In front of this house of green bricks and tiles, the white five-flowered gables in the village of many houses are particularly eye-catching, and when they enter the courtyard, they see the back of an old man sitting on a low stool, who is concentrating on killing a sheep.

Tour occupied a full language to say hello, the old man turned to see Turman immediately open the mouth with a warm laugh, the wrinkles on his face piled like a groove, full of vicissitudes of the past.

Turman introduced us, because they are all Jurcha's, is a line of the same spirit, but the destiny of nine years, the completion of the Tokyo Mausoleum, the remains of the Queen of Xiaoci Gao from the transfer to the Tokyo mausoleum, part of the mausoleum also migrated from it.

After the Qingding capital of Beijing, the clans of the Juulcha clan followed the emperor from the dragon into the gate, only the descendants of the Bambli family continued to stay, to guard the Fuling belongs to the yellow flag, after the branch never left Fuling, the world said Fuling Yurcha, is that we knew the Turqing before.

In front of this old man called Saeaku, he is a direct descendant of Bambri, Qing Taizu has a life of eternal life, the future king has no right to be sent, has remained in the Qing Yongling to protect the ancestral mausoleum, the rotation of Sa'anku should also be called Uncle Tur Zhan.

"It seems that there is a good mouth now, catching up with the sheep."The chicken smiled and told us.

"This sheep is not for you."Saryku said with a smile while washing his hands."This is the sacrifice that I am preparing for the sacrifice."

“When did you learn Chinese?”Turman was surprised.

"It is different today, and there are more Han Chinese people who come to the mausoleum of the ancestors than there are people, and they do not know what people say without learning Chinese."Sahoku's face was thick and he greeted us into the house."Far from home, I'll give you a pot of dumplings."

“The Manchus also call dumplings dumplings, which are very precious food, and they can only eat some according to the habits of the Manchus in the New Year, but the dumplings are the mantra of the Manchu people so far.”White explained to us nearby.“Then the Manchus entered the world, and this dumpling became a way for the Manchus to entertain their guests.”

“Whose sheep are you going to kill outside?”The chickens don’t ask.

Saeoku replied with a smile, the festival is the top priority of the royal tomb, the Qing Dynasty ceremony regulations are becoming more and more perfect, has formed a large festival, small festival and other ceremonies, in accordance with the canon system, Yongling every year to hold four large sacrifices, in the Qingming, July 15th, winter solstice, twilight, small sacrifices are held at the beginning of each month at the beginning of the first and fifteenth.

"Ming is the first little sacrifice, I must prepare the sacrifice to the ancestors, sacrifice this work I still follow Amma to learn, did not expect to work is a lifetime."Sajou responded with a proud face.

“Where is your son?”Turman looked at the room and asked.

"To Yongling to the ancestors to sweep the ground, he is in time for a good day, we are dead, the gang of filial piety even forgot from an ancestor, look at this Yongling Township, there are still a few families left, in the middle of this nearly a hundred years, we feel that the Ercha family is hard to survive, did not forget the great grandfather at that time of the sweat, the Yan people in the mausoleum guard."Sahoku, with his hands bowed to heaven, and said with a smile."I've got two legs on, and he should keep this eternal mausoleum for me."

“How many years have you been here?”Suzmir asked curiously.

“Chen Kechi, are these people?”Saeuku looked at us on the side and asked.

Chang Kechi is the meaning of uncle in Manchu, Turku told us that his ancestors are also Banbli, but because the ancestors are not the eldest son, so did not stay in the Yongling, but sent to Shengjing, counting that he and Sahoku are also in the same vein.

Turku replied that we are archaeological institute, want to do some investigation and research on Yongling, Sajuku immediately came to the spirit, clean hands turned back to the room, came out, took a base carving a beautiful lotus wood box, in front of us, inside is the Banblis a genealogy.

"This must begin with our seventh zu-banbbri, and count him as the uncle of the Qing-ta-zu, to my Amaran generation, that Jurza XIX was a mausoleum guard."Sajako put up two fingers in front of us and was proud to say to us.“You asked me how many years I’ve been guarding, twenty!”For the twentieth, there was no interruption in the middle, and the ancestors have remained here for generations.”

“A matter for you, we found an ancient book written by the Yurcha family in the collection of the Shengjing Palace, which was specially used to record the personnel and material details of the people who entered and left Hetuala after the ban of Qing Taizu.”Ye Zhiqiu is expected to see that Sa'erku is very amiable and dressed in a careless way."We learned that this ancient book is called the sacred book, but the collection of the text is incomplete, and we heard that it was still in the hands of the tombkeepers of Hetuala."

Ye Zhiqiu said a moment, the smile on Sa'erku's face instantly solidified, immediately put away the wooden box in his hand, if the frost looked back and forth, and finally his eyes fell on Turku's hand.

“Is there any remnant of the sacred record in Shengjing Palace?” said Salyu in a low voice.

"I found out in the library a long time ago."Turku answered with a head.

“The rebellious.”Saryku, listening to his anger, stood up and stared at Turku."How dare you, how dare you, the Qing Dynasty died, you even forgot the rules set by the ancestors, you are still Jurcha, the reputation of the ancestors is destroyed in the hands of such people."

Tur's face is full of shame, although the generations are higher than Sa's, but the reprimanded even do not know the argument, the field chickens are mostly on the side can not see: "You are old, we only..."

"The state-owned national law, the family rules, we Jurcha have been doing their duty, the death is gone, but our own duty can not forget."Sajoku did not pay attention to the chickens at all, and continued to scold Turku.“Holy book, but can you see it?”

“Can’t!”Turku's head is buried lower.“The Holy Qur’an can only be read as a son of heaven, and no one can be opened without permission after reading it, and the violator destroys the eyes and expels them from the chamber.”

Sajoku’s eyes slid at us: “They also watched?”

Turku's forehead was leached with bean-sized sweat beads and trembling nods.

“Before this is to be put on hold, you will all destroy the nine families!”Sajok's eyes were on fire.

"You are finished, and when it is now your Qing Dynasty, and you have destroyed the Nine Real People, but you have come to destroy it, and you have reasoned well, and you have your face on your nose."The chicken did not resist his temper, and stood up and said.“We’ll see, what can you do with us?”

"No, dare to run to the wilderness in front of our ancestors' tombs, this is a bully, you are Han Chinese, of course I can't do what you are."Saroku sneered, looked slowly at Turqang, and took up the sheep-killing knife from the side and threw it in front of him."You are a descendant of Jurza, there is no rule, whether you do it yourself or I ask for the law of the family."

Tur Zhan knew himself, hesitated to bend over to pick up the knife on the ground, the tip of the knife in his trembling hand slowly stabbed to the eyes, he is a descendant of the eight flags, but also hereditary mausoleum, today everything is this identity to him, if he abandons his identity, in Liaodong his entire family can not stand.

“Enough is enough!”The white face is heavy.

"I am full of people's rules, and it is not your turn for outsiders to point fingers."Sary looked at him.

"I asked Turcian to help me read it, it's none of his business, but the teacher asked the teacher to ask me for sin."White is sitting around saying.

"You have a great tone, Turban is a descendant of Jurcha, and if you don't pay taxes, or a big member of the big man in Xinjiang, come to me and get off the salute."I don't know if Sa'oku is too proud of his identity, or because of the 20th mausoleum inheritance, let him enter the play too deep, so far still remember the big clear.“If you ask the teacher, can you bear it?”

White did not say a word slowly unbuttoned his clothes, revealing the bright yellow silk and satin around his waist, and looked directly at Sa Zhaku with a face: “Do you see how I can’t bear it?”

Saeaku looked at it, suddenly staring at the eyes, the corners of the mouth squirmed for half a day, suddenly back down the rolled sleeve, the left knee bent forward to the right leg and bent, the head and the upper body leaning forward slightly, the left hand close to the bottom, the right hand drooping.

"Please, King Liaodong."

When I first heard the Liaodong King, I was somewhat dismissive of the empty title of Bai, until I saw that Tur was respected in front of him in Shengjing, and now I saw Sa Yanku's face on the ground with respect and half kneeling on the ground, and I was somewhat surprised that the three words of the Liaodong King were indeed not a false name, just like engraved in the bones of the descendants of the Eight Flags.

Seeing the Liaodong King and seeing the Qing emperor, you can see how much influence the White House has in Liaodong, and the people who are so old-fashioned are estimated to be recognized at a glance to recognize the bright yellow ribbon between the waist of the White House, which is the emperor can wear, and now the emperor has no more, and the only one who has the right and power to wear this is the Liaodong King.

“Get up and talk.”White Nearby is not polite to Saeaku, the voice is inexplicably powerful.

"I don't know that the Liaodong King is personally visiting the Yongling, and there are many offenses and looking forward to the sea."Sajok retreated to one side and leaned over and buried.

"The sacred book can only be read by the king, this rule I know, this matter has nothing to do with Turju, it is difficult for me to be curious for a while, let him lend it to me."The sound of whiteness eased a lot.

“So...” Sajouk hesitated, still asking.“Did the king of Liaodong read the records in the holy book?”

“Listen to me, I can’t see it?”White asked.

"The eight children of the flag know that the princely prince's white family is king, whether it is a royal family or an ordinary full person, the Liaodong King must be respectful and courteous, such as seeing the emperor must not be overrun."Although the expression is humble, the voice does not compromise.“I think that the family of the Tsar can protect the imperial tomb for the Qing Dynasty, because Kezhong reported the whole body of the country to keep the whole body, but whatever the king's legacy, the Jurcha family will not be half-negligent."

"How do I listen to what you say."The white eyebrows asked.

Saeaku slowly raised his head and answered without fear: "Forgive me, Jurza's was commanded by the Taizu to guard the imperial mausoleum, and on the day of the relocation of the ancestors, there was a secret to the ancestors, and the affairs of the ancestral mausoleum, no matter the size of the hereditary Liaodong King, revealed the slightest."

“Does the Great have such a secret?”White touched his chin, not surprised, but smiled faintly.

“Since Turcian obeys the Liaodong King, this is the end of the matter concerning the holy book.”Saho held his hand to the door."Today's reception is not good to see Liaodong Wang for forgiveness, Ming is the first small sacrifice, I still have to prepare sacrifices for the sacrifice, do not leave you, please!" 」