Fengxian Hall is a holy place for the Daxia royal family to worship their ancestors. To the east is Longshou Palace, where the Supreme Emperor lived, and to the west are the three main halls and Qianqing Palace, where the emperor lived daily.
Jia Cong was carried by a strong maid to the front of Fengxian Hall. The door was opened and he was thrown in.
hiss!
It hurts!
The door slowly closed with a slight creaking sound. After hearing no other movement, Jia Cong slowly opened his eyes. What he saw was rows of spiritual tablets and faintly glowing incense candles.
Under the golden curtain, incense was curling up, and the scent of sandalwood was a bit pungent. Jia Cong couldn't help but sneeze.
"Ah sneeze!"
"Who is there?"
Um?
He saw a young female historian walking out of the back hall. Due to the lack of light in the hall, Jia Cong could only see a vague figure. It was not until he walked in that he could basically confirm that this person should be his eldest cousin Yuan Chun.
It has been five years since Yuanchun entered the palace. When Jia Cong had just merged the memories of the two lives, Yuanchun had already been sent into the palace by Wang Ziteng.
He had only seen Yuanchun's expression of wiping away tears from the corner of the carriage that was lifted by the wind.
Fortunately, Yuanchun is similar to Jia Zheng and Jia Baoyu, and the conversation between Zhen and the dead eunuch allowed Jia Cong to make a basic judgment on the person in front of him.
"big sister?"
This slightly childish call made Yuanchun cover his mouth, and his eyes were instantly flooded with tears.
She could see Jia Cong's face clearly through the candlelight in the palace. Although Jia Cong was only three years old when he left home, Yuanchun still caught the breath of relatives from Jia Cong's body.
Although he couldn't believe it, Yuanchun still stretched out his hand, wanting to test whether the scene at this time was a dream.
Jia Cong watched the woman in front of him reach out her hand tremblingly, but never dared to put it down. Feeling slightly sour in his heart, he held Yuan Chun's hand and put it on his face.
"It's me, big sister, I'm Brother Cong!"
Woo woo woo...
Yuanchun, who had been away from home for several years and suffered so much pain, desolation and loneliness in the palace, finally touched her relatives, and the warm round faces made her cry uncontrollably.
Jia Cong knew that this was not the time to express his family affection. The big female insect outside was waiting eagerly to come in and catch him and Yuan Chun.
"Eldest sister, I came here because of a scheme by the Zhen family. The eldest sister was also punished to sweep the Fengxian Palace. It was also the result of the Zhen family."
Jia Cong quickly explained the situation to Yuan Chun in a low voice, and the noisy footsteps outside the hall were getting closer and closer. Due to time constraints, he could not go into details, so he could only emphasize again and again: "No matter what Mrs. Zhen says later, eldest sister, don't agree. Leave everything to me. Remember, don't agree to anything, otherwise we, brother and sister, will There will never be peace!"
Bang!
The door of Fengxian Hall was pushed open violently. The dazzling sunlight outside made Jia Cong couldn't help but raise his hands to block it. The wind blew into the hall, and the candles on the altar table swayed in the wind. In the center, Grandfather Taizu and several other ancestors were seen. The portrait is slightly angry and slightly dissatisfied with someone disturbing its enjoyment of the incense.
"The bold Jia Cong actually broke into Fengxian..."
"Hermaphrodite, rotten ass!"
"Um?"
"How dare you! How dare you scold me!"
"So what if I scold you? Hermaphrodite, rotten ass!"
Yuan Delu came here to arrest Jia Cong and Jia Yuanchun on the order of Zhen, but he didn't expect that Jia Cong gave him a slap in the face just halfway through his harsh words.
He has been in the palace for so many years, and he has never seen anyone dare to be so arrogant in the palace.
The sunlight outside the house shone into the hall, and Yuan Chun, who gradually got used to the light, could clearly see the flying fish suit that Jia Cong was wearing.
The gold and silver threads glowed with dignity under the sunlight. Compared with Yuan Delu's chamberlain uniform, except for his height, his whole aura steadily suppressed the other party.
Jia Cong glanced at Yuan Delu, and then looked at the layout of the palace. After the founding of the Xia Dynasty, three generations of ancestors were enshrined in the palace. The hall enshrines the ancestors of the five generations, two generations of emperors, as well as the Liu family members and those who have made outstanding contributions since the founding of the country.
Not to mention others, Jia Cong saw at a glance a spiritual tablet placed on the fourth level: Jia Daishan, the official of Guanglu and the official of the country, Rong Guogong!
Yuan Delu was so angry at Jia Cong's ignorance that he almost flew into a rage when he saw that Jia Cong ignored him: "You Jia Cong, you broke into the Fengxian Palace without permission, and you also conspired with the female historian in the palace..."
"Then you go and sue me, I didn't stop you!"
After Jia Cong replied coldly, he respectfully walked to the altar table.
There were all incense and candles on the table. Jia Cong picked up three pillars of incense, lit them on the candles, bowed silently three times, inserted them into the incense burner, knelt on the futon and closed his eyes.
This series of actions was something Yuan Delu didn't expect, and he didn't know how to deal with it. Jia Cong was paying homage to the previous kings of Great Xia. Could he forcibly take him away in front of all the former emperors?
Yuan Delu thought for a while and gritted his teeth and said: "Drag Jia Yuanchun out, and the remaining people will guard the Fengxian Palace for our family. We are not allowed to let the thief escape. We will ask the empress to make the decision now!"
"Brother Cong..."
Yuan Chun did not struggle, but looked at Jia Cong worriedly, and shouted but received no response.
After everyone exited the hall, Jia Cong opened his eyes.
Since you want to make a fuss, you might as well make a bigger fuss!
…
Yuan Delu and his men had just escorted Yuan Chun to the square outside Fengxian Hall, when suddenly a loud ringing of a bell came from behind.
when! when! when! …
The birds that were resting on the eaves of the main hall were frightened by the sound of the bell and flew away. Yuan Delu was stunned for a moment and his legs became weak and he knelt on the ground.
"It's over, he...how dare he...how dare he..."
There is a side hall on the left and right of Fengxian Hall, and the side hall on the right is equipped with various utensils for holding rituals. Especially the big bell that did not belong to Jingyang Bell was being rung by Jia Cong at this time.
when! when! when! …
The sound of the bell spread far away. Whether it was the Supreme Emperor Liu Ji who was dealing with the memorial in the Longshou Palace, or the Emperor Liu Heng who was talking to Cao Jiugong about secrets in the Qinzheng Palace, including the concubines of the East and West Sixth Palace, they all heard the sound. The constant ringing of bells.
Xia Shouzhong had a very good ear, and he immediately understood that the bell was not ringing from the Jingyang Bell in Jingyang Pavilion in the south, but was coming from the east side.
"Your Majesty, this is Fengxian Palace!"
hiss!
Liu Heng immediately thought of Jia Cong who was being taken to the direction of Fengxian Palace, raised his forehead and said, "If I had known that this little bastard could be so noisy, I shouldn't have let Mrs. Zhen take him away."
At the same time, in the main hall of Longshou Palace, the Supreme Emperor Liu Ji looked confused, frowned and asked: "My companion, why don't you go and see what's going on? Who rang the Jingyang Bell?"
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is not the time to go to court. Who dares to ring the Jingyang Bell?
Dai Quan, the eunuch in charge of Longshou Palace, had just left the palace gate when he inquired about the whole thing from his subordinates.
He sighed slightly and quickly returned to the hall and bowed to report: "Hui Saint, it's not the Jingyang bell, but the bell of Fengxian Hall. The person who rings the bell is Jia Cong, the son of Jia She of Rongguo Mansion!"
