The royal ancestral hall of the Great Zhou Dynasty has two parts, the north and the south. The north has high towers and towers, and the south has towers and springs flowing around. After several generations of emperors in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the ancestral hall is solemn and graceful, majestic, and the garden scenery is beautiful.
But all this is only during the day. In Jian Yu's opinion, the night is particularly gloomy and twice as scary!
The two lanterns reflected a dim and faint light. The shadows underneath trembled with the wind, and the surrounding leaves rustled. The waning moon was hiding behind the clouds. The quiet environment coupled with the winding forest road...
Jian Yu swallowed, and after taking two steps, she said to Zhou Jinyan behind her, "You come in too."
Originally, she just wanted Hongmei to accompany her in, but seeing the surrounding environment, Jian Yu thought it would be better to bring the dog assassin with her!
In addition to enshrining the emperors of the past dynasties, the royal ancestral hall also enshrines the two true kings. The overall ancestral hall is not a small hall ancestral hall, but a building complex integrating ancestral halls, temples and halls.
As soon as she entered it, Jian Yu felt that her body temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees. In the eyes of the ancestors she worshiped, she was probably a small character like a lonely ghost.
These ghost ancestors cannot be offended. Jian Yu's current attitude is that regardless of whether there are ghosts in the world, she will always be in awe of them.
She asked Zhou Jinyan to follow simply because there were more people and she was braver. When the other party came up behind her, Jian Yu found that she was no longer so panicked.
Glancing at Zhou Jinyan's strong-looking chest, she secretly cursed that the dog assassin must have a strong yang energy!
Instructing the other party to follow closely, Jian Yu walked towards the place where the young prince was kneeling for punishment.
The midsummer night was sultry, the windows in the ancestral hall were closed, and there was an indescribable chill in the surroundings. Zhou Jialiang wrapped his clothes tightly, sniffed, knelt down and straightened his back, his small back looking extremely stubborn.
This is what Jian Yu saw when she came over. Outsiders were not allowed to enter the royal ancestral hall. Jian Yu asked Hongmei and Zhou Jinyan to wait outside, and she walked in.
The altar table was filled with memorial tablets, white candles were swaying, and the curtains blocked out the light. The dim environment was filled with an unspeakable air pressure. However, Jian Yu had already adapted to it. Except for the initial panic when she entered the ancestral garden, she was not afraid of this atmosphere now. .
Kneeling was punished here, and a child would have been frightened to tears, but the young prince showed an unyielding look on his face, his mouth was pursed tightly, and his fleshy little face was extremely serious, as if he had failed because of his wrong kneeling posture.
"Does your leg hurt?"
Hearing Jian Yu's words, Zhou Jialiang raised his head suddenly, a little surprised.
He heard the commotion outside just now. He didn't expect that the person who came was Jian Yu. Ever since he knelt down for punishment, someone came to ask what happened after a while. He thought it was those people who came to ask questions again, so he Not even raising his head.
This was the first time after the fight that someone asked him if it hurt, instead of asking about the beating.
Looking at the young prince's stunned look, Jian Yu sighed, and the child was stunned.
Looking around the hall, she saw the futons placed nearby. She walked over and took two and placed them behind the young prince. She gently pressed his shoulders with her hands, and then he fell back and sat on the futons.
After kneeling for a whole day, the legs of adults, let alone children, were so sore that they could not kneel down, but the young prince still knelt so straight. As expected of a child who grew up in a military camp, he had a tough temperament.
"Kneeling for so long my blood has stopped circulating. Sit down and rest for a while before we leave."
Jian Yu went to get another futon, and then sat cross-legged next to the young prince. She also had no time to rest today!
Zhou Jialiang looked at the memorial tablet above, then at Jian Yu who asked him to sit down, and then followed suit. He blinked, a little dazed.
He had heard the story of Princess Jing on the way here. The owner of the caravan once lamented that Princess Jing was a very unique woman.
Zhou Jialiang didn't take it seriously at the time. What kind of personality does this have? Aren't all women in Bianbei like this?
At this moment Zhou Jialiang realized that no, the women in Bianbei were not so deviant!
This is the royal ancestral hall! The tablets above are for the emperors of various generations of the Zhou Dynasty. Even the elders of the royal family bowed down when they came, not daring to be disrespectful in the slightest.
Not to mention sitting down, even if you look directly at him, your eyebrows will be lowered by three points.
Zhou Jialiang actually didn't care about this. He never relied on his status as the crown prince to do anything or show off in Bianbei. After his father passed away, he figured it out on the way back to Shengjing that his every word and deed represented his father. He must not embarrass his father.
So Zhou Jialiang dared to beat Teng Zimai and He Guanqi, but he behaved and behaved when he was punished to kneel.
Zhou Jialiang, who had his own principles, would not do anything that would bring disgrace to his father, so in his heart, beating people was right, and he would listen to the emperor's punishment of kneeling.
Zhou Jialiang, who thought he was very disciplined, never expected that when Princess Jing came, she would directly kick over the basin of rules in his heart.
To be precise, this kick also hit Zhou Jinyan, who was guarding the yard.
When he saw Jian Yu's actions, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, what a brave little fox! Even though she was not a follower of rules, she had to act strictly when she came to the ancestral hall. She was lucky enough to dare to sit down in such a careless manner, even though she was so scared that she swallowed her saliva when she first came in.
Thinking like this "reprimanding" in his heart, Zhou Jinyan's eyes were full of smiles.
It's not that Jian Yu is not afraid of the imperial power, but she has never thought about this level. What is the ancestor of the emperor? From childhood to college, everyone is equal. Even in Jian Yu's heart, Tian is the boss and she is the second child.
Before rebirth, the so-called emperor's soul in the ancestral hall and the manifestation of the Holy Emperor can be collectively referred to as one word by Jian Yu - feudal superstition.
Now Jian Yu is quite in awe of these aspects, but her awe is mainly reflected in the moment of fear after entering the ancestral hall. For example, right now, she no longer feels anything.
Very big heart.
Sitting on the floor like this was not because she didn't care, but because Jian Yu had no idea at all and had never thought about being respectful and careful when entering here.
So she behaved quite naturally, without any fear or restraint. Jian Yu's thoughts couldn't be simpler. Of course she had to sit down when she was tired!
"Let me look at your legs."
Jian Yu didn't expect the young prince to be so stubborn. Shouldn't children be lazy? Kneeling so solidly, my legs are not broken yet!
"Does it hurt here?"
"What about here?"
"here?"
After asking several positions and seeing Zhou Jinyan frowning, Jian Yu knew that the pain was most severe at the kneecap. The child was kneeling too honestly and did not release any force at all, otherwise the pain should have been somewhere else.
When Zhou Jialiang faced Jian Yu's inquiry, he was still a little confused, so he didn't react. He just frowned subconsciously when he pressed the painful spot.
He watched Jian Yu take out bottles of medicine from her sleeve pocket, and while taking them out, he said it was neither this nor this, and he didn't know what he was looking for.
Princess Jing...
It was very different from what he thought.
