The mist gradually dispersed.
The island slowly revealed its true face in front of them.
Zhu Feng's deep voice rang in his ears, he didn't know if he was muttering to himself, or telling Nan Yan: "This is the Mausoleum Island of the Emperor."
Nan Yan opened her eyes wide and looked ahead.
This island should not be big, that is, several miles in radius. There is also a mountain on the island, but it is not a wild land. From the foot of the mountain, you can see a road leading to the top of the mountain. The vegetation on both sides can even be seen to have been pruned Mark of.
Apparently, people from the Imperial Mausoleum Temple often come to clean and take care of it.
Master Shangshan docked the bamboo rafts on the shallows, and there was even a small trestle here, so that they would not go into the water and get their shoes and socks wet.
Zhu Feng helped Nanyan onto the shore.
The river beach is covered with soft white sand, and some birds and beasts can be seen walking by, and the long and melodious birdsong can be heard from time to time in the mountains.
It's a beautiful place.
If it wasn't for the current situation, Nan Yan would even think that she and Zhu Feng are a newlywed couple who really came here to have fun.
Master Shangshan fastened the bamboo raft, and then stepped forward: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please follow the poor Taoist."
"Um."
Zhu Feng nodded.
Then, holding Nanyan's hand, the three of them walked forward together.
This mountain does not look high, but it is still difficult to walk, because the water mist is perennial, and the stone road is covered with moss, even after it is cleared, it will grow back quickly, so they walked very carefully.
Zhu Feng took her hand and held it tightly: "Be careful."
"Um."
Nan Yan held her own skirt in one hand and followed him slowly up.
Although Zhu Feng had a high fever yesterday and fell into a coma, his physical strength recovered quickly, and he walked for most of the day without any effort; although Master Shangshan was old and carried a burden on his back, it was obvious that he often worked hard, which was also physical strength. very good.
On the other hand, Nanyan was so exhausted that she could only stop and rest twice in the middle of the journey.
At noon, they finally climbed the last step.
On the top of the mountain, the fog is even bigger.
In the steaming mist, they saw many black shadows standing in the distance.
It is a stele.
Nanyan's breathing suddenly became quiet.
She also felt that Zhu Feng's hand holding her was slowly loosened. He held his breath and walked forward step by step.
In the mist, those steles appeared one by one.
Nan Yan immediately saw those mottled and blurred writing—
The tomb of the late emperor Kao Zhugong.
This should be Emperor Gao's father, Zhu Feng's grandfather.
This is Emperor Gao posthumously proclaiming his father as emperor after ascending the throne. Naturally, the same is true when erecting monuments together with other relatives.
Master Shangshan came over, took off the burden on his back, opened it, and found some incense candle offerings inside, he put it in front of the tombstone, and said softly: "Your Majesty, I will take my leave first."
Zhu Feng nodded, his voice was a little hoarse: "Go down and wait for me."
"yes."
Master Shang Shan saluted Nan Yan again, then turned around and went down the mountain.
Nan Yan thought for a while, walked over and laid out the sacrifices one by one, then lit the incense candles, and presented three incense sticks in front of Zhu Feng: "Your Majesty..."
Zhu Feng glanced at her.
He reached out to take the incense, and kowtowed to the tall stone tablet.
Nan Yan also followed behind him, bowing three times and nine times to the stone tablet.
In the back, there are also the stone monuments of grandfather and grandmother. Nan Yan went up one by one to place sacrifices, lit incense candles, and followed Zhu Feng to bow down.
Although the royal tombs should be very grand, and there should be a lot of ostentation during the worship, but this time, there are only the two of them.
However, Nan Yan felt that she was getting closer to him.
After worshiping all the stone tablets one by one, Zhu Feng went to the grandfather's stone tablet, cleaned the moss on the stone platform, and pulled out some weeds. Nanyan also took out his handkerchief and wiped it. Dust on the stele.
Looking at the blurred words on the stele, Nan Yan said softly, "Your Majesty."
"Um?"
"Why isn't your grandfather's name on the stele?"
There is only the word "Zhu Gong".
Generally speaking, when engraving a stele, the name and taboo should be engraved on the back.
Zhu Feng smiled lightly, and said, "It's not that people are not allowed to engrave it, but it's my grandfather, who doesn't have a name."
"ah?"
"Emperor Gao was born in poverty. His grandfather and great-grandfather were both honest farmers."
"..."
"Additionally, when the people of the Tan Kingdom ruled the Central Plains, they were not allowed to study literature or become officials, so many people were illiterate, and their children did not even have names."
"..."
"It's the same with my grandfather and great-grandfather."
"oh… "
Thinking about it this way, it was really a wild time.
It is really a great thing that people nowadays can read and learn Chinese, and even they can read and hyphenate themselves.
Maybe in the future, it will be better.
Together with him, Nan Yan cleaned up the stele, and when he turned around, he saw Zhu Feng standing in front of the stele with a dazed expression on his face.
Did he think of something from the past
Nan Yan walked to his side and said softly, "Your Majesty?"
"..."
Zhu Feng was silent for a while, looked down at her, and suddenly said, "Nan Yan, do you remember when you were a child? Do you remember your grandfather?"
Not sure why he suddenly asked this.
Nan Yan thought for a while, and said: "My grandfather passed away very early, and I don't have much impression of him."
"..."
"When I was young, my grandmother took care of me."
Having said that, her mood sank again.
Grandma is still in the hands of the people of the country.
At this time, I heard Zhu Feng let out a heavy breath.
Nan Yan looked up at him, and said softly: "Your Majesty, does your Majesty remember what happened when you were a child? What happened with your grandfather?"
"..."
Zhu Feng didn't speak.
He just looked at the stone tablet with a complicated expression, and then looked at the surrounding stone tablets.
After a while, he sighed and said, "It's nothing."
"...?"
Looking at his solemn expression, Nan Yan didn't know what he was thinking, so she just continued to follow him.
This large area is full of tall stone tablets, which were erected by Emperor Gao for his family.
And around, there are also some stone monuments.
It seems that in the process of his struggle for the world, the steles of some heroes who died.
There are also chases.
These are all benefactors of the Great Yan Dynasty.
Nanyan sprinkled sacrificial wine for them one by one.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew over, and the mist gradually dissipated, and she suddenly saw a stone tablet a little far ahead.
Nan Yan walked over.
This stele seems to be newer than the other steles. Although it has gone through a lot of years, it was erected obviously later.
On it, engraved with a few large characters—
Therefore, the imperial concubine Qin's family cherishes Xi's tomb.
Nan Yan's heartbeat stopped suddenly.
Qin Xixi...
Concubine? !