"This half-month recuperation is easy to understand. It is just to help the emperor take good care of his body. But the mountain is so high, do you really have to walk up it on your knees? Even if it is just to torture yourself and silence the world, it is too tragic, right?
.I won’t stop him from kneeling down, but the courtiers can’t suffer along with him, right? The young master’s body will certainly not be able to bear it.”
"There are more," Boyi was about to answer, when Yu Qiansi asked: "Bloodletting on the top of the mountain? What kind of regulations are these?"
Boyi thought for a while and answered her most concerned question first.
"Don't worry about this. The so-called kneeling ceremony is just going up the mountain to worship."
The tombs of the ancestors of the Jiang family are all located on the mountain, scattered one after another.
The mountain is high and the road is dangerous, so it is not practical to walk up the mountain on your knees. Therefore, since the time of Emperor Ling, people have walked up the mountain instead and paid homage at the entrance of every imperial tomb.
"That's pretty much it," Yu Qiansi breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and then found this word game quite hilarious.
“I don’t know if I’m fooling gods or ghosts!”
"Aru, be careful what you say." Boyi looked at him with fondness and spoke to stop him.
"How much bloodletting is required?" Thinking of this, Yu Qiansi straightened up and asked curiously.
"You don't want him to bleed out and die on the top of the mountain, right?" Boyi had a headache when he heard her expectant tone: "It's just a matter of cutting his wrist and letting a few drops of blood flow into the crater."
"Oh," Yu Qiansi instantly lost his curiosity and shrank back to his chair: "He's fooling the ghosts and gods again."
"That's not true..."
Perhaps this is the most central part of all rituals.
Boyi pondered for a moment and said: "The ancestors of the Jiang family believed deeply in the matter of blood. Emperor Gaozu believed that human blood has special power, so major sacrificial activities require the emperor's blood to show that he values it."
Having said this, Boyi's bright black eyes darkened.
His identity and bloodline are shackles for him. As long as he lives, this identity will bring endless disasters.
It is an existence that can never be escaped.
Seeing him become silent, Yu Qiansi didn't understand what he was thinking.
Why isn't she like this?
Bloodline is the most vicious curse in the world, imprisoning them.
In every joyful moment, they will be reminded through the beating of their pulses: all this joy does not belong to them.
For Boyi, blood is even more cruel.
If his true identity is spread, even if Boyi dies, someone will use this identity to cause unrest in the world.
If it were Yu Qiansi in the past, she might have naively thought that Boyi was a man who repaid kindness and would be tolerant to the Feng family's actions. But now she can see clearly the most important reason for Boyi's forbearance.
——
It was because of the Feng family's control over Boyi's identity that they forced Boyi to obey the Feng family's orders.
If Boyi refuses, the Feng family can reveal Boyi's identity to the public. At that time, even if he doesn't want to, he can only be involved in the situation.
No more life left.
Sometimes, she really wished that she was still the same Yu Qiansi who sneered at government affairs, so that she could at least think less and sleep more at night.
However, if she can think more, the young master can think less.
If the young master can sleep well, it will be helpful for his illness.
Thinking of this, Yu Qiansi put his hand on Boyi's hand, just like he did to comfort himself before.
"These are not important. After understanding their movements during the past half month, I will know how to turn light into darkness."
The faint warmth from the palm of his hand spread to his hand. Boyi looked down at the two hands that were overlapped together. He remembered the time when he met the saint, and he comforted her like this in a desperate situation. The grief and helplessness in his heart instantly disappeared.
clean.
Boyi smiled in relief: "You really already know who is the 'dark' now."
*
After another day of rituals, Lan Shu staggered back to Lanju with his feet swaying and his face pale.
"A Shu, how is the situation?"
Lan Shu no longer had the strength to speak. He shook his head. He suddenly felt dizzy and his limbs were numb. He leaned on the pillars and managed to stand still.
"I'm sorry, uncles, I have become increasingly weak these days and I can't catch up with him. I...I tried my best."
"It's not your fault," an old man lamented, patted Lan Shu's shoulder, and several people worked together to help him sit down.
"You have to take care of various ritual matters every day. The sun is shining brightly, so you are weaker than us. If he doesn't want to see us, you won't be able to catch up with him no matter how fast you chase him."
Lan Shu was depressed in her heart and sour in her mouth: "Could it be that this is the fate of the Lan family..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at an old man in gray clothes who was sitting in silence in the hall. His beard and hair were all white, but his face had some gray color. Although he didn't speak, he exuded an oppressive aura.
Come.
When everyone saw that the old man remained motionless, they all became dejected, leaving only the sound of heavy and sometimes light breathing in the hall.
"Is it possible that, despite all our efforts to lure him to the imperial mausoleum, we still can't do anything with him?!"
An old man in gray clothes beat his chest angrily: "If it weren't for my Lan family, how could the Jiang family secure the throne? Now they want to use this kind of thing to pinch us! The Jiang family is really... ungrateful! They are in vain to be the emperor.
Bit!"
The old man in the hall slowly opened his eyes.
"The emperor has not yet had an heir. Even if he has an heir, he cannot immediately help the Lan family. Even if you are dissatisfied, what can you do? Kill him out of anger and let the whole Lan family be buried with him?"
"After so many years and so many times, generations of the Lan family have endured it. What else can't be endured now?" He said, lifting up the corner of his robe, standing up, walking to the window with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.
Looking at the green mountains in the distance, he sighed slowly for a long time: "Remember, as long as you survive, the Lan family will have hope!"
"Elder Lanfu is right..." The people in the hall muttered and lowered their heads, their shoulders slumped and their eyebrows drooped, as if they had been lowered into the dust, just like the dirt lingering in the cracks of the bluestone slabs when sweeping.
Lan Shu looked around, the fire in his heart was boiling and wanted to dry out his internal organs. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the original pain was more, or the current anger was more.
"Lan Shu may have a plan. If the elders of the clan agree, it may be possible to save the Lan clan from this desperate situation forever!"
Lan Fu turned around with a cold and defeated face: "How presumptuous! Did you know——"
"Lan Shu naturally knows everything!" Lan Shu didn't know where the strength came from, and said with all his strength: "Master has told us that Lan Shu should know more than all the uncles now! Because of this, Lan Shu
That’s why we have to plan for our Lan family! If the emperor can do this once, he can do it thousands of times. We can’t be so passive anymore!”
Only by taking the initiative can we win a chance of survival!
Lan Shu glanced at the people in the hall and saw that their faces were relaxed, which made her even more confident.