The people of Hu Yi
The pitter-patter of rain on the mountain was supposed to be peaceful, but it was interrupted by the sounds of people carrying a coffin and the anxious shouts of a man.
Perhaps because the coffin was heavy, it took them quite some time to carry it from the gate to the courtyard.
Two of them ran into the ruined temple in advance and hurriedly cleared an empty space.
They did not pay any attention to Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu.
Wei Yi was already feeling sleepy, but the commotion outside immediately swept away his sleepiness. His curious eyes were glued to the people outside, staring at them in the rain.
He pulled Ji Yunshu's sleeve and asked her questions from time to time.
"Shu 'er, why are they carrying the coffin?"
Ji Yunshu did not answer him.
"Uncle Fu said that the coffin should be buried in the ground. Why aren't they burying it?"
"…"
"Shu 'er …"
"That's enough, Wei Yi. Stop talking."
Ji Yunshu interrupted him.
No matter where he went, this brat always talked a lot.
Wei Yi pursed his lips and did not speak. He just watched.
Ji Yunshu also looked out of the temple and saw that the people carrying the coffin were almost exhausted. She reckoned that it would take a long time to carry the coffin into the temple.
The next moment, she looked at Jing Rong. He was holding a wooden stick in his hand and poking it into the fire casually. His eyes never forgot to look outside.
He looked as if it had nothing to do with him.
Ji Yunshu thought for a moment and said, "The rain is so heavy. Although the coffin is made of camphor wood, it can't withstand the rain. Your Highness, why don't you help …"
Before she could finish, Jing Rong interrupted her without looking at her.
"Do you know who they are? You want me to help them? "
Huh?
Who are they?
His question made no sense.
Ji Yunshu looked outside again. Her brows drooped, and she suddenly understood.
Those people were all wearing goat horn-shaped felt hats. Their robes were open, with the front of the robes facing the left. Their sleeves were narrow and tied at the waist. They were all close-fitting short shirts, trousers, and leather boots.
Everyone had an exquisite piece of sheepskin wrapped around their waists, and a necklace hung around their necks.
His attire was not that of a Central Plainsman at all!
"They are Huyi people?"
Ji Yunshu concluded.
Jing Rong slowly raised his eyes. "Then, can you guess who they are in Huyi?"
It was as if an examiner was interrogating her.
Ji Yunshu's interest was piqued. She took a closer look and her gaze fell on the male host.
Although the robes were open, there were five peacock feathers embroidered on the shoulders of this person's robe.
"The Huyi people were originally nomadic people on the border of Great Lin until a hundred years ago, when they proclaimed themselves kings and rose from the ground. They have always believed in all creatures with feathers, believing them to be sacred objects bestowed by the heavens. Later on, they conferred peacocks as spiritual birds, and their status was also conferred according to the number of peacock feathers. The King of Huyi has seven peacock feathers tattooed on his robe. Six represent marquises, and five represent nobles. Generally speaking, the nobles of Huyi are trusted aides of the royal family, so this person should be the King of Huyi's biological brother or something."
Jing Rong listened attentively to her analysis, and the corners of his mouth curled up from time to time.
He agreed!
"Where did you learn all this?"
"From the books!"
Indeed, Magistrate Liu had a lot of good books. Most of them were documents issued by the imperial court, and Magistrate Liu would pass them to her after he finished reading them.
When she had nothing to do, she would read those books as if they were novels.
She had memorized most of them in her head.
Jing Rong's thin lips twitched. "Since you can say it so accurately, then you should also know that the Great Lin and Huyi have been at war for decades. They only stopped fighting in recent years, but their relationship has always been tense. As a prince of the Great Lin, do you think I should help them? Or not? "
Logically speaking, he should not help them!
"You are so stubborn!" Ji Yunshu rolled her eyes at him and turned to look at Lang Po. "You are a man. Your prince can choose not to help, but are you not going to lend a hand?"
Lang Po nodded. "Miss Ji is right."
Lang Po lifted his buttocks and was about to call a few guards to help.
The next moment …
"Do you have nothing to do?" Jing Rong's hawk-like eyes burned coldly at him.
Lang Po's whole body trembled. He swallowed his saliva and looked at Ji Yunshu awkwardly.
Jing Rong was his master, so he had to listen to him.
Thus, he sat down again.
But a moment later, Jing Rong spoke again.
"Go!"
Lang Po's mouth twitched. Should he go? Or not?
"Your Highness? Help? Or not? "
Jing Rong glared at him. "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and go! "
"Yes."
Lang Po received the order and called for some guards to help.
Ji Yunshu looked at Jing Rong, who was sitting opposite her. 'This person is stubborn!'
Bang!
The sound of a wooden stake falling to the ground could be heard from outside.
Wei Yi was so scared that he shrank back to Ji Yunshu's side. Ji Yunshu also subconsciously patted his back.
This action was seen by Jing Rong. He really wanted to push those two people aside and sit in the middle!
However, the scene that happened outside dispelled his thoughts.
Lang Po and his men had yet to leave the dilapidated temple when the coffin broke free from its rope and fell heavily to the ground.
Only then did the 'bang' sound resound.
The coffin fell to the ground at a slanted angle. The coffin lid was also opened, and a corpse rolled out along with a lot of funerary objects.
Gold, silver, and jewelry!
Gold alms and jewelry!
There were even some bronze mirrors and the like.
No wonder the coffin was so heavy that it broke free from its rope. The funerary objects were quite luxurious. Presumably, in the future, the tomb would not be stingy!
"It's a pregnant woman?"
Ji Yunshu cried out in surprise when she saw the corpse rolling out.
Her gaze was also fixed on the pregnant woman's belly. She couldn't help but frown.
The others didn't seem to notice her pondering expression.
"Madam!" The male master shouted and rushed forward in the rain while crying.
"What are you doing? Hurry up and carry Madam's body inside. A bunch of useless things! "The male master's entourage kicked the manservants' butts several times.
Lang Po hurriedly led a few guards to help. Braving the heavy rain, they carried the corpse back into the coffin and closed the lid.
Fortunately, the coffin was tilted and there was no water inside. It could be considered as a blessing in disguise.
In a few moments, the coffin was carried into the dilapidated temple.
Several manservants were still tidying up the funerary objects on the ground outside.
At this moment, Ji Yunshu had already opened her sandalwood box. Inside, she took out a wide flat knife and placed it on the fire. She turned it left and right to roast it.
Then, she handed the knife to Wei Yi.
She instructed, "Take it and roast it on the fire."
Wei Yi was startled. He received the knife with trembling hands and whispered, "Shu 'er, do you want to kill me?"
Pfft!
'Child, are you suffering from paranoia?'
Ji Yunshu shook her head. "No, we will eat meat later!"
"Good, there will be meat."
Thus, Wei Yi began to roast the knife obediently.
The thought of having meat to eat made him drool all over the ground.
Ji Yunshu took out a large needle and a thread from her box and carefully threaded the thread. Jing Rong was puzzled.
'Why do I need to thread the thread to eat meat?'
He casually asked, "What do you want to do?"
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