Chapter 459: The Imperial Tomb

Xue Rui didn't let Yu Shu send him too far, walked out of the small gate of the courtyard, walked on a path, and talked about the farce just now.

"Those two female students are targeting you, and one deliberately set up a trap for you to jump down, what's going on?" Xue Rui asked curiously, he saw tonight's events clearly, the surname Zhan was just a fool, and the one surnamed Cui was the initiator, so it was a little strange to take the trouble to pour dirty water on Yu Shu's head for some reason.

Yu Shu understood what Xue Rui meant, frowned and said:

"I also wonder, it stands to reason that I know them only in the past few days, before I wanted to say that there was any contradiction, that is, when you went to the stargazing platform to investigate the case, but Cui Yun was not there at that time, I don't remember when I had a holiday with her, if it was because Lord Wang asked me to hold the gossip weapon, they were unwilling, then they should not be picked on this juncture to commit crimes, before the ancestor worship ceremony, the six of us were all lost, how can I look at Cui Yun not like a brainless person."

From the day she lived in Huazhen Garden, Zhan Xueyuan and Cui Yun squeezed her everywhere, Yu Shu took care of the situation, endured it for a while, and did not have a head-on conflict with them, she changed them if they wanted to change rooms, and she let them go first at the beginning.

If it weren't for the fact that tonight they were going to make a big deal out of her and put her to death, she wouldn't have turned her face at all.

Xue Rui said: "Fortunately, you came to me in time, so I didn't get out of control." Anyway, be careful yourself, and don't travel to the pool at tomorrow's ceremony. ”

Yu Shu smiled bitterly: "Even if I was going to be a villain before I came, but this thing can't be prevented, you see that I lie in the house and sleep well, I can be framed, fortunately you came, otherwise it would really not end well." ”

Being a teacher has the depression of being a teacher, only knowing one and not knowing the other, and it is difficult to be thoughtful.

Xue Rui turned his head sideways, a pair of bright peach blossom eyes under the moon, and looked at her with a smile: "It's good that you do this tonight." ”

Yu Shu's heart palpitated when he laughed, and he said confusedly: "Is there any, where is it?" ”

Xue Rui raised his arm, regardless of the small eyeliner behind him, followed by a lantern, wrapped his arms around Yu Shu's skinny shoulders, gently took her into his arms, hugged her, lowered his head and said softly:

"There's no harm in leaning on me a little more."

Yu Shu couldn't resist his blatant intimacy, his face was hot, he coughed lightly, and his hand was against his chest, but he was reluctant to push him away.

Between the shadows of the cicadas and trees, the summer night was cool, and the two of them waited quietly for a while, before Xue Rui regretfully let go of her and said:

"You go back and rest early, tomorrow won't be easy."

"Well, you go to bed early, too." As soon as Yu Shu left his arms, he was a little reluctant, turned his head to look at the little eunuch who was looking around not far away, and saw that he was not staring at this side, so he stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed Xue Rui on the face, and without waiting for him to react, he withdrew and walked away.

Xue Rui froze in place, stroked his cheeks, looked at her departing back, and gradually raised the corners of his lips.

On the ninth day of the fifth month, the death of Emperor Anwu, the founding monarch of the Da'an Dynasty, the day of the sacrifice of the ancestors, the ceremony of the imperial mausoleum, the sacrifice of the ancestors to the sky, in order to pray for the prosperity of future generations.

The sky is unknown, Huazhen Garden is busy inside and out, in the corner of the West Garden, the six people of the Taishi Book Garden bathed early, changed into a dress and robe, and under the leadership of the Lord Wang of the Ministry of Rites, they went to the imperial tomb by car.

Along the way, the atmosphere in the carriage was very dull, in the end, it was affected by last night's incident, Zhan Xueyuan and Cui Yun did not sleep well, their faces were covered with pastel, barely covering the dark blue under their eyes, but they couldn't hide their listlessness, the two were still sitting next to each other, but they were not as close as when they came.

Yu Shu had a good night's sleep because Xue Rui had a good night's sleep, clasped his arms with his hands, leaned on the car and closed his eyes to recuperate, enjoying the tranquility of his ears at this time.

About three or five miles away, the carriage stopped, heard the voice of Lord Wang, and Yu Shu, who was sitting by the door, was the first to jump out of the carriage.

The imperial mausoleum is repaired at the foot of the prayer mountain, the east and west run through the sun, there is a dense forest in the north, there is a flowing river in the south, the carriage is parked on the edge of the city wall of the gray-blue like the sky, look up, the ninety-nine eighty-one step jade platform, the magnanimity is great, the scarlet felt carpet has been continuing to the north, there is no end in sight.

The mountain wind blew, the east was blue and white, Yu Shu squinted his eyes and felt the feng shui breath of this Wolong land, which was very wonderful.

"You wait here, I'll go get it." Lord Wang gave them a word of advice, and then greeted the several mausoleum guards who were ushered in front of him, and walked away.

After a cup of tea, Lord Wang turned back, accompanied by another ceremonial officer, followed by a small group of mausoleum guards, one holding a small wooden box.

Yu Shu knew that it was the real weapon of Emperor Wu, so he paid attention to the boxes, and saw another ceremonial official open the boxes, take out the utensils one by one, hand them to Lord Wang, and then transfer them to the six of them.

Yu Shu's eyes couldn't help but light up when she saw these heavy bronze objects with a faint red light, even if she didn't have any spiritual root wisdom, she could feel that they were extraordinary, and the fake artifacts that Lord Wang gave them before, in addition to being similar, they were only comparable in weight.

Entering the gossip plate, she had an indescribable sense of heaviness, the cold bronze touched the palm of her hand, which made her shudder, and a trace of panic rose faintly in her heart, and then looked back at the other five people, their faces were a little strange, and it seemed that she was not the only one affected.

But Lord Wang was not surprised, and led the six of them to another official who came with him, and said solemnly:

"You temporarily follow Lord Ning into the cemetery, hold the utensils in your hands, and don't fall."

After speaking, he glared at Cui Yun and Zhan Xueyuan with a warning implicitly, and then hurried to the east with a few mausoleum guards.

Lord Ning was two or three years older than Lord Wang, with a rigid appearance, examined the few people in front of him, and meticulously led them to the high platform, explaining the matter while keeping an eye on their steps, for fear that they would drop the utensils in their hands.

To be honest, the eighty-one steps are not very difficult, but it is different with a copper block weighing seven or eight catties in his hand, and he keeps going up to the top of the stage all the time, even Yu Shu is slightly panting, not to mention the weak Zhan Xueyuan and Cui Yun, the two of them fell behind the most luke, and in the dissatisfied gaze of Lord Ning, they gritted their teeth and climbed up.

"When the ceremony begins, you wait here, and then you go to the Holy Throne, and so on."

Master Ning carefully told them about the process of driving, and told them that when the time came, they would have their own gift boy to lead the way, and they just had to remember to follow the gift boy closely.

The six of them are divided into two columns, Yu Shu and Wen Shaoan are arranged to walk on the east and west sides of the royal car respectively, holding the gossip sword in front, as long as the two of them do not make mistakes, the four people behind them can have eyes.

As soon as the sun rose, Yu Shu and his party were taken back and forth on the cemetery avenue by Lord Ning, familiar with the route, and they were tired enough.

There is a large underground palace under the imperial mausoleum, which is the same as the ordinary garden, the scenery is pleasant, and each exit entrance is guarded by the mausoleum guards wearing light armor and holding spears, and the guards are heavily guarded.

The altar is placed on the Temple of Heaven, white flags are raised on all sides, and more than ten people are wearing blue Taoist robes, wandering around the Temple of Heaven, waving and sinking, with a solemn expression, and I don't know what Dharma is doing.

Yu Shu glanced at it curiously, heard Lord Ning coughing, and hurriedly lowered his head to look at the road.

When the hour was approaching, Ning Da led them back to the starting point of the high platform, and asked them to temporarily put the utensils in their hands on a white cloth and rest for a while, which was considered a close favor.

Yu Shu rubbed his arms and looked down from the steps, only to see that outside the imperial mausoleum, which was still deserted in the morning, at this moment the carriages and horses were parked, and there was a crowd of people, and a horn came from the distance, intermittently

At the bottom of the Temple of Heaven, there is no cave.

The three-zhang high secret room above the head, there are thousands of eye holes in the air, the light of the day shoots down, the floating slaughter looms on the zigzag wall, flashes and disappears, blooms with colorful brilliance, and there are countless jade stones embedded in it.

At the end of a moss-mottled stone gui, there is a deep and bottomless pool of water, and two figures sit on the edge of the pool.

A faint sound of horns came from overhead, Jing Chen sat cross-legged, wearing a long white robe, a dark cloud-like black hair draped over his shoulders, hanging to the ground, and his elegant face was reflected in the pool water, flickering and dimming.

Zhu Duzhao stood beside him, heard the sound of the horn, and spoke:

"In another half an hour, the saint will open the altar, borrow the spirit of the imperial tomb to kill seven people, and as soon as the yellow spring water moves, you can see the life-breaker."

Hearing this, Jing Chen's face did not move at all, he sat and forgot for days, the spiritual platform was clear, he had no distractions at this time, and his joys, sorrows, and joys were all in the emptiness.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, five hundred forbidden troops sandwiched the road, the royal car to the outside of the imperial mausoleum, the current emperor with his concubines, descendants and relatives, and important ministers in the court, a line of dozens of people, in a burst of music, with the singing of the ceremonial officials, climbed the platform.

Yu Shu saw the approaching crowd from a distance, a touch of bright yellow entered his eyes, swallowed his saliva a little nervously, held the bronze ware in his hand steadily, no calmer than half an hour ago, and his heart was excited and went crazy-

In the past 20 years, she never thought that one day she would be able to see the ancient Son of Heaven with her own eyes, not those who acted, but the real Ninety-Five Supreme!

The summer was hot, and after a long time, a layer of sweat appeared on Yu Shu's forehead, who was wearing a heavy dress, but she didn't dare to raise her hand to wipe it.

However, after walking out of the hall more than a dozen steps away, Yu Shu felt that there were eyes sweeping over her one after another, knowing that it was a noble person who looked at her, and her gait became more and more steady.

Pulling incense and worshiping all the way, silent and silent, everyone walked to the Temple of Heaven, Yu Shu felt that her entire back was wet with sweat, thanks to the three layers of single clothes inside, so that she did not lose her manners.

Compared to her, the other few people were even more unbearable, Yu Shu stood in the prescribed position, and Zhan Xueyuan and Cui Yun, who were following her, had pale faces, biting their lips and forbearing, but fortunately, Yu Shu was in front of them to cover them, so as not to be abrupt and eye-catching. (To be continued.)