The ancestral hall was built only five years ago. It is three times larger than the old ancestral hall, with five entrances.
The hall is four rooms wide, with five large doors. It is gorgeous and solemn. All the lights are bright at the moment. The "masters" of the Jiang family who came in a hurry looked panicked and looked at the high wall opposite the door.
Except for the portrait in the middle that is really shedding "blood and tears", there are two pieces of paper, one red and one white, on both sides.
Written on white paper, scrawled on the general's grave.
Red paper book, Tomb Zhongsen's clothes and bones.
"Who could have done this?" A gentleman's voice trembled, "Who could have done this?!"
Jiang Qilang, who had just finished the third test of Tongsheng, and was awarded the title of Scholar, pointed to the couplet: "You see this character... This character is the character of the Nineteenth Duke!"
Jiang's other men who had read the book looked at him one after another, and the more they looked at him, the more they looked like him.
In May of the seventh year of Jianwu's reign, Jiang's 19th Gong ascended the imperial palace to take the Jinshi examination. He successively participated in politics in Zhuzhou. In the 19th year of Jianwu's reign, he entered the capital and was promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Personnel.
He has been dead for eighty years. He was the highest-ranking official of several generations of the Chiang family and is admired by future generations.
He was a master of calligraphy and left behind many treasures of calligraphy. The younger generations often imitated his handwriting. Now Jiang Qilang said it, everyone was shocked.
"It's really the words of the Nineteenth Duke!" said another person.
"The general's grave is covered with grass, and his clothes and bones are buried in the grave. What does this mean?"
"If you put grass on the general's grave, isn't that our Jiang character?!"
With these words, everyone looked back at the portrait that was shedding "blood and tears".
It was a cold day in the spring evening, and the mountain wind howled outside the ancestral hall, causing the door leaves to sway, and layers of goosebumps covered everyone's backs and heads.
Xia Zhaoyi, who had gone and returned, was now hiding motionless on the golden pillars behind the four wooden vertical screens in the east, hiding between the Baotou beam and the brackets.
When the Jiang family came forward to take a look, they knew that these were not "blood", but safflower pigment and syrup.
At first light, the strange things that happened in the Jiang family ancestral hall reached the ears of Jiang Mengxing in the city, and the whole Jiang family was alarmed.
Jiang Mengxing lost all sleep, got up, took a carriage and rushed back to his hometown.
It happened to be the morning market, and the road out of the city was blocked by farmers swarming in from outside the city. The carriage slowed down in the countercurrent.
Jiang Mengxing urged the coachman angrily. Suddenly he heard voices coming from outside, and he lifted the curtain to look.
Several old farmers were talking about the strange things that happened in Dong's ancestral temple.
Jiang Mengxing frowned and asked the old servant beside him: "Are they talking about the Dong family ancestral hall, not my Jiang family?"
"Yes." said the old servant.
"Go down and ask, ask clearly."
The old servant got off the carriage and came forward to ask questions. When he came back, he relayed everything.
"The branch of the old tree, the soul is cooked in the oil pan," Jiang Mengxing said blankly, "What kind of evil is this..."
"Master, could someone do this maliciously?"
"How malicious? Those words on the Jiang family ancestral hall are my 19th Duke! How many people have imitated it without the essence and acted maliciously?"
"Then this matter... Master, in comparison, the branches of the old tree and the souls cooked in the oil pan are even more terrifying. Could it be that the Dong family has done something harmful to nature recently?"
"How do I know?" Jiang Mengxing waved his hands, not wanting to hear any more.
Unexpectedly, as the carriage went further, they heard that strange things were happening in the ancestral halls of several other clan families, not just the Jiang family and the Dong family.
Jiang Mengxing's heart sank and he felt very uneasy.
Once this kind of thing spreads, more bizarre versions will follow.
"It's going to turn upside down." Jiang Mengxing murmured.
When it was almost past midnight, a bullock cart slowly stopped at the back door of Hengyuan Study Room.
The old farmer got out of the car and knocked on the door several times before someone came to open it.
"What's going on?" asked the maid who opened the door.
The old farmer removed the haystack behind him. When the servant girl saw the undressy girl lying on the haystack sleeping soundly, she was immediately startled: "Girl!"
Everyone in the house became busy. Some people went to bring hot water, while others went to Yanbo Tower to call for separation.
Xia Zhaoyi was woken up and when she opened her eyes, she saw a fat little man standing by the soft couch wagging his tail.
She smiled slightly, touched the little fat man's head, and fell asleep again.
It was just after noon when I woke up. The sun was shining brightly outside the house. Xia Zhaoyi sat up from the soft couch and opened the window next to the soft couch. The breeze came in from the outside, and the children of the maid were chasing each other and playing around outside.
Zhao Shan himself has sons and daughters, all of whom live in Hengxiang. These servants were hired locally. Zhao Shan was a nice person, so their children also played in the mansion.
At this time, Xia Zhaoyi saw a person, Su Yumei's brother, Su Heng.
He looked like a gardener, busy among the flowers, but soon, Xia Zhaoyi realized that he was not busy, but more like looking for something.
Without looking further, Xia Zhaoyi looked away, lowered his head and smelled his clothes. There was a very unpleasant smell of bullock carts, or in other words, the smell of cow dung.
When Zhili returned from abroad, Xia Zhaoyi had finished taking a bath and was slowly drinking bone soup in the backyard.
Turning around and seeing Zhili in a mess, Xia Zhaoyi frowned slightly and walked towards Zhili: "Senior sister."
"Falled?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
"It's so strange," Zhili sat down, "Since yesterday, the entire Xizhou Mansion has been acting weird."
"How strange it is."
"Yesterday, a crazy horse ran rampant on the street. Today there are two horses, one by the Guangfang River, and it is said that there is also one in the south of the city. Moreover, either people were beaten here, or there was a fire there, and many innocent passers-by suffered. This chaos, started
Too fast."
Xia Zhaoyi thought he was going to talk about those ancestral halls on the outskirts of the city.
"From what you tell me, this can't be a coincidence," Xia Zhaoyi said, "someone is causing trouble secretly."
"It has nothing to do with us, but it is really hateful to hurt innocent people."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "Well, you have heard the rumors about those ancestral halls."
"Ha," Zhili also smiled, "Of course I heard it, but don't think about it, it must be related to senior sister. But senior sister, why do you have to be in trouble with those people's ancestral halls?"
"The Ancestral Temple outside Jinping Palace is almost being repaired," Xia Zhaoyi said, "it's also about to catch fire."
"Senior sister wants to attack the Ancestral Temple?"
Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "Well, from that day on, Li Ju will never have peace again, and I will make him suffer from nightmares every day."
Her tone was calm, calm and elegant, but she could hear the hidden undercurrents beneath her words.
"Okay!" Zhili said happily, "Great!"
When the chef saw Zhi Li come back, he also brought a bowl of hot bone soup.
The bones are stewed very well, the soup is transparent and light white, with thin slices of ginger and green onion floating in it, and there is also yam and angelica in it, which is fragrant and delicious.
Zhili took a sip and showed an intoxicated expression: "It's so delicious. It smells really good. I'm giving a bowl to Brother Shen."
"It won't taste good if you send it here. It's better when it's hot. You can wait until he comes over next time and let the cook cook it again." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Just now, Brother Shen was originally going to come with me," Zhili said, "but when Dai Yu came back, he said he had something to talk about, so he didn't come."
Xia Zhaoyi nodded.
"By the way," Zhili said casually, "I came out of Yanbo Tower and happened to see Miss Xu. She admired Brother Shen and gave her a basket of sugar cane. But Brother Shen didn't want it, so she left it outside the inn to dry."
