In the mountains where the rain was pattering, it was originally considered quiet, but it was blown up by the sound of struggling to lift the coffin and the voice of the man shouting anxiously.
Probably because the coffin was heavy, it took a while for those people to carry it from the gate to the courtyard.
Two people ran to the ruined temple ahead of time, and took the time to clear an open space.
He ignored Jing Rong, Ji Yunshu and others on the other side.
Wei Yi was sleepy at first, and the movement outside immediately swept away his sleepiness. Those curious eyes seemed to be glued, and they kept looking at those people in the wind and rain outside.
Pulling on Ji Yunshu's sleeve, he kept asking questions from time to time.
Ask: "Shu'er, why are they carrying the coffin?"
Ji Yunshu did not answer him.
"Uncle Fu said that the coffin is to be buried in the ground, why didn't they bury it?"
"… "
"Shu Er..."
"Okay Wei Yi, stop talking."
Ji Yunshu interrupted him.
This kid, no matter where he goes, talks a lot.
Wei Yi pursed his lips, stopped talking, and just watched.
Ji Yunshu also looked out of the temple, and saw those people carrying the coffin, all their strength was almost exhausted, it would take a lot of time to carry the coffin into the temple.
The next moment, she glanced at Jing Rong, the guy was holding a wooden stick in his hand, and he casually poked into the fire, his eyes never forgetting to glance outside.
It's totally irrelevant!
After thinking about it, Ji Yunshu said to him, "It's raining so hard, even though the coffin is made of camphor wood, it doesn't get wet like this. Your lord, why don't you help me..."
Before she could finish speaking, Jing Rong interrupted her without raising her eyes.
"Do you know who they are? Just want this king to help?"
Yep
who
This question is a bit nonsensical.
Ji Yunshu looked out again, his eyebrows drooped, and then he suddenly realized—
Those people all wore shofar-shaped felt hats, and their robes were of an open-breasted style.
Everyone has a piece of fine sheepskin wrapped around their waists, and around their necks, there is also a string of chives.
This dress is not from the Central Plains at all!
"Are they from Huyi?"
Ji Yunshu came to a conclusion.
Only then did Jing Rong slowly raise his eyes: "Then guess, who are they from Hu Yi?"
It was as if the examiner was torturing her.
Ji Yunshu also raised a bit of interest, and after taking a closer look, his eyes fell on the male host.
Although the robes are all open-breasted styles, five peacock hair tails are embroidered on the shoulders of this person's robe.
"The Huyi people were originally nomadic people on the border of Dalin. Until they established themselves as kings a hundred years ago and rose from the ground, they always believed in all feathered creatures, thinking that they were sacred things given by God, so later, they sealed the peacock. As a spiritual bird, it is also based on the number of peacock feathers to classify the status. On the robe of King Huyi, there are seven peacock hair tails, six for generals, five for nobles, general. In other words, the nobles of Huyi are all the cronies of the royal family, so this person should be the brother of King Huyi or something."
Jing Rong listened carefully to her analysis, and the corners of her mouth turned upward from time to time.
Agree!
"Where did you know all this?"
"In the book!"
Indeed, the county magistrate had some bad books, most of which were issued by the imperial court. After the county magistrate read it, he would show it to her.
I was fine on weekdays, so I read those books as novels.
Most of them are in my head.
Jing Rong's thin lips twitched: "Since you can say it so accurately, then you should also know that Dalin and Hu Yi have been fighting for decades, and the war has only been truce in recent years, but the relationship has been tense. Prince Lin, do you think this king should help? Or not?"
Logically speaking, of course it shouldn't!
"Stubborn!" Ji Yunshu rolled his eyes at him, then turned to look at Lang Bo: "You are a big man, your prince is a prince, so you can not help, don't you want to extend your hand?"
Lang Bo nodded: "Miss Ji said yes."
So, Lang Bo raised his butt, ready to call out a few guards to help.
the next moment...
"Are you busy?" Jingrong Ying Falcon's eyes scorched him coldly.
Lang Bo shuddered suddenly, swallowed, and glanced at Ji Yunshu in embarrassment.
Jing Rong is his master, and he still has to listen to his master.
So get ready to sit again.
A moment later, Jing Rong spoke again.
"Go!"
Lang Bo twitched the corners of his mouth, is he going? Still not going
"Your Highness? Help? Or not?"
Jing Rong glared at him: "What are you doing with a pestle? Why don't you hurry up!"
"Yes."
After taking his order, Lang Bo called several guards to help.
Ji Yunshu looked at Jing Rong on the opposite side, this person is a dead duck with a tough mouth!
boom-
The sound of a wooden stake falling to the ground suddenly sounded outside.
Wei Yi was so frightened that he shrank to Ji Yunshu's side, and Ji Yunshu also subconsciously patted his back.
This move was caught in Jing Rong's eyes, and he really wanted to pull the two people away and sit in the middle by himself!
But what happened outside wiped out his thoughts.
Lang Bo took the people, and before they even left the temple, the coffin fell off the rope and hit the ground heavily!
That's the "bang" sound.
The coffin was slanted and fell, the lid of the coffin was also opened, and a corpse inside rolled out immediately, accompanied by a number of funerary items.
What gold and silver jewelry!
What golden bowl jewelry!
There are even some bronze mirrors and the like.
No wonder it was so heavy that it fell off the rope. This burial is also luxurious enough. Presumably in the future, the cemetery will never be stingy!
"A pregnant woman?"
Ji Yunshu was surprised when he saw the corpse roll out.
Her eyes were also fixed on the pregnant woman's belly, and her brows could not help wrinkling.
Others didn't seem to notice the thought on her expression.
"Ma'am." The host shouted, rushed up in the rain, and wept bitterly.
"How do you all do things? Why don't you hurry up and bring in the body of the lady, a bunch of useless things." The male master's entourage kicked the buttocks of the little servants with their feet.
Lang Bo hurried forward with a few guards to help, braved the heavy rain, carried the body back into the coffin, and closed the lid.
Fortunately, the coffin was tilted, and no water entered it. It was a fortune in luck.
Three or two times, the coffin was carried into the ruined temple.
A few servants are still packing up the grave goods outside!
At this moment, Ji Yunshu had already opened his sandalwood box. Inside, he picked out a wide flat knife, placed it on the flame, and turned it left and right to bake it.
Then he handed the knife to Wei Yi.
He explained: "Take it and bake it on the fire for a while."
Wei Yi hesitated, took the knife tremblingly, and asked in a low voice, "Shu'er, are you going to kill me?"
puff-
Child, are you persecutory delusional
Ji Yunshu shook his head: "No, we'll eat meat later!"
"Okay, there's meat to eat."
So Wei Yi baked the knife in a proper manner.
Thinking of having meat to eat, all the halazi fell to the ground.
And Ji Yunshu took out a pin and a thread from the box, and carefully threaded it.
Jing Rong looked confused, why is this meat still being used online
He asked casually, "What do you want to do?"
"Cut the abdomen and take the child!" The tone was neither salty nor light.