The soft soles stepped on the petals, Hua Jincheng stepped forward step by step behind Bai Rou, and every step seemed to feel her heart beating, that mysterious feeling made Hua Jincheng excited, but it also made her feel a little uneasy, but no matter what, since she had come, she could only stop her chest to deal with it, because she had no way to retreat. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hua Jincheng put her hand on her abdomen, she thought about the corners of her eyes, thinking about Yun Xiuhan, thinking about Bai Gong and Bai Liang, thinking about if she died here today, then there would be other women by Yun Xiuhan's side in the future, taking her place all along, enjoying the pampering and tenderness she coveted.

Hua Jincheng knew that she shouldn't be so selfish, but she couldn't help but start to be jealous of that woman, jealous of the person who could take her place, every time she thought about it, her whole heart hurt as if she was fried in a frying pan.

Above the steps is a flat emptiness, on the left side is a cliff, not too high, only three or four meters long, and on the right is a gentle slope, on which all kinds of wild flowers bloom, but Hua Jincheng can smell the unusual smell there.

Wind chimes made of brand-new bamboo are hung on the corners of the eaves, vermilion window frames, vermilion pillars, vermilion gates, and even the words written on the plaque are all vermilion.

What should an ancestral hall look like?

Hua Jincheng thought about it a lot.

or solemn, or dull, or quiet and elegant, but I never thought that there would be such a bright and dazzling ancestral hall, just like a beauty with heavy makeup, showing her own style in front of everyone who sees it.

The glazed tiles shine brightly in the sun, and if you look closely, you can see that each glazed tile is engraved with those intricate patterns.

Hua Jincheng's fingers were placed on a pillar, and the subtle bulges were easy to ignore, but she didn't ignore the bugs hiding inside.

One stroke at a time, as if it was carved, densely made her break out in a cold sweat.

She withdrew her fingers, her heart still pounding, and the touch she had just touched was just a whim for her, and she never thought that all of these things were alive.

"Squeak-"

The heavy voice seemed to open a long-sealed secret realm, and Hua Jincheng's eyes were unconsciously attracted to the past.

Behind the door, a long table was filled with twenty people, young and old, and even children under the age of ten, sitting or standing, sitting upright or reclining lazily, or curling cross-legged in chairs, or supporting their chins or cheeks.

Some of them were happy, some were expressionless, some were reserved with a polite smile, some were indignant, some were light, and some showed a touch of greed.

Time seems to freeze now, and at a glance, I don't feel that these people in front of me are fake, as if they have been immobilized, and everyone has been real.

Hua Jincheng felt that his idea was ridiculous, but he inexplicably believed his guess.

The two sides of the hall are lit with ever-bright lights, the lights are flickering, the inside is illuminated, and there are rows of rows of rows of rankings in front of them, some of the ranks are written with lacquer gold words, and some of them are black, I don't know what the name is before that person's death, the top ranking is like this, but there is a piece of jade pendant hanging on that rank, a piece of fox pattern brocade jade pendant.