. The supervisor quickly turned his face away.
Someone below saw the movement here, raised his head and glanced this way, and then lowered his head.
It was almost dark, but the sound of 'ding-ding-dong-dong' could still be heard from the mountain wall, and the sound spread very far in this quiet evening.
At the foot of the mountain, people who had just finished working hard for the day were gathering in twos and threes.
These people were called in response to the decree of Emperor Rongtu Yingzhao of Jia'an earlier when he was building the Zen Temple to serve the annual corvee for each household.
We were strangers to each other half a year ago, but during this time, nearly seven or eight thousand people came one after another, all from places closer to Luoyang with official seals.
After a tiring day, many people scrubbed their bodies, ate some coarse food, and then got into their own habitats to rest.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Out out secretly at night and rushing toward the mountains.
On the top of the mountain, most of the main hall of Zending Temple was originally built, but now it has been almost emptied.
Under the night, the neatly dismantled stone bricks were piled aside. The leader looked anxious and whispered to hurry up.
The stone bricks were dismantled one by one and stacked into boxes. People here have been dismantling them since they got the news after noon. At this time, they are almost dismantled, and they have been packed for sixty or seventy loads.
The big man standing aside to supervise the work ordered a group of people to carry the box down the mountain first. It was not until midnight that most of the box was filled, and then he urged the remaining people to carry it down again.
Suddenly, the sound of the water that seemed to be on the ground came from the ground, and the sound came from near and far. I wonder if it was the illusion. The big man seemed to hear the sound of the sound when rubbing his clothes.
The smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger. He looked around with some vigilance. There were no trees or springs on the top of the mountain. Where could the sound of dripping water come from? He shouted loudly:
"Who's there?"
"It's really hard to find a place even if you wear iron shoes. It takes no effort to get here." As soon as he finished speaking, a voice suddenly sounded.
The big man was taken aback, and this was no small matter.
The night wind on the top of the mountain was extremely strong, bringing with it gusts of fishy wind that made people sick to smell it.
??It¡¯s not easy to make a big show of what everyone is doing, and they didn¡¯t even bring torches. Under the bright moonlight at night, the big man at the head saw at a glance that on the temporarily dug stone road, an extremely tall man led a team of people and silently blocked the road.
The people who went up the mountain slowly lit the torch. The linen soaked in tung oil in the bamboo tube ignited when it caught the fire. It burned very loudly. The big man saw that the knife in the hand of the man who spoke had some spots on the blade. The blade was curled, and red blood was dripping down.
The man picked up the knife and walked to the boxes on the side. Some of them were already locked. He picked up the knife and slashed down hard.
With a 'clang' sound, the lock fell, and he opened the lid of the box, revealing the bricks that had been pasted with mud inside.
He took the tip of the knife and scratched it on the brick a few times. After the thin layer of mud on the brick fell off, the golden color inside was revealed.
"Your Majesty." Some people in the team followed up one after another, surrounding the people on the top of the mountain.
Tonight, these people were in a hurry to transport the money and leave Luoyang, so they were ambushed.
At this time, the leader of the big man somehow remembered the flying pigeon letter from Rong Tuying that he had received at noon.
Your Majesty? Which prince today has the ability to quietly lead people to ambush here?
The big man couldn't help but think of King Qin Yan Zhui, but shouldn't he be in Youzhou? Why are you here?
The next moment, he could no longer think about so much. The defense at the foot of the mountain seemed to have been broken. The unknown people and horses surrounded the remaining hundreds of people on the top of the mountain.
Chanding Temple originally accommodated many Tu Ying people, but Yan Zhui had been secretly observing the deployment since he disguised himself and hid in Chanding Temple.
When the Queen Mother passed away that day, when he rushed back from Youzhou to attend the funeral, he discussed this very matter with Emperor Jia'an.
Emperor Jia'an had long wanted to get rid of the Rong family, but he wanted to get rid of the remnants of the family in this way, but he couldn't do it recklessly like Taizu did at the time.
He wanted to feed Rong Tuying's appetite so that some of the families that Taizu could not completely wipe out in his later days would rely on him to survive and make the Rong family stronger.
And now, it¡¯s time for Emperor Jia¡¯an to close the net.
When the Queen Mother passed away and Yan returned to Luoyang for the funeral, Emperor Jia'an once proposed that he wanted to fish out the Rong family with money from the treasury.
After discussing with Yan Zhui, he ordered him to take five thousand elite confidants, disperse them, and sneak into the surrounding areas of Luoyang.
Emperor Jia'an also revealed to Concubine Rong his depressed thoughts due to the death of the Queen Mother.
As expected, Concubine Rong discussed with Rong Tuying and felt that an opportunity had come. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com