I'm a villain, not a devil

The entire imperial capital was hung with black half-moon flags symbolizing the fall of the royal bloodline. If you stand on a high place and look from afar, the city has been stained with ink-like thick black, which is daunting.

Bai Zhan's body was sealed in a pure gold coffin. According to the imperial custom, a crystal-carved window should be left near the face for people to pay their respects. However, Bai Zhan's face and body were torn in half, and the best undertaker could not repair it completely.

In the end, they had no choice but to piece together Bai Zhan's body and try to keep it like a human being. Of course, the window on the face could not be left.

On the day of the burial, the whole city woke up in the low bell before dawn. The residents hurriedly got up to wash, put on black and white mourning clothes and walked to the street.

By the way, mourning clothes were not distributed uniformly by the empire, but made by the residents themselves. Therefore, on the streets of some slums, you can see carbon-black curtain cloth on adults, and children wearing things like pillowcases.

It just so happens that I haven't washed for a long time. After finishing, I will take off the mourning clothes and wash them together.

The residents waited on the street for a long time until the ceremonies in the palace were completed. It was almost noon.

With the eight and a half bells, the burial ceremony officially began.

The old emperor also changed into mourning clothes, but even so close, no one could see his current appearance clearly.

Only when the withered and weird right hand touched the coffin, it seemed to be certain that there was a real human in the mourning clothes.

"My son Bai Zhan..." The old emperor sighed.

Everyone bowed their heads.

The remaining three princes each held a corner of the coffin, and the old emperor was at the last corner. As the high priest of the Golden Dawn prayed mercifully, the four of them lifted the coffin together.

The ministers and nobles knelt on the side, each lamenting.

After leaving Bai Zhan's manor, the three princes and the emperor handed the coffin to the military's coffin-bearing generals.

Because Bai Zhan had no offspring to carry the coffin to the burial site, they could only place a miniature version of Bai Zhan's usual clothes in a corner of the coffin as a gift from his descendants.

In addition to having no offspring, Bai Zhan had not officially married. Concubine Lan, who had been determined to be punished, accompanied the coffin as the person in charge. Originally, the prince's concubine should have supported the person in charge all the way, but because there was no one, in the end, it had to be replaced by a noble's daughter.

It is said that the palace sent people to search everywhere, but only found Bai Zhan's mistress, an ordinary woman with no status, and no strengths except for her face.

In the end, the woman was called over, wearing a square and strange clothes and following behind the coffin.

If someone could see it, they would find that the woman was not sad at all, but only looked desperate and powerless.

As the ceremonial officer held up a miniature divine car and put the imperial prince emblem representing Bai Zhan's soul into it, the funeral procession moved forward in the dull sound of the bell.

Along the way, whenever the procession passed by, the residents who were attending the funeral on the roadside would kneel down. The adults wiped their tears and said that this damn world did not leave the pillars of the empire. The children cried and cursed and asked why it was like this.

This is also the tradition of the empire. If you don't obey after death, the moon is in the sky, so if you want to go to the moon, you have to curse the sky, and cursing the sky is cursing this world.

Fortunately, most people usually complain about this bad world, so now basically everyone has a lot of experience. If outsiders come, they should be able to learn the unique way of cursing in the imperial capital.

On both sides of the street, the more fierce the cursing, the more things you get. When the coffin passes by, the funeral procession will throw moon-shaped cakes on both sides of the street.

This cake has no taste and is hard. The only feature is that it is large in quantity and full.

Those who cursed well could get seven or eight cakes or even more. As long as they took them home and hung them on the highest corner of the roof with a pole for a day, so that they could feel the "moon's gaze", the tribute would be fulfilled. The residents who picked up the cakes could deal with them in their own way - what better way than to have a good meal?

Although everyone was heartbroken when the eldest prince died, many people who lived a miserable life could not stop smiling after wiping their tears.

The military gifts on the military day, and the free cakes for the prince's burial... Hey, this adds up to more than ten days of food.

Unexpectedly, after the eldest prince died, we had a few days of good life for nothing!

However, even if you think so in your heart, you must not show it. If you are caught, you will really have to accompany the eldest prince to enjoy the good life.

In addition, you have to pay attention to your neighbors.

Humph, these damned people, they don't curse hard, they don't cry sincerely, and they don't get enough things, so they will definitely think about getting some from others.

The offerings hanging on the roof were stolen and eaten on the same day. This was not a new thing.

The eldest prince was no different from other dead people. At most, there were more offerings - wouldn't this make people more jealous? !

The funeral procession slowly moved forward in the city. When the residents kneeling on the street could not see the end of the procession, they stood up and protected the offerings. If someone looked at them with ill intentions, they would curse them.

"This damn world, the eldest prince is so unlucky! Look at these people, they are all fucking conscienceless!"

Then they happily took the offerings home, first offering them and watching them, and then they could fill their stomachs.

So good, so good!

The funeral procession moved forward and finally arrived at the west gate of the city.

After exiting the city gate, walk along the road for seven or eight kilometers, then turn right onto a small road and you will arrive at the Royal Cemetery.

I heard that this place was originally a shelter, but something went wrong when it was raised, and only a roof came out.

The emperor at that time was the grandfather of the current emperor. The former emperor was a pragmatist and thought that the empire had just started and it would be a waste to spend manpower and material resources to build a royal cemetery.

So the emperor had an idea and ordered people to renovate the shelter, which was mostly underground, and it became the current royal cemetery.

The team entered the cemetery and the long ceremony began again.

The people from the military department naturally stayed on the periphery, and no mistakes were allowed in this serious activity.

In addition, according to the rules, the death of a royal bloodline is a major event. In order for them to ascend to the White Moon, the cemetery where they are buried is sacred and inviolable.

In addition to the Imperial Guards who have been guarding here, the military department has also sent a large number of troops. The entire cemetery is surrounded by water. Not to mention the crazy beasts, not even a small insect can even think of entering and disturbing the eternal sleep of the noble blood.

The ceremony in the cemetery was long and complicated. The imperial capital city was huge. It was already dark when we walked to the cemetery. Another day and night of ceremonies followed. The residents in the city all ate the offerings of the eldest prince. Bai Zhan was still here. Not going down yet.

People who dare to break into the cemetery have never heard of it. This day and night is boring enough, so even the soldiers guarding outside the cemetery secretly yawned at this moment.

"Brother, do you want to eat?"

One of the guards couldn't help but yawned, and then he saw a hand stretched out, holding a piece of bread in his hand.

He turned around and saw a soldier from the military headquarters, his cheeks twitching and chewing something in his mouth.

During the burial ceremony, the Imperial Guards and the military soldiers naturally merged together, and this was the boundary between the two parties.

The Imperial Guards didn't know the other party, but they knew from the laziness in the other party that he was probably a lazy man in the army.

As a soldier, he naturally would not complain, but he still seriously extended his hand to refuse: "Your Highness's ceremony is in progress, this is not acceptable."

After hearing this, the soldier just smiled and handed over some more bread: "We are the gatekeepers, but who dares to break in? Moreover, unlike those kings and crimsons, they walked so far without eating or drinking. That is to say, we are a little tired. We brothers, the high-ranking kings and the low-ranking elites, will not starve to death, but we are all exhausted at this time. What’s wrong with eating a few noodles? "

This is true. The physical fitness of these little soldiers with average strength is naturally far superior to that of ordinary people. However, the physical consumption is also huge, and they are not able to mobilize the energy in the body like the strong.

Now I have been standing for two days and two nights without moving. I am definitely tired.

There was a little hesitation on the face of the Imperial Guard.

The military soldier struck while the iron was hot and persuaded: "It's okay, this is His Highness's offering. Didn't he love his soldiers as much as his own children during his lifetime? He can't bear to see us being wronged."

"But……"

"It's okay, I've seen it. It's just the two of us here. The bushes are blocking it so no one else can see it. Besides, I've already eaten several." As he said that, the soldier chewed the flour cake in his mouth again. Indicating that he had already done it.

The Imperial Guard thought the same thing, so he simply took the pancake and looked around. After realizing that no one had noticed this corner, he took a few mouthfuls and finished the pancake.

The other party handed it over again, and the two simply sat down and ate the noodles.

When the cedi was almost gone, the Imperial Guard patted his belly: "I feel much more comfortable..."

The military soldier picked his teeth and squinted his eyes: "It just has no taste, it's tough and a bit stuffy."

"Hey, brother, this is an offering, there's nothing we can do about it." It was the Guards' turn to persuade the other party.

The soldier stretched and turned around to look, and then wondered: "Brother, I have never seen this scene before. How long will it take?"

The imperial guard guarding the cemetery naturally knew these rules better. He explained in detail: "The royal bloodline will be buried this time by His Highness. The ceremony will not be short. It is estimated that it will take one day. When the artillery fires, His Highness will be buried." The real cemetery.”

"It's been so long..." The soldier nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "Brother, when His Highness entered the cemetery, no one should have followed him, right?"

"Why not?" The Imperial Guard smiled, and then pointed to a group of internal servants at the outermost edge of the funeral procession, "That group of people must follow them in."

"Ah? You're not coming out?" The soldier was shocked.

The Imperial Guard shook his head: "There are not so many people buried with him. The group of servants had to pray for His Highness for a full 297 hours in the tomb at the outermost edge of the cemetery. This is where our founding ancestors ascended to the White Moon. Number of steps. Of course, the only things left in the tomb are the offerings. You will never die of hunger, but these days are not easy.”

As he said that, he looked around again and whispered: "His Highness's mistress is really unlucky."

"How to say?"

"I have been here for five years, and I still know the rules of the cemetery... That mistress, I am afraid she is the real one buried with her. Have you seen her clothes? A few years ago, a prince died in the womb. Finally, The concubine’s wet nurse followed her to the burial wearing these clothes and never came back..."

The Imperial Guard looked secretly again, and after confirming that no one was around, they lowered their voices: "Although our empire does not have a tradition of burial, the royal family..."

The military soldier took a breath: "I've never heard of this."

The Imperial Guard sneered: "Where are you going to hear it? It means we two hit it off. I think you are brave and righteous, so I will reveal it to you."

As he said this, he aroused his interest and continued to reveal:

"In fact, over the years, many people have entered the cemetery... I heard my captain say after drinking that, in fact, the death rate of the princes and princesses in the palace has been extremely high over the years... But we can't cause such a big problem just by dying. Is it a pomp? I have no choice but to send it here secretly for some ceremony."

"hiss……"

"Tsk, think about it, how long has His Majesty been bedridden? But he still wants to pamper his concubine... How can the quality of the fetus in his belly be good?"

"This, this can be said?"

"It's okay. Others don't know. People with connections in the Imperial Guard know it well... I even saw a large number of people being sent to be buried with my own eyes. I heard that it was because a certain prince could have been born smoothly. It turned out something went wrong with the medical team, and that was it..."

A lot of exciting news came down, and the soldiers in the military headquarters were amazed.

The Imperial Guard also became more interested, and whispered: "In our world, nothing is surprising... To be honest, the cemetery has sent too many children who died in infancy over the years, and there are also those unlucky ones who have been implicated... …At night, the whole underground of this place is making noises, and I think it’s the ghosts who are trying to crawl out…”

"Then you're not afraid?" the soldier asked curiously.

The guards chuckled: "What are you afraid of? As long as we don't get close, we won't be affected. And I guess you don't know that the guards guarding the mausoleum have been passed down from generation to generation. After so many years, my ancestors have long concluded Come out and experience it.”

"I see... By the way, we've been chatting for so long and haven't introduced myself yet. Brother, what's your name?" the military soldier asked.

The Imperial Guard flashed the badge on his chest.

"My name is Liu Feng, the twelfth generation descendant of Liu's mausoleum guarding army. Hehe, when I am fifty years old, I will be able to go out. By then, I will receive my settlement allowance. I will treat you to a drink!"

The military soldier smiled: "Then I'll wait...but there are no military relatives named Liu in the imperial capital."

"How is that possible? My dad and grandpa have gone out a long time ago and are waiting for me."

"Really? Maybe I didn't find it... By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Sean."

"Sean? This name... isn't bad!"