Mrs. Dong pursed her lips and sat there for a while without saying a word.
She already knows that her son is still alive.
But her husband... she heard that Abao personally took back her husband's head from the enemy camp, so she definitely had no chance of survival.
On the birthday...Abao must have missed his grandfather and father.
At this time, Bai Qingyan was standing in front of many tablets of the Bai family in the Bai family ancestral hall, covering his heart with one hand, holding incense with one hand... aiming at the swaying candlelight and lit incense.
The outside gate of the ancestral hall was closed, and Butler Hao and Lu Ping took the Bai family guards to guard outside the Bai family ancestral hall.
The six carved yellow rosewood walls of the ancestral hall with a solemn eaves are open. The hanging curtains hanging from the sandalwood beams in the ancestral hall are hooked by copper hooks on both sides of the ebony columns on the base of the archery, and stand on the left and right sides of the ancestral hall.
Hundreds of lotus oil lamps above sway, reflecting the solemn and quiet ancestral hall with warm colors.
On the front desk of many clean and shiny tablets that were wiped, white smoke rose from the gilded Boshan incense burner.
The candlelight flashed and reflected Bai Qingyan's pale facial features, making her eyes look deeper and firmer.
She lit the incense, stormed the three incense flames with her hands, and respectfully gathered the incense over her head with both hands, inserted it into the incense burner, knelt on the cushion three times, and knelt on the cushion with her heart that was constantly painful,
I quietly stared at the tablets of my grandfather and father, and tears seemed to be shining in the corners of my eyes.
Those trivial past events, like shocking dust, reminded her of the fifteen-year-old hairpin ceremony. At that time, she went out with her grandfather and father and did not hold any hairpin ceremony...
That day was the same today, with clear sky and bright sunshine.
She and her father were in her grandfather's handsome tent and chose small characters for her.
At noon, the light shone in from outside the tent. She and her father knelt in front of the grandfather's desk. Looking at the words written by their grandfather on the paper, the father frowned and looked up at his grandfather: "Dad,
What words do you call Abao? Mingshan is not like a small character from a daughter's house! And this... Mingqi, dad, aren't you making a fool of yourself? My son's generation is based on the word Qi, Abao takes the word "Abao"
It’s time to avoid it!”
Grandfather pointed at the word Mingshan with his finger and said, "So I changed it to Mingshan!"
My father looked reluctant and could only ask: "A good daughter's house, small letter Mingshan... What is this? I think I'd choose the best one, so it's best to call Chang'an! Chang'an Chang'an... From the long-term peace,
What do you say, Bao!"
Before she could speak, my grandfather said again: "Zhou Zhixing, the rogue sings in Qishan. This is the small-character lying for Abao. Although Abao is a woman, he is born with a general and can endure hardship.
Being ruthless in yourself, in the future, as long as Abao is not only confined to his home, he will be able to compete for hegemony in this troubled era, become a famous battlefield as a woman, become a general like the ancestors of the Bai family, and become a general who is admired by future generations, and become a government official in our country...
...and even the most dazzling woman in the Great Jin State!”
Bai Qingyan's throat rolled, and his mind was filled with the smile and expectation of his grandfather as he looked at her.
Later, her small words were not decided in the end.
My grandfather gave her high hopes for the small word "Mingshan".
The father gave her the small word "Chang'an" which was a deep love between father and daughter.
She gritted her teeth and raised her tears to look at her grandfather's tablet.
When Zhou was in the rise, the croaker sings in Qishan.
The rise of the new dynasty must have begun in Niujiao Mountain, Shuoyang.
Bai Qingyan stood up straight and kowtowed respectfully to the ancestors of the Bai family. He was determined to rebel against the imperial power of the Lin family and solemnly informed the ancestors.
The Bai family has protected the people for generations, and the imperial power of the Lin family of Jin, which rots and ulcers, is not worthy of being the king of the people!
She asked herself that there was no powerful force to correct the royal family on the right path and wanted to replace it. If it violated the Bai family's ancestors' loyalty to the Lin family's imperial power for generations, after her death... she would have to apologize in person.
Her eyes were calm and she kowtowed heavily...
Outside the six open doors of the ancestral hall, the wind passed by... the dead leaves whirl and rustled.
The dying swaying on the ebony pillars with a gilded copper hook, hundreds of lotus oil lamps in the ancestral hall sway left and right, and the white smoke that had just risen from the gilded Boshan incense burner was blown to a sudden extinction.
Bai Qingyan, who was kneeling on the cushion and kowtowed, tightened his palms, raised his head, Ruju looked at the tablets, and his eyes finally fell on the tablets of his grandfather and father.
If Bai Qingyan thought about his grandmother before, and was worried that the people would be exhausted by the war, he would have a little insignificant hesitation... He hesitated whether he had rebelled against the imperial power of the Lin family or helped the prince ascend the throne to correct the situation.
This time, the prince was going to build a ninth level of platform for the emperor, which completely made Bai Qingyan lose the idea of Kuang Kuang's prince.
"The original intention of establishing the Bai family army is for the people! Be loyal to the imperial power of the Lin family... It is also for the people. Bai Qingyan dares not forget the ambitions passed down from generation to generation, and dares not forget the achievements of peace and peace in the world." Bai Qingyan said, "
Yan's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was calm, but it seemed to have a strong force. "The Bai family army has always been a barrier to Jin, but he is regarded as a traitor by His Majesty today! Bai Qingyan is not a saint, and he does not want to repay his grievances with kindness, so he is determined to rebel against Lin
Although the imperial power of the clan did not dare to say that it was for the people and for personal hatred, Bai Qingyan would do his best to pacify the world in this life! This will not change! No regrets!"
After saying that, Bai Qingyan kowtowed.
The strong wind that had just been working hard suddenly disappeared into the Bai Family Ancestral Hall. The lotus oil lamp swayed gently, and the gilded Boshan Incense Burner was still curling. If it weren't for Bai Qingyan's skirt being stained with the dryness brought in from the yard by the wind
Ye, it was as if the gust of wind had never appeared.
Bai Qingyan stood up, held the carved partition of the ancestral hall and bent down, slapped the dead leaves on his skirt, and stepped out of the ancestral hall...
It was still the sunny sky when Bai Qingyan came in just now, but suddenly a large drop of rain fell, and it fell at Bai Qingyan's feet. It was a moment when it rained heavily.
The heavy outer door of the ancestral hall was pushed open. Lu Ping ran all the way to the double eaves of the ancestral hall in the rain, patted the rain on his shoulder, and bowed to Bai Qingyan with a smile: "Grand girl, this sunny rain is a good omen.
, usually come and go quickly, should the older girl wait for the rain to stop before going back, or leave now?"
Bai Qingyan turned around and looked at the swaying ancestral hall with bright lights and curled lips, which was a good omen.
"Let's go back!" Bai Qingyan said.
Lu Ping asked Chuntao to come in with an umbrella and held Bai Qingyan out of the ancestral hall.
Chuntao got on the carriage first and was about to help Bai Qingyan get on the carriage when he heard someone calling Bai Qingyan.
"Princess Zhenguo..."
Bai Qingyan paused, and in the heavy rain, he turned to look at the other end of the alley and saw an old man wearing a white cloth, wide-sleeved long gown, looking at Bai Qingyan with a smile and bowed to him.
The old man was covered in silver silk and a jade official. He was surrounded by his two disciples, an umbrella guard and a little boy. The old man's servant followed behind him in the Qingwei carriage.