The punishment of the female imperial court

Chapter 227

Bo Yi took a step closer and said, "You haven't slept all night, why don't you lean on me and rest for a while?"

Yu Qiansi sighed softly and looked at Wang Song, who was kneeling beside the altar with his head lowered and his shoulders shrugged.

He must be coughing and wheezing at this moment.

"Is the young master okay?"

The two of them were standing in a position where they could see Wang Song's profile. When he put the handkerchief into his sleeve, the striking red color startled Bo Yi.

Yu Qiansi stared at the handkerchief: "The young master said I had to come, and ordered me to give him acupuncture to support him."

These days, the old poison in the young master's body has been acting up more and more frequently. Originally, he could 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 today's grand ceremony, and knowing that she was unwilling, he threatened her life and ordered her to give him acupuncture to delay the process.

This acupuncture method can temporarily relieve pain and suppress toxicity, but it can cause great harm to internal organs, which is tantamount 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 court officials and the emperor could allow a gradually weakened Wang Song to temporarily take charge of government power, but they would not allow a deposed Wang Song to control everything.

After the sound of a clear ceremonial bell, the sound of drums, music and ceremonial chants suddenly arose.

The master of ceremonies sang and the emperor entered the palace.

Yu Qiansi watched Wang Song tuck the handkerchief back into his sleeve with trembling hands, and then stood up and saluted with the help of his servants.

As they walked, the blood-stained handkerchief fell to the ground and was trampled and kicked by the officials passing by, moving closer to the deep crater.

I don't know who the wind was caused by, but it suddenly blew the handkerchief into the bottomless crater.

Jiang Jiqing raised his head and bowed, reciting the sacrificial hymns, and the long tail tune echoed among the immortals.

Those immortals still maintained a perfectly warm smile as they looked down at the young emperor.

Yu Qiansi listened to the eulogy and felt like she was in a dream. She closed her eyes, and it seemed 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 Bo Yi beside her.

"lets go."

The two of them slipped out of the sacrificial hall and, led by Boyi, stepped out of the stone steps and headed deep into the jungle behind the mountain.

Yu Qiansi was walking behind him. Seeing him deviate from the stone steps, she was slightly surprised, but she did not stop. She turned around and followed him into the woods.

Bo Yi walked in front, using his body to block the branches of the trees for Yu Qiansi, while frequently looking back to keep an eye on her feet.

"The rivers on both sides of the holy mountain converge behind the mountain. The ancestors of the Mo family cleverly designed the river channels, and the water flow is turbulent and whirlpools are frequent, forming a natural barrier."

Yu Qiansi nodded and thought to himself: No wonder.

When she had observed the formation and terrain in the valley before, she had thought of a loophole in it.

The Yi family's formation did not include the Holy Mountain. If someone climbed from the back of the mountain, they could easily bypass these deadly formations.

It turns out that the back of the mountain is even more dangerous.

She walked through the trees with difficulty. The hazy light in the valley seemed even weaker here. She looked up and saw the dense branches dividing the sky into many pieces. It looked like the ghost market hanging between the branches, looming.

At that time, Bo Yi was seriously injured in the Ghost Market. When the two of them waded away to escape, the world she saw when she looked up was the same as it is now.

Looking at the figure in front of me who was squeezing himself into the branches and making a way for himself.

Just like the ghost market and the prayer hall, in dangerous situations, he always seems to stand in front of himself, devoting himself to clearing a path for himself.

Suddenly, a strange thought came to her mind that this road didn't seem so difficult to walk on.

The sound of water gradually became louder in her ears, and a large area of ​​white surrounded Bo Yi. She jumped out of the gap left by Bo Yi, and the view in front of her was open.

There is a huge stream under my feet. Under the sunlight, the water surface in the distance looks like silver scales, like a white dragon twisting its body and roaring from the foot of the mountain towards the horizon.

There were many noisy and strange sounds of water boiling under his feet, which made Yu Qiansi couldn't help but look over.

The water at the foot of the mountain is so vast that it looks like a dragon is crouching there. The water surface is uneven and there are countless small waterfalls in it. These small waterfalls also go in different directions, from both sides to the center of the river.

A green leaf on the shoulder swirled into the water, was carried away by the small waterfalls, and struggled in the white foam. It disappeared in a few breaths, and no one knew which whirlpool swallowed it.

When Yu Qiansi saw this scene, he felt a little dizzy, his heart tightened, and even his feet became unsteady.

"Be careful!" Bo Yi quickly pulled her back.

"The soil and rocks behind this mountain are not much different from those in the front mountain. They are very loose. To prevent theft, they were shoveled into a cliff-like shape."

Yu Qiansi let out a soft "Oh", took a few steps back, and stood on a small open space that Boyi had stepped out with great difficulty, with her back against the bushes.

"What about that person?"

A hoarse and tired voice came from the side: "In reply to Master Yu, I, Shi Moer, will be waiting for you two masters here."

Bo Yi took a step sideways and walked in front of Yu Qiansi, following the sound.

"Thank you for your hard work, my Lords." Shi Mo'er had already cut down a small patch of trees, clearing out a slightly sloping platform. Due to the hard work, her dark face was tanned to a purple-red color.

On the other side, an arched hole was also cleared out, and he also very appropriately reinforced the hole with branches and stones. A gloomy and moldy air blew out of the hole from time to time, causing the surrounding bushes to rustle.

Shi Moer looked at Yu Qiansi's expression and carefully begged for mercy.

"I am not trying to embarrass you two. I first climbed up the mountain according to the map given by Master Yu, but I found that only a small part of the gap in the imperial tomb was dug out, and the sealing stone inside was intact. It was really difficult to move it with my own strength. That's why I thought of this method."

Before coming to Longyuan, Shi Moer waited for several days at the place where funerary objects were circulated in the ghost market. She discovered a suspicious person who always brought some jade and antiques from this dynasty to trade. After trying every possible means to persuade him for many days, she finally found out about this place from that person.

"In order to avoid being killed, the craftsmen who built the imperial mausoleums of all generations secretly built secret passages. Because most of the places in this mountain are imperial mausoleums, or there are traps, there are not many places that can be dug through. As a result, the craftsmen of all generations dug to this road leading to the back of the mountain."

There are currently no treasures from the previous emperor's time circulating on the market. That man was just an ancestor who came here to work as a craftsman. He doesn't know the details of the previous emperor's time, but it seems that 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 when she heard what he said, with her eyes curved, and she didn't seem angry, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

But then he thought of Jade Rakshasa's reputation as the Smiling God of Death, and his heart began to hang in the balance again.

"Interesting," Yu Qiansi poked Boyi with his arm, his eyes full of joking, "If the Great Sheng Kingdom can really last for thousands of years, what will we do if there is no room for burials on this mountain in the future?"

Bo Yi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but he still frowned and pretended to be serious: "Don't joke."

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Oh my god, I finally submitted all the PD materials, but my supervisor has obsessive-compulsive disorder and kept asking me to modify the details until the last second.

I will find time to update more recently!