Sun Chengzong left the torture room and turned back to the MIIT.

He Xilian, the head of the Military Intelligence Department, followed Sun Chengzong and whispered: "Marson, we have found out that this substitute should be from the Duke of Wei. Judging from the confessions of those gangsters, he had an affair with the Sixth Lady, and his words may not be fake."

Sun Chengzong walked like the wind, his face was as iron as iron, and said, "No matter whether it is true or false, go and check it. Luo Yangxing must be found!"

"Yes." He Xilian hurriedly said.

Sun Chengzong took a few steps and said, "How is the Shenlong Mansion?"

He Xilian said: "I have sent the second class director to go there in person. We must keep calm in the line of Luo Yangxing's transaction with Japan. But how should we use this matter?"

Sun Chengzong said, "I have sent an order to Yang Sichang to give him a complete command on the Ma Island. After finding Luo Yang's character, you go to Ma Island and carefully discuss a safe way to do everything. Also, the secret letters and passwords must be changed frequently and must not be deciphered by Japan..."

He Xilian said: "Yes. The lower official will take people to the imperial tomb himself to find out."

"etc."

As soon as He Xilian was about to leave, Sun Chengzong called him but said nothing.

He Xilian stopped and said, "Marcenary?"

Sun Chengzong pondered endlessly but still didn't say anything.

The imperial tomb, except Emperor Taizu, was buried there. Logically, the imperial tombs should have been built for more than ten years since the emperor ascended the throne, but the emperor announced that it would stop construction shortly after he ascended the throne, because "I am still young, don't hope I die?" This delay lasted for more than ten years. Even the Ministry of Works has built a large-scale construction and dug rivers to build bridges a few years ago, but it has not involved the imperial tombs.

The government and the country seemed to have forgotten this matter.

Now, if the MIIS wants to go to the imperial tomb, the first thing to do is to get the emperor's approval. That place cannot be visited by anyone who wants to, especially the guards.

Sun Chengzong suddenly looked up at He Xilian and said, "Where is Your Highness now?"

He Xilian looked at the sky and said, "It should be a class in the small book hall in the Qianqing Palace, and the Baigu Pavilion Master gave a lecture."

Sun Chengzong pondered for a moment and said, "You go to the emperor to ask for an order first. By the way, according to the regulations, you cannot enter the imperial tomb. Please ask a high prince to lead the way."

He Xilian was puzzled and said, "Sir, this kind of thing was always done by King Ping. Now, should we ask the king to believe in it?"

Sun Chengzong glanced at him and said, "If you want to go, go."

He Xilian didn't know what Sun Chengzong meant. Seeing that he seemed a little angry, he quickly raised his hand and said, "Yes."

Sun Chengzong looked at his back, thought in his heart, and shook his head slightly.

Today, this person is often reasonable and unexpected, and cannot easily accept it. He is already in his seventies and can't do much.

He Xilian entered the Qianqing Palace and quickly received the order. He came back to report: "Sir, the emperor ordered the second highman to take us there."

Sun Chengzong was reading the document, and when he heard it, he let go, and said thoughtfully, "Second Prince?"

The second prince Zhu Cixuan was born by Empress Hai of Zhilan Palace. She is half a Mongolian, and she has no hope of inheriting the throne.

Sun Chengzong thought it would be the eldest prince Zhu Ciye, but he was unexpected, so he didn't say much and said, "Take people there."

He Xilian raised his hand and said, "Yes!"

He Xilian brought the MIIS and the people from the Operations Department to meet at Xihuamen, waiting for the second prince.

It didn't take long for the seven-year-old His Highness, riding a white horse, wearing silver armor, holding a silver spear, pulling the reins, shouted loudly: "Do you, you!"

He was followed by ten imperial guards, majestic and murderous.

He Xilian looked at it and blinked, not knowing what to say.

Zhu Cixuan came near, tied the horse rope, looked at more than 30 people from He Xilian, and was secretly excited, with a solemn face and said in a serious look: "I have received the will of my father, and I can mobilize the guards of the imperial tombs and leave!"

"As for order!" He Xilian and the people behind him quickly raised their hands.

Before he finished speaking, the second prince was already running, with horse hooves sounded.

The person behind him naturally followed him quickly. His Highness was only seven years old, so nothing could happen.

The Royal Tomb of the Ming Dynasty is located in Tianshou Mountain outside the capital, a hundred miles away from the Forbidden City. Zhu Cixuan was slapped with a horse, his face was tense and solemn, but he was very excited and nervous.

This is the first time to "take a mission". With the imperial edict in my arms, the king ordered arrows, holding a spear, and a galloping horse under him, running in the wind.

This is much more comfortable than riding a horse in the palace and being in Jingdezhen.

In addition to being excited, he was nervous. He didn't know if he could do it well. If he couldn't do it well, how could he go back to see Zhu Xu and his elder brothers and sisters in the harem?

He looked down at the silver armor on his body. This was what he had just run to Cining Palace and borrowed from the Yongning Emperor Sister.

This was created by his father's Military Weapon Bureau and rewarded Princess Yongning.

"I can definitely do it well." The little guy cheered himself up nervously.

He Xilian followed the little guy, worried that he would fall, while thinking about the purpose of Sun Chengzong's words.

Not only He Xilian was worried, but the people he brought and even the guards he followed were very worried. If you want to travel a hundred miles, can the seven-year-old prince hold on?

But what surprised them was that the seven-year-old Second Highness changed horses at the post station and rested twice. The rest of the time was day and night, rushing to the imperial tomb without any pain.

When they arrived, it was already the next morning.

"Go in!"

The little guy jumped off his horse, took out the king's order arrow, and was about to go up the mountain with a cold face.

He Xilian clearly saw blood between his legs and wanted to speak, but the guards had already followed him quickly.

He Xilian swallowed his words and followed him up the mountain.

On the western foot of Tanyu Ridge, Deling, this is the tomb of Zhu Youxiao, the Emperor Xizong of Ming Dynasty.

Compared with other emperors of the Ming Dynasty, Deling was a little shabby because it was hidden by Zhu Xu, and it was not as expensive as the past and it was magnificent.

Delingjian, this is the place where guards and guards live, and is also responsible for the daily protection and protection of Deling.

There are three types of people here, one is an ordinary keeper; the second is to be grateful to the Emperor of Apocalypse and apply for it; the third is to be sentenced to atone for sins.

In an orchard not far from Delingjian, the harvest season is soon coming. The watchman is repairing the garden, pruning, cleaning, and chatting casually.

On a tree, a man in his thirties raised his head and rejected a branch, and shouted loudly, "Li Santou, I heard that your guard period is about to expire. What errands have you arranged for you in the sect's mansion?"

On a book not far away, a man who was a little older than him said with a smile: "It's nothing. Your Highness, King Xin asked the emperor to reward some land in the clan mansion, with 800 acres of fertile land, which is in Wan County, I'll go and see it."

"Oh, there are probably many benefits here, so let's not ask more. However, the emperor has never been stingy, there are other benefits, right?"

"Haha, our sons have already entered the academy of Shuntian Mansion, which is a high school. If we can get into the Zhengyuan, haha...haha..."

The others around immediately responded with envy, saying, "If you pass the exam, you will definitely be in a position. Old Li, your Li family's ancestral tomb is filled with smoke..."

"Not to mention my son, there are 800 acres of fertile land, and I will not have to worry about collecting rent for three generations of people..."

"Even if you can't pass the exam, the court will still use people, and you will be able to lose more. I think that Lao Li will be developed..."

Li Santou naturally smiled and was humble after a group of compliments.

Li Santou saw off the branch, suddenly looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and said curiously: "Brother Zhang, I remember you are a relative of Duke Zhang. If the wake period expires, I am afraid it will be successful, right?"

Then everyone looked ahead, a middle-aged man who was bent down to weed. He had a fair face and a bright look. He looked like a scholar, and he was a pampered person and a wealthy family.
Chapter completed!