The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 213 Gambling
After hearing Chengzu's words, Yin Ruihua did not show any joy at all, but instead a look of fear appeared on his face.

"Your Majesty! Wasn't Jianwen... sealed here and left to fend for himself?"

Yin Ruihua could understand why Chengzu did not kill Emperor Jianwen himself, but buried him alive and left him to fend for himself.

Given the status of Emperor Jianwen's father, the founding crown prince, in Emperor Chengzu's heart and in the hearts of people all over the world, it is understandable that Emperor Chengzu would not want to kill his descendants with his own hands.

But why should we provide him with heavenly beings and extend his life?

At that time, Yin Ruihua's fear of Emperor Jianwen was far greater than the temptation of longevity. Thinking that he would become his jailer and live in fear of his possible escape for at least a hundred years, Yin Ruihua's tone became anxious.

However, Brother Yin is still Brother Yin, but the middle-aged man has become "Your Majesty".

Chengzu just glanced at him, and Yin Ruihua suddenly lowered his head and nodded without saying a word.

Chengzu had no intention of explaining to Yin Ruihua, but instead looked down at Emperor Jianwen in the coffin.

"You remember it."

"For the first thirty years, I will not bring you anything. You just lie in this coffin and slowly waste away all the sex and life you got from the Zhu family."

"After thirty years, Brother Yin will send you the first celestial being. After that, Brother Yin will always keep you alive, letting you slowly weaken until your lifespan runs out."

"Just lie down and relax."

Chengzu raised his hand to press the coffin lid and looked deeply at Emperor Jianwen.

Then, slowly close it.

The light gradually narrowed on Emperor Jianwen's face. He kept looking at Emperor Chengzu and Yin Ruihua expressionlessly until he completely disappeared from Zhu Shoujing's sight.

Chengzu and Yin Ruihua turned and left.

Zhu Shoujing lowered his head and remained silent.

The illusion still hasn't dissipated.

Suddenly, Emperor Jianwen appeared beside Zhu Shoujing and glanced at him.

Zhu Shoujing knew that this was not the Emperor Jianwen in the illusion, but the real Emperor Jianwen who appeared in the illusion with the help of "Jingzhao".

"What do you think of what happened back then, my dear?"

Emperor Jianwen said.

In the illusion, he was no longer restricted by the mummy-like body, and his voice was no longer hoarse and stagnant, but had returned to the young, majestic and indifferent voice of those years.

Zhu Shoujing was silent for a moment and shook his head.

"I can't see clearly, nor can I explain it clearly."

Xiaoling Guards had been guarding the imperial mausoleum for more than a hundred years. Although they were not clear about these things, they had seen some things and had some guesses. The mutual evidence with the situation in the illusion had made Zhu Shoujing certain of the identity of Emperor Jianwen.

However, relying only on the few words from Chengzu and Yin Ruihua, Zhu Shoujing was still unable to outline the complete outline of what happened back then, and even had more questions.

for example--

"Why didn't Cheng Zu practice this technique himself?"

Zhu Shoujing blurted out.

"Because the blood of the celestial beings and the Zhu family at that time had been almost consumed by me. If he cultivates again, he will kill all the blood of the Zhu family and the celestial beings under his command."

"His so-called 'pacification' was originally achieved by relying on the royal family members and gods who are dissatisfied with me. If he had this idea, he would have the same fate as me."

Emperor Jianwen replied.

"Then why didn't Cheng Zu ..."

Zhu Shoujing swallowed the word "kill".

Emperor Jianwen glanced at him and said.

"My dear, you want to ask why he didn't kill me?"

"Yes."

"He made a bet with me."

Emperor Jianwen said slowly.

"The bet is whether his descendants can rule the world before my life is over."

At this moment, the time in the illusion suddenly accelerated. The moss on the stone wall quickly climbed up and then dried up quickly. The clothes of Emperor Jianwen in the coffin rotted and the flesh on his body collapsed.

"If his descendants can firmly establish the kingdom of Dashuo, the martial arts world will naturally be under their control, and gathering celestial beings will not be a difficult task."

"Then, I will lie in this tomb until the end of my life."

"That means I lost to him."

"The bet I am willing to make is this hundred years of suffering and the death that awaits me in this coffin."

Emperor Jianwen said slowly. "I am the heir of Prince Yiwen, and Emperor Taizu appointed me as the heir. He came to the throne illegitimately after all. He can be cruel to me, but he always wants to prove to my father and Emperor Taizu that he is right."

"So, he made this bet with me."

Zhu Shoujing paused and asked.

"Then, how can you be considered a loser, Your Majesty?"

Emperor Jianwen said slowly.

"Of course, before I died in this tomb, his descendants were no longer able to rule the world, suppress the martial arts world, or gather the gods and men."

"Yin Ruihua and I both need the extension of life by the gods."

"But, he will die earlier than me."

"If Dashuo is already unstable and unable to suppress the martial arts world, and it has reached the point where it is no longer possible to gather the gods and men, Yin Ruihua will open the tomb at the last moment before his death."

"Then I win."

"And the bet he has to make is to return this Dashuo to my hands."

Zhu Shoujing was silent.

A gambling game that lasted for nearly two hundred years was told by Emperor Jianwen and presented before him.

But immediately, Zhu Shoujing frowned.

"Your Majesty, Dashuo is not at this stage right now, and Lord Yin did not run out of life, but died in your Majesty's hands. This..."

Emperor Jianwen did not answer.

Illusions were flowing all around, the moss in the cracks of the wall was losing its green color at a speed visible to the naked eye, salt-like crystals were oozing out of the wall, and the dew accumulated on the stone wall evaporated and then dripped again.

The Emperor Jianwen in the coffin had turned into a mummy-like appearance.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

There were voices talking outside the tomb.

"Your Majesty, this is it."

The footsteps reached the door and stopped.

Then another quiet voice sounded.

"It has been more than a hundred years since Yin was worshipped."

"You, do you want to leave here?"

Zhu Shoujing's pupils suddenly shrank, he recognized that voice!

"The bet that Chengzu made with him was, in my opinion, unwise. My kingdom does not need a dead man lying in a tomb to fight for it."

"Those celestial beings should not be used by him..."

The voice said slowly.

"Mr. Yin, you have been guarding here for more than a hundred years. I feel that Emperor Chengzu has been too harsh on you..."

The footsteps gradually faded away, and then the sound of the tomb being sealed was heard.

Zhu Shoujing suddenly turned his head and looked at Emperor Jianwen.

Emperor Jianwen said slowly.

"That's right. People's hearts are hard to predict. No matter how loyal one is, it can't withstand the passage of more than a hundred years."

"Yin Ruihua has changed."

"He told someone about what happened here."

"He handed over the method of using heavenly beings to accumulate 'nature and life'."

The indifference on Emperor Jianwen's face in the coffin faded, and anger gradually crept up between his eyebrows. His lips moved and he uttered a few words in a hoarse and stagnant voice.

"Zhu..."

"emperor……"

"Traitor! ..."

The real Emperor Jianwen looked at himself in the coffin and spoke slowly.

"The bet was overturned by his descendants."

"His descendants have followed my path."

(End of this chapter)