Boyi took a step closer: "You haven't slept all night, why don't you lean against me and rest for a while?"
Yu Qiansi sighed softly and looked at Wang Song, who was kneeling beside the altar and couldn't help but shrug his shoulders.
He must be coughing and wheezing at this moment.
"Young master...are you okay?"
The two of them were standing at a position where they could see Wang Song's profile. When he put the handkerchief into his sleeves, Boyi was also startled by the eye-catching red color.
Yu Qiansi stared at the handkerchief: "The young master said he had to come and ordered me to give him acupuncture support."
These days, the old poison in the young master's body has become more frequent. Originally, he might only be unable to move for three or four days a month, but now, he can hardly walk.
But there was no way he could sit still during the grand ceremony today. Knowing that she didn't want to, he threatened her with his life and ordered her to perform acupuncture on him to delay.
This acupuncture method can temporarily relieve pain and suppress toxicity, but it can cause great damage to the internal organs, which is equivalent to drinking poison to quench thirst.
But he didn't care.
"I can look weak, but I can't be so weak that they think I can't fight back."
The courtiers and emperors could allow a gradually weakening Wang Song to temporarily take charge of the political power, but they would not allow a decommissioned Wang Song to control everything.
After the clear sound of the bell, the sound of drums, music, and chants suddenly started.
The master of ceremonies sang and the emperor entered the palace.
Yu Qiansi watched Wang Song stuff the veil back into his sleeves with trembling hands, and was helped by his attendants to stand up and salute.
While walking, the blood-stained veil fell to the ground and was stepped on and kicked by the officials coming and going, as it approached the deep crater of the volcano.
I don't know who the wind brought by someone's robe suddenly swept the veil into the bottomless crater of the volcano.
Jiang Jiqing raised his head and bowed in salute, reciting a sacrificial hymn, and the long final tune echoed among the immortals.
Those immortals still maintained their warm smiles, looking down at the young emperor.
Listening to the eulogy, Yu Qiansi felt like she was out of a dream. She closed her eyes, as if the blood-stained handkerchief that had fallen into the crater was still floating in front of her eyes.
She took a deep breath and looked at Boyi aside.
"lets go."
The two slipped out of the sacrificial hall, led by Boyi, stepped out of the stone steps, and headed towards the depths of the jungle behind the mountain.
Yu Qiansi was walking behind him and was slightly surprised when he saw that he had strayed away from the stone steps. However, he did not stop and turned around and followed him into the forest.
Boyi walked in front, using his body to block the forest branches for Yu Qiansi, while turning back frequently to watch her steps for her.
"The Huanjiang River on both sides of the Holy Mountain all converge behind the mountain. The ancestors of the Mo family cleverly set up the river channel. The water flow is turbulent and the whirlpools occur frequently, forming a natural barrier."
Yu Qiansi nodded, thinking: No wonder.
She had previously looked at the terrain of the formation in the valley and thought of a loophole in it.
Yi's formation did not include the Holy Mountain. If someone climbed from behind the mountain, they could bypass these deadly formations.
It turns out that the backside of the mountain is even more dangerous.
Walking through the trees with difficulty, the hazy skylight in the valley became even softer here. She looked up and saw that the dense branches divided the sky into many fragments.
It is very much like the ghost market hanging between the branches, looming.
At that time, Boyi was seriously injured in the ghost market. When the two escaped through the water, she looked up and saw the world as it is now.
He looked at the figure in front of him who was squeezing himself into the branches of a tree to clear a path for himself.
Just like a ghost market, like a prayer hall, he always seems to stand in front of himself in dangerous situations and adversity, carving a path for himself with all his heart.
Suddenly she had a strange thought: this road didn't seem so difficult.
The sound of water gradually grew louder in her ears, and after a large piece of white surrounded Boyi, she jumped out from the vacancy left by Boyi, and her eyes were wide open.
There is a huge stream at the foot, and the sunlight is spreading. The water surface in the distance looks like silvery scales, like a white dragon, twisting its body and moving noisily from the foot of the mountain towards the horizon.
There were many noisy and strange sounds of water boiling underfoot, which made Yu Qiansi couldn't help but look over.
The water surface at the foot of the mountain is so open that it looks like a dragon is sitting on it. The water surface is high and low, and there are countless small waterfalls in it. These small waterfalls also have different directions, heading towards the middle of the river from both sides.
A green leaf on the shoulder swirled and fell into the water. It was wrapped up in the small waterfalls and struggled in the white foam. It disappeared in a few breaths and was swallowed up by some whirlpool.
When Yu Qiansi saw this scene, he was slightly dizzy, his heart tightened, and he even felt unsteady on his feet.
"Be careful!" Boyi quickly took her back.
"The earth and rocks behind this mountain are not much different from those in the front mountain. They are extremely loose. In order to prevent people from stealing, they were cut and shoveled into a shape close to the cliff."
Yu Qiansi said "Oh" softly, took a few steps back, and stood in a small clearing that Boyi had finally stepped on, leaning against the trees.
"Where's that guy?"
A hoarse and tired voice came from one side: "In response to Master Hui Yu, little Shi Mo'er is here to wait for you two adults."
Boyi took a step diagonally, walked to the front of Yu Qian Si, and followed the sound.
"Thank you for your hard work, sirs." Shi Mo'er had already cut down a small piece of forest trees to create a slightly sloping platform. Due to the work, his dark face was slightly purple from the sun.
On the other side, an arched hole was also cleared, and he also reinforced the hole with branches and stones very properly. A foul smell blew out from the hole from time to time, causing the surrounding trees to rustle.
Shi Mo'er looked at Yu Qiansi's expression and carefully apologized.
"It's not the little one who is putting the two adults in trouble. The little one went up the mountain first according to the map given by Lord Yu, only to find that only a small piece of the gap in the imperial mausoleum was dug, and the sealing stone inside was not damaged.
It was really difficult to move it away with one person's strength. That's when I came up with this method."
Before coming to Longyuan, Shi Mo'er stayed at the place where light vessels circulated in the ghost market for a few days. He discovered a suspicious person who always brought some jade and antiquities from this dynasty to trade.
I just found out about this place from that person.
"The craftsmen who built the imperial tombs in the past were inevitably trapped and killed, so they secretly built secret tunnels. Because most of the mountains were filled with imperial tombs, or they were traps, and there were not many places that could be dug through. As they went back and forth, the craftsmen of the past dynasties dug in unison.
On the road leading to the back of the mountain."
At present, there are no treasures from the late emperor's period on the market. That person is just an ancestor who came here to work as a craftsman. He does not know the details of the late emperor's period, but in the future, he should be able to find a breakthrough through this secret passage.
After he said this, he glanced at Yu Qiansi, and saw that she suddenly laughed out loud after hearing what he said, her eyes curled up, and she didn't seem angry, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
But then he thought of the name of Jade Rakshasa, the God of Smiling Killer, and his heart began to tremble again.
"Interesting," Yu Qiansi poked Boyi with his arm, his eyes full of teasing: "What if Zuo of the Great Sheng Kingdom can last forever and cannot be buried on this mountain in the future?"
Boyi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but still frowned and pretended to be serious: "Don't be kidding."
