In the ancestral hall, there are portraits of other Su ancestors hanging on the whitewashed surrounding walls, Su Duhan did not have time to pay respects, first under the guidance of the patriarch, put his father's tablet at the bottom, and stared solemnly at the few tablets on the table. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mother's tablet will probably not be placed next to his father's tablet in the Su family's ancestral hall, Su Duhan flashed a mockery in his heart, and silently stared at the blank space on the table.

His own tablet should not be placed in this place in the future, not only him, but also the tablet of the entire Su family, should be restored to its original surname, and it should be entered into the Great Zhou Palace in a grand manner.

Since the previous generations of ancestors have not completed this mission, they will make an end in his hands. Su Duhan secretly vowed that he would complete this mission that had lasted for more than 100 years.

Su Duhan took a few steps forward and looked at the two portraits of the ancestors seriously. Although he heard Su Guangfu say the name several times, this was the first time he had seen a portrait of a real person.

It's like a father's flipper, but it's less heroic and more elegant than his father. Su Duhan looked at it carefully, and the resemblance between his eyebrows and eyes with His Royal Highness Chongjiu was undoubted.

After watching the portraits of His Royal Highness Chongjiu and his wife Ruan, Su Duhan looked at the portraits of other ancestors in the ancestral hall, which have been passed down from generation to generation, and the younger generations have inherited the handsomeness of His Royal Highness Chongjiu, and Su Duhan admires it sourly.

One by one, he was incense in front of the portrait, and suddenly stopped in front of the portrait of a young woman.

Seeing him stop, the patriarch hurriedly stepped forward to explain: "This is Miss Zhangtai, the granddaughter of His Royal Highness Chongjiu. He was only fifteen years old when he died, and because he was not married, he did not have the incense of his husband's family to enjoy, and his ancestors also offered the portrait of the young lady in the ancestral hall. ”

Su Duhan sighed, stood in front of the portrait and looked at the portrait of this Miss Zhangtai for a long time. At first glance, Miss Zhangtai has a dignified appearance, high temples, a light red peony flower in the middle of her hair, and is dressed in a moon-white embroidered jasmine sea right brocade in the style of the previous dynasty.

I once heard people say that her gentle appearance is a little similar to herself, and it is because of this that day that she fell in love with Mrs. Anguo at first sight. Seeing the portrait of this young lady today, Su Duhan suddenly realized that Wen Wan was not like herself, but Miss Zhangtai, the granddaughter of His Royal Highness Chongjiu.

In other words, Wen Wan is like His Royal Highness Chongjiu himself.

The world is full of wonders, and there are really people in this world who are not related by blood to this point, as if they came out of the same vein.

Su Duhan looked at the portrait and turned back frequently, and only returned to the offering table at the urging of the patriarch.

Those who can enter the main hall are the most descendant of the Su family, and the patriarch led everyone to pay incense and worship, and respectfully apologized to the portrait of His Royal Highness Chongjiu. He carefully removed the portrait of His Highness Chongjiu, revealing a silver-gilt candlestick behind him.

The patriarch slowly turned the candlestick, pulling the underground mechanism, and Su Duhan saw that with a heavy creaking sound, the incense case in front of the ancestor tablet turned back, revealing a secret door in the original position.

The patriarch continued to wrench his gear, and from the secret door, an even older incense case slowly rose to the ground, and on the gold-clad incense table of rosewood was placed a pure gold incense burner carved with two dragons playing with pearls, and more tablets were densely placed on it.

The tablet is still made of brass gilt, with a clear yellow gold, but the pattern surrounding the name of the deceased has changed from ordinary arabesque pattern to Ruiyun dragon pattern.

This is the tablet of the emperors and queens of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which was placed in the dark underground of the ancestral hall by the Su clan, and only on the most important day was invited to come out to accept the worship of the descendants.

Su Duhan had already learned this from the patriarch's mouth, and seeing the tablet slowly rising, for the first time, he felt that he was so close to the royal family of the Great Zhou, and he was annoyed that they were so far away from him now. He followed behind the patriarch and bowed his head respectfully, paying homage to his ancestors who should have been buried in the imperial tomb to enjoy the honor, but now there are no bones left.

The windows of the inner hall of the ancestral hall were closed, and the thick dark green velvet curtain was pulled tightly the moment the offering table was raised, and the sunlight outside could not shine, making the light a little dim.

Only in front of the old offering table are embedded two night pearls the size of eggs. The beads are shining, clearly reflecting the eye-catching Zhou characters on the tablets.

Su Duhan was sad and joyful, and even worshiped the tablet a little mechanically, which was equivalent to truly recognizing his identity as an orphan of the Great Zhou.

A secret that I had only heard before, but now it is realized, what is the Murong family, he is the real dragon son and phoenix grandson, the imperial relatives of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At that time, it was also the patriarch who led the young Su Rui into the ancestral hall and told him his true identity, but he didn't expect Su Rui to despise his identity and chose not to say goodbye, and since then he has gone against the Su family.

Looking at today's little masters, they are not only willing to believe in them, but also willing to take the restoration of the Great Zhou as their own responsibility. The patriarch led everyone to kneel at his feet again, shedding tears of excitement, and even spoke a little trembling: "The ministers have been guarding for many years, and finally welcome back the little master, and the restoration of the Great Zhou is just around the corner. ”

Where are the Su clansmen, all of them are descendants of the remnants of the previous dynasty, passed down from generation to generation, and secretly enshrine the tablets of the emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Su Duhan pressed his heart, looked around at everyone with gentle eyes, and showed an elegant and modest smile: "You have worked hard for many years, and you still refuse to give up the great cause of restoring the country in times of great difficulty, and you are very proud of your loyalty." Twilight hated to learn about her life so late, that she had wasted years of good time. Now that we are conspiring together, we will rely on you a lot in the future, so please do it. ”

Looking at the patriarch and the people behind him, Su Duhan's heart was full of enthusiasm. He reached the ground in a green shirt, bent down and took a deep look: "You are all the heroes of my Great Zhou, please bow to the twilight."

The patriarch hurriedly came to help, moved and panicked, and said hurriedly: "The master's words killed our group of minions, and it was the minions who were useless, so that they had nothing to achieve for several years, so that the little master was only known as a son of the world. ”

There was wine in the ancestral hall, and everyone was allied with blood, whether it was a branch in Yunnan or a visitor from outside the Guan, all the Su clansmen swore a heavy oath in front of the emperors of the Zhou family, taking the restoration of the Great Zhou as their own responsibility, and always obeying Su Duhan's dispatch.

Since Su Rui is no longer there, the clansmen have changed their names since then, and they have honored Su Duhan as the master.

The patriarch presented a lacquered brocade box made of golden silk nanmu, opened the gilded lock on it, and the blue color of the Great Zhou royal jade seal appeared in front of Su Duhan.

Su Duhan reached out and touched the treasure left by the ancestor. The texture of the jade seal was warm and warm, and he vaguely felt that through the jade seal that had been touched by many generations, he seemed to hold the hands of his ancestors and perceive their heaviness and sorrow. (To be continued.) )