Chapter 162: Stupid woman who is the baby's father? 4
The servants in the mansion were all shocked and watched helplessly as the brocade robe was thrown far away, but no one dared to grab it and pick it up.
"You...what are you doing? Is Ruyi admiring the Queen's embroidery work worth losing your temper?"
Ruyi's face turned red.
"You know I'm not targeting you. We're going to leave soon. Are you ready?"
He didn't show any apology at all, he just said this coldly
you!
Ruyi stared at him with her eyes
But at this moment, she clearly saw the unbearable glistening in his eyes. Are they the tears of a man?
She was shocked
Never thought that such a domineering man would shed tears?
Is he doing it for his father?
Or for that brocade robe?
She lowered her head and thought for a moment, puzzled
When he raised his head again, his expression had changed, and he was as cold as before.
The procession to worship at Jiugong Mountain has begun to set off
The procession for the sacrifice was very long, stretching for several kilometers.
The people participating in the sacrifice were all dressed in white plain clothes, with a natural sadness between their brows.
There are even more slaves who are crying secretly. It can be seen that the old prince of Prince Feng's Mansion is very popular.
The sacrificial offerings are also very abundant, mostly meat animals, including pigs, cattle, sheep, horses, etc.
They were all packed up cleanly, placed in special containers, and carried all the way up the mountain by the servants of the palace.
The final place for the sacrificial activities is the Jiugong Pavilion on Jiugong Mountain
That's where the old prince's coffin is laid.
In fact, even after setting off, Ruyi had a doubt in his heart. He always wanted to ask Leng Qingfeng that the tombs of princes, generals and ministers had other locations, not in Jiugong Mountain, but why was his father's tomb placed in Jiugong Mountain?
Where is the mountain?
But looking at Leng Qingfeng's expression, she knew she couldn't ask anything.
At this time, Leng Qingfeng's face was solemn, and there was a very clear indifference and hatred between his eyebrows. He should have deep feelings for his father, but how could he have such an expression of hatred?