"Didn't Emperor Yong want to lure the snake out of the cave? Why did they escape again?" When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he became furious and yelled at Lao Jia. A bitter look appeared on Lao Jia's dark face, and he explained to Ding Xiaoyi: "Your Majesty has his own ideas. The experts in the palace have already been dispatched. He may want to catch all the lamplighters in the palace."
"A master in the palace?" A look of disdain appeared on Ding Xiaoyi's face. He knew that there were strong men in the palace, but he didn't think that the strong men in the palace could keep those lamplighters. Li Hongying's strength was too strong. Even he couldn't kill with one strike. Moreover, Li Hongying had also cultivated the power of the field. He didn't believe that the palace masters could catch Li Hongying and other powerful lamplighters.
Not to mention Li Hongying, even the strength of the legendary sword god Fang Baiyu can defeat all the powerful men in the palace, not to mention that the lamplighter is a transformed powerful man. Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi knew that she still had to avenge her mother by herself, relying on the palace, there was no hope at all. He didn't expect to have a watchman, after all, there were not only lamplighters in the palace in Dayong, they should have met other lamplighters.
The credibility of the Dayong royal family has long since collapsed. Ding Xiaoyi no longer believes in the Dayong royal family, and he still has to rely on himself for everything. Lao A silently exited, and Ding Xiaoyi was the only one left in the huge room. He was lying on the bed, surrounded by the atmosphere of his mother's life. He greedily breathed the air that still contained his mother's breath. Happiness came too late, but happiness was too short-lived. Before he could fully enjoy maternal love, his mother was forced to death by Li Hongying, which made him unable to calm down for a long time.
Three days later, Ding Xiaoyi saw Emperor Yong, and he also saw Feng Qingwu. His face was gloomy and silent. He just glanced at Emperor Yong coldly, then turned and walked towards the coffin. The blood-red coffin contained his mother's body. Ding Xiaoyi's arms were tied with a white ribbon, and he did not wear a filial piety hat on his head. Carrying a long sword wrapped in coarse cloth on his back, he escorted the coffin to the imperial mausoleum.
There was a bitter look on Emperor Yong's face. He looked at Ding Xiaoyi who was walking away. Feng Qingwu beside him had a sparkle in his eyes. Seeing that the mourning team had left his sight, Emperor Yong put his hands behind his back, turned around and walked towards the palace. Feng Qingwu's beautiful eyes showed a charming light, and she finally sighed and walked towards the inner courtyard of the palace. Ding Xiaoyi silently rode his horse to guard the coffin. There were not many imperial guards to send the coffin.
There was no grand funeral ceremony, just dozens of people walking silently. The coffin of Princess Dayong was placed on the carriage, and Ding Xiaoyi rode a horse to guard it. The mourning team slowly drove out of the palace, and then slowly drove out of the imperial capital city, heading north
Go to the imperial mausoleum. The imperial mausoleum is not an imperial mausoleum. Only the truly deceased members of the royal family will be buried in the imperial mausoleum. The Imperial Mausoleum is the mausoleum of the Dayong Emperors of the past dynasties. Because of the blessing of the country, they did not die.
From the time the rising sun rose in the east to the time the mourning team arrived at the imperial mausoleum, the sun was already setting. Ding Xiaoyi stood up on his horse and saw a towering mountain peak appearing in his sight. The funeral procession moved very slowly, fearing to disturb Mr. Dayong who was lying in the coffin. All affairs were presided over by a eunuch in the palace. This eunuch was extremely familiar with presiding over such matters.
"Master Ding, please dismount." When they arrived at the entrance of the towering mountain, the eunuch whispered to Ding Xiaoyi. Ding Xiaoyi dismounted and stood next to the coffin. He let go and touched the coffin. He seemed to feel his mother's breath. An unspeakable sadness surged into his heart, and he wanted to scream loudly. Several burly guards carried the coffin and walked towards the towering mountain like flying.
Ding Xiaoyi followed closely. The eunuch sighed, waved the whisk in his hand and followed Ding Xiaoyi. Several imperial guards followed the eunuch silently, and they remained silent. They arrived halfway up the mountain, where there were several weather-beaten veterans. They stared blankly at a brand new red coffin being carried up. There was an expression of excitement in their eyes.
Ding Xiaoyi looked around and saw that this was the location of the imperial mausoleum. He saw that relatives of the royal family had already been buried around the imperial mausoleum. There are princes, princesses, and a few princess tombs. The imperial mausoleum is guarded by special royal guards. These weathered soldiers are
Tomb guards sent by the royal family. What makes Ding Xiaoyi puzzled is why these royal guards showed excited expressions on their faces when they saw a new coffin arrived.
"Military lords, this is the time when the Jade Princess of Dayong is trying to open a Feng Shui treasure land." The eunuch said politely to the weathered royal guards. The royal guards just looked at the eunuch coldly, and then their eyes fell on Ding Xiaoyi, who had white ribbons on his arms. "There are more than 900 geomantic treasures in this imperial mausoleum, divided into heaven, earth and human. I don't know which geomantic treasure you want," a royal guard said to the eunuch in a high-spirited voice.
Ding Xiaoyi did not negotiate. He looked towards the mausoleums in the mountains and saw that there were countless mausoleums densely packed in the mountains, some of which had not yet become mausoleums. This was called a geomantic treasure land. Only those where the dead are buried are called mausoleums, and those where the dead are not buried are called longevity tombs, or they are called Feng Shui treasures. Ding Xiaoyi didn’t quite understand such rules, so he
Let the eunuch negotiate everything.
"Mr. Ding, there are three levels of Feng Shui treasure land here. I don't know which level Mr. Ding should choose." The eunuch turned around and walked towards Ding Xiaoyi, and he asked cautiously. "Then choose the best one." Ding Xiaoyi frowned. The imperial tombs were divided into three levels, which made him feel very unhappy. "Okay, I'll do it now," the eunuch started negotiating with the royal guards again.
After some negotiation with the eunuch, the royal guards finally came to Ding Xiaoyi. They stretched out their rough palms and looked at Ding Xiaoyi with ardent eyes. Ding Xiaoyi was stunned. He didn't know what the other party meant. "Boy, don't you know the rules? This is wine money for my brothers. I will take more care of Princess Jade's mausoleum in the future." A veteran showed Ding Xiaoyi a smile that he thought was honest.
Ding Xiaoyi patted the Qiankun bag, and saw a dazzling white light glowing in his hand, and several spiritual stones appeared in his palm. He put the spirit stone in the hands of the royal guards, but those guards did not expect that Ding Xiaoyi would get the spirit stone as soon as he took action, which made them overjoyed. Although they are the guardians of the tomb here, they are also practitioners, so they naturally recognize the spirit stones.
"This young master is really heroic. My brothers will definitely take good care of Princess Jade's mausoleum and will never let Princess Jade be disturbed in any way." A veteran assured Ding Xiaoyi, patting his chest and hearing the veteran's assurance. , Ding Xiaoyi said calmly: "Then I'll trouble you all."
Later, Ding Xiaoyi chose a geomantic treasure with unique scenery as his mother's mausoleum. The moment the coffin entered the mausoleum, Ding Xiaoyi felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. The mausoleum was completely sealed, and only a stone tablet was left in front of the mausoleum, which introduced Xia Houyu's life. Ding Xiaoyi raised his sword in his hand and carved "Unfilial son, Ding Xiaoyi stands" beside the stone tablet.
The mourning team left, and only Ding Xiaoyi was left in the huge imperial mausoleum. He sat quietly beside his mother's mausoleum, and he patted the Qiankun bag. A wine gourd appeared in his hand. He raised his head and drank heavily, the spicy wine rushing into his chest. Unknowingly, two lines of tears fell from his eyes. He finally found his mother, and he felt like home, but it was still in vain.
A figure slowly came from a distance, and Ding Xiaoyi tensed up. He could already feel the majestic sword intention of that figure. He took a closer look and saw an old man in his sixties walking slowly. Ding Xiaoyi's eyes narrowed, an angry expression appeared on his face, and the murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised.
