The Ji family's ancestral court was built with countless pieces of gray-blue wood and bronze.
It is a large hall covering an extremely large area.
Wood and bronze are mixed. Especially under the corrosion of time, the bronze with golden light and flowing fire has become the dark green it is today, coupled with the unique texture of wood over time.
The entire bronze palace is filled with the meaning of vicissitudes of life.
Jitai, the elder of the Ji family, held the old animal skin and kept chanting sacrificial words.
But Ji Tang, Ji Boying and others were silent, and the piety and solemnity they showed outside had disappeared.
After entering the ancestral court, there were no outsiders, and everyone seemed to have taken off their masks and stopped pretending.
They don't treat me as an outsider, they have a good relationship... Zhao Wujiang felt the atmosphere gradually becoming more and more tense, and he had a feeling that the world was not only fighting and killing, but also that things had nothing to do with him.
He understood why Ji Tang wanted to attack the princes in the ancestral court, and he also understood why the princes who knew Ji Tang's purpose also resisted in the ancestral court.
Father's kindness and son's filial piety are all observed by our ancestors.
Ji Tang wants to prove the supremacy of his power. Who does his ancestor mean? His destiny is up to him and no one else.
At the same time, he was also guarding against the intervention of the Imperial Master.
The ancestral court cannot be entered without the blood of the Ji family.
Emperors and masters of all generations have followed this rule. Even if they want to worship, they have to stand outside the ancestral court and worship.
The second princes resisted in the ancestral court. First, they hoped that their ancestors would be protected by the spirit of heaven and take a closer look at how such a cruel thing as Ji Tang emerged among future generations.
The second is that in the ancestral court, it is better to ask the ancestral gods to take over and borrow the power of the ancestral gods to resist.
At the same time, both Ji Tang and the princes who know the truth hope that this matter will eventually be eliminated in the ancestral court, so as to save the face of the Ji family and reduce the turmoil in the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty.
If you die in the ancestral court, there will be many rumors to the outside world, and you will not be labeled as a poisonous dragon who loves his children or a regicide who kills his father.
What kind of nonsense are they? Zhao Wujiang already had his hands wrapped around his sleeves. He was not flustered, not serious, not frivolous, and had an invisible sense of looking down from above.
Ji Tai was still leading the way, constantly saying various pious sacrificial words and prayers. They were nothing more than words of hope that the ancestors would bless the Ji family and the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty to become more and more prosperous.
Ji Tang walked like a dragon and a tiger, with an expressionless face.
Ji Boying, Ji Botong and other princes had serious expressions on their faces.
Not long after.
A group of people walked through the misty incense in the ancestral courtyard and came to four clay sculptures and golden bodies.
The statue in the center is of a man with plain clothes but extraordinary appearance. He is Gongsun Xuanyuan, the first ancestor of the Ji family.
On the left is a statue of a woman named Jishui.
The man in brocade robes on the right is a member of the Xuanyuan clan who survived the ancient times, the founder of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, and the current ancestor of the Ji family, Ji Hong.
The stone statue of the giant turtle does not stand on the ground like the three human statues, but is enshrined on the altar table.
There are also pieces of spiritual tablets on the altar table, all of which were enshrined here after the death of famous heirs of the Ji family over thousands of years.
Ji Kun, Ji Shihan, Ji Heizi, Ji Nimei...
Etc., etc.
Jita respectfully placed the animal skin on the huge altar table, knelt down on the futon in front of the altar table, bowed her head devoutly, and continued to speak of sacrifices and prayers.
Zhao Wujiang didn't pay attention to the increasingly serious atmosphere between Ji Tang and Ji Boying. His eyes were fixed on the statue of the woman on the left.
beautiful!
gorgeous!
But that's not the point.
The point is, why is Jishui's appearance so similar to Jing'er?
I can't say they are exactly the same, but at least they have a similar shape.
There's also a bit of a resemblance.
Jishui's clay sculpture and golden body give people a sense of gentleness, but at the same time they are also majestic.
This majestic attitude is very similar to Jing'er when she was still the empress and when she treated outsiders.
But for some reason, when he stared at the statue, his eyes became moist for no reason.
