The whole hall is plain, cold and dull, with the white silk fluttering and the spiritual tablets looming, it is a mourning hall!
Under the altar table, there is a straw mat, covered with white cloth, and a thin human figure can be seen on the protrusion. Apex 23S.
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"You...you are so vicious. The young prince is just seriously ill and in a coma. Why do you..."
Outside the mourning hall, Mr. Wu Fu's face was ashen, his eyes full of despair, and he screamed in anger and despair.
"Hey, it's already a dying person. If you put it here, you won't have to decorate it again, hahaha!"
"That's right, that's right, Mr. Wu is also an old man in the palace. Now the palace is not well-off, so he will save what he can. Please be considerate of us!"
"Brother Dong is right. It's not easy for us to be servants. Please don't bother me!"
Several strong servants with ruffian faces were holding their arms and laughing. Wu Fu was so angry that he was shaking all over and almost fainted.
If it weren't for the support of the faith in his heart, his incomplete body would have been unable to support it long ago!
"The imperial edict has arrived!"
Just when Wu Fu was in despair, a high-pitched roll call came.
I saw a group of white-faced and beardless young eunuchs, as well as several palace stewards, surrounded by a middle-aged eunuch with an arrogant face and narrow eyebrows walking towards them.
The expressions of several servants changed, and they knelt on the ground in fear. They glared at Wu Fu with a hint of threat.
"Eunuch Han, the young prince is seriously ill and has fainted. He has a high fever. Please, for the sake of past kindness, please ask an imperial doctor to take action..."
Wu Fu obviously knew the person coming and hurriedly rushed to greet him and called for help.
But what made him look ashen was that this 'acquaintance' with whom he had had a pleasant drink just waved his hand coldly and was thrown to the ground by an oncoming force, and he was thrown to his back.
As he aged, he suddenly had stars in his eyes, was out of breath, and almost fainted.
No one noticed that the 'corpse' under the white cloth in the mourning hall trembled violently.
"Hmph, how is it appropriate to shout and yell in front of the Holy Emperor? Wu Fu, you are also an old man in the capital, how can you be so ignorant of etiquette?
Since you have been away from Beijing for many years, my father-in-law will not care about this with you anymore. Wu Ming, the direct grandson of King Wu, will listen to your orders."
Eunuch Han put on all his airs and glanced disdainfully at the white cloth placed in the inner hall. Regardless of whether Wu Ming was there or not, he said in a sharp voice, "The Holy One has decreed that King Wu died young and left only his legitimate grandson. I can't bear it."
I am very relieved to have returned to Beijing to observe my filial piety after wandering abroad.
Therefore, I am going to give you a banquet in the palace tonight to appease my concerns! I appreciate this!"
"Eunuch Han, the young prince has traveled a long way and is now seriously ill and unconscious. How can he attend the royal banquet? Please..."
Wu Fu had stars flashing in front of his eyes, and he endured the pain of dizziness.
"Wu Fu, this is not our responsibility as slaves. As for the young prince's illness, go to the imperial doctor. Leave the robes here and send them to you."
All the people from the palace ignored Wu Fu who was standing there blankly, and surrounded Eunuch Han and walked away.
"Wait, how could you do this? This is the only bloodline of the old prince... Ah, God is unfair, has even the emperor forgotten the merits of the old prince? Two generations of the Wu family are the Great Song Dynasty..."
Snap!
The hoarse and desperate roar ended abruptly with a slap in the face. Wu Fu fell to the ground and spit out the few remaining teeth mixed with blood.
"You bitch slave, you can criticize the Emperor. If it weren't for the sake of past friendship, I would have killed you with one palm of my hand today!
If you want to die easily, you can just find Bai Ling to hang up with you!"
Eunuch Han left and came back, Yiyiran dropped the white handkerchief that he wiped his palms with, and left behind a vicious word that did not conceal his malice.
Obviously, he is not looking at 'past friendship', but just driving people to death!
…
"Haha, as expected, the most ruthless emperor's family, what about the relationship between monarch and minister, forget it, the old prince is gone, the prince has also gone, there is no point in the old slave living, so let's go down with the young prince... Wuwu
!”
The old man glanced at the motionless Wu Ming, tremblingly dragged the chair over, tied two pieces of white silk together, and hung it around his neck while crying.
"Uncle Fu, Uncle Fu!"
At this moment, the 'corpse' under the white cloth suddenly stood up, and Wu Ming shouted hoarsely.
"Your Highness, you... you are not dead?"
Wu Fu's figure suddenly froze, and the dim light shone on his orange-skinned old face, staring straight into his green, turbid old eyes.
"Yeah, I just fainted from hunger and had a dream. I dreamed of... mother, she asked me to live well."
Wu Ming lied without blushing and out of breath, secretly twisted his thigh hard, squeezed out a few tears that were neither salty nor weak, and looked at the portrait above the altar table with a "sad" look.
Wu Fu fell to his knees with a cry, hugging Wu Ming and crying to the sky: "You are all useless old slaves. You are suffering from cold and hunger. Fortunately, the princess is blessed by the spirit of heaven. How pitiful is the heaven! Oh!"
He was crying hoarsely and couldn't speak clearly. Blood mixed with tears flowed down, covering Wu Ming's body.
"Uncle Fu, it's okay. I'm still alive and I won't let anyone bully us like this again!"
Wu Ming endured the discomfort caused by the withered chicken claw-like hand walking around his body, feeling a little sad in his heart.
Memories are compatible and we feel the same way!
Even if he is a mature soul, the unwillingness and anger buried deep in his heart are extremely real.
It's just that his heart is as hard as iron and he won't show it easily.
"Your Highness is right!"
Wu Fu's heart was palpitating, but he didn't notice the changes in Wu Ming. He only felt that his little prince had encountered a disaster and had enlightened.
Gulu!
With his stomach pounding, Wu Ming almost fainted from hunger. Regardless of whether he was respectful or not, he reached out and grabbed the offerings on the altar table.
Wu Fu was stunned by his disrespectful behavior and didn't know what to do for a moment!
Bang!
Wu Ming, who was as weak as Wu Ming, barely touched a fruit and knocked over a broken lotus lantern on the altar table, hitting him on the head and causing a wisp of blood to flow.
"Ouch! A guy like this is here to bully...me!"
Wu Ming grinned and screamed in pain, covering his forehead to suppress the stars in his eyes, and casually handed the fruit to Wu Fu. He grabbed the lotus lantern and was about to throw it away, but was suddenly stunned.
"My young prince, you are weak, don't get angry!"
Wu Fu Lao's eyes were full of worry, and he didn't see the look of surprise in Wu Ming's eyes, which were covered by his hair and shrunk like needlepoints in an instant.
"Ha, it's okay, this may be my mother reminding me!"
Wu Ming laughed to cover it up, put the lotus lantern back on the altar with all his strength, wiped a dried fruit on it, and ate it.
These offerings had obviously been left out for a long time, and the skins were wrinkled, and the incense and candle offering furnaces had been cold for an unknown amount of time, which clearly shows how dedicated the people in the palace were.
Wu Ming, who was full of worries, felt like chewing wax. In front of Wu Fu, he did not dare to look at the lotus lantern again, and he did not notice that the few drops of blood stained on the lotus lantern disappeared in the fleeting blue-purple brilliance.
Wu Fu looked at Wu Ming with tears streaming down his face, not even noticing this strange phenomenon!
"Okay, uh, if mother knows, she will understand too!"
Sensing the abnormality in his gaze, Wu Ming subconsciously acted on his personality. Fortunately, adapting to changes was his strong point, so he quickly made amends.
Along the way, I was unconscious and talking nonsense with a fever. I endured the pain and screamed based on my intuition before entering the city. I have been in coma until now, and it is completely compatible with the large number of memory fragments in my mind.
Basically, I understand the current situation. How can the word "miserable" be used to describe it?
No matter what kind of offerings they have to make, if they don't eat something, the two of them will burp!
It is a strange thing in the world that a dignified prince was forced to eat the offerings of his own mother and concubine. How disrespectful is this?
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusuuuu, princess, this old slave is useless..."
Wu Fu beat his chest and stamped his feet, holding the shriveled fruit in his arms, and burst into tears.
Looking at Wu Fu's toothless bloody mouth, Wu Ming felt a little sad. He silently took the fruit, crushed it, put it on the offering plate, and persuaded him to eat it.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m in another world, but even though the fruit has been there for a long time, it’s still delicious and juicy.
Wu Ming, who only had half his life left, chewed several offerings and finally regained some strength.
Wu Fuli was so cruel that he was slapped again. His mind was in a state of ups and downs. With a mixture of sadness and joy, he finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep.
…
"He is also a poor man!"
He looked at Wu Fu with pity, folded a few folds of white cloth, and covered him. Wu Ming stared at his green eyes and grabbed all the plates on the altar table in front of him. He didn't care whether they were broken or not, but he was just a mess.
Eat Haisai.
No wonder he was suffering from illness and hunger along the way!
But a pair of eyes like hungry wolves were staring at the lotus lantern on the altar table!
"How is it possible? How could this thing be here? I clearly remember that this is a cultural relic from the Great Buddha Temple. So many people died in order to get back this precious bullshit cultural relic, and I even risked my life in the end. How is it possible...
…”
Even if he accepted the fact of traveling to another world, Wu Ming still could not determine the authenticity of this lotus lantern.
Because it was so similar that he could never mistake the cultural relics he had handled based on his memory.
Not only the patina on the top, but also the missing three lotus petals, or the missing wick and dents in the base, they are exactly the same!
But he clearly remembered that when he was seriously injured, he died together with those foreign ghosts.
In an explosion like that, being shattered into pieces is the inevitable outcome. How can you care about precious bronze cultural relics?
"Could it be that my time traveling has something to do with this broken lamp?"
An idea flashed in my mind, I grabbed the lotus lantern and looked around, but found nothing interesting, so I threw it back to the altar table in frustration.
…
After finishing the three plates of offerings, Wu Ming licked the corner of his mouth and looked at the portrait and the tomb.
In the imperial concubine's mourning hall, there wasn't even a person keeping vigil. The incense had gone cold, and the white silk was fluttering. It was dark and cold, seeming to express the silent desolation.
"The two women are so pitiful. One is a widow at home and suffers from longing for her. The other is a hostage outside the Great Wall and has to travel across mountains and rivers to come back. In the end, she burps.
It’s not easy, forget it, the dead person is the most important, so let’s burn some incense! Who knows that we are good people!”
Wu Ming wiped his hands indiscriminately, trying to feel some compassion in himself, and shamelessly put on the incense stick.
The incense was broken and there was no open flame, so it was just inserted into the incense burner.
After sitting quietly for a long time, sorting through my memories, I found that it was far more complicated than I thought.
His predecessor was just a thirteen-year-old boy, and his mind could not compare with someone like him who had gone through mountains and volcanoes of swords.
"Some people wish that this unlucky child would die. The King of Wu is worth a lot of money, and he only has a few external possessions. There are quite a lot of white-eyed wolves.
If one has cultivated to such a high level in this other world, he can really move mountains and seas, fly into the sky and escape from the earth, just like the legends of ancient Chinese gods, right?
However, these humble fruits are quite good. Even now, my stomach is still feeling warm.
It took me thirty years to use "Xiantian Gong" before I could feel Qi, maybe..."
Wu Ming was extremely excited when he thought that martial arts practitioners might have the inner strength they have been pursuing all their lives to reappear in their own hands.
The iron will that has been cultivated through countless life and death fights almost instinctively calms the mind and performs the exercises according to the mental method.
Perhaps it was because he ate fruits from another world. After half a small week of practice, his navel began to feel hot, and there was a vague air current surging in his dantian.
As the saying goes, when you practice one breath internally, only when the energy circulates in the Dantian for a short period of time can the power of movement be initially achieved.
"There's a way...ahem!"
Just when he was about to complete the small circle of the circle in one go, Wu Ming's heart trembled, his whole body trembled, the heat suddenly disappeared, and he vomited out a mouthful of old blood in pain.
It was so hard that I just vomited on the lotus lantern.
"No, I obviously have a sense of energy, but I don't believe in evil..."
Under the temptation of the coveted inner strength, Wu Ming became stubborn and began to exercise his skills again. However, he was suddenly struck by a sound as clear as a child's but also strange and inexplicable. He was so startled that his neck went cold and he froze.