Chapter 703: 703
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button again
Dong sipped his lips and sat there for a long time without saying a word.
She already knows that her son is still alive.
But her husband... She heard that Po took her husband's head back from the enemy camp. It must be impossible to survive.
Birthday... Po must miss his grandfather and father.
At this time, Bai Qingyan was standing in front of many memorial tablets of Bai family in Bai's ancestral hall, covering his heart with one hand and holding incense with the other... Aiming at the flickering candle to light incense.
The gate outside the ancestral hall is tightly closed, and housekeeper Hao and Luping take the Bai family guard outside the Bai family ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall with solemn eaves and six yellow pear wood carved flower partition fans are open. The hanging hangings hanging from the sandalwood beam in the ancestral hall are hooked on both sides of the black sandalwood column with the pillar base of the lotus. Hundreds of copper lotus oil lamps standing on the left and right elevated sides of the ancestral hall flicker, melting the warm color of the solemn and quiet ancestral hall.
White smoke curled up from the gilded Boshan incense burner on the front table of many clean and shiny memorial tablets.
The candlelight flickered brightly and darkly, reflecting Bai Qingyan's pale and flawless facial features, which made her eyes more dark and firm.
She lit the incense, fanned out the flames on the three incense with her hands, respectfully raised the incense over her head, inserted it into the incense burner, knelt on the futon, kowtowed three times, covered her aching heart, knelt on the futon, quietly stared at the memorial tablets of her grandfather and father, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes.
Those trivial past events, like startling dust, reminded her of the hairpin ceremony at the age of 15. At that time, she went out with her grandfather and father and did not do any hairpin ceremony
That day, it was like today. The sky was clear and the sun was shining.
She and her father chose small characters for her in her grandfather's handsome account.
At noon, the bright light came in from outside the big tent. She knelt down with her father in front of his grandfather's desk and looked at the words written by his grandfather on the paper. His father frowned and looked up at his grandfather: "Dad, what are the words you gave Po? Where is Mingshan like a daughter's small character? And this... Mingqi, Dad, aren't you fooling around? My son's generation uses Qi characters. PO should avoid taking words!"
Grandpa pointed to the word that said Mingshan and said, "so I changed it to Mingshan!"
The father looked reluctant and could only ask, "good daughter's house, small character Mingshan... What's the beginning? I think I'd better choose Chang'an. It's best to call Chang'an Chang'an... From long-term peace, Po!"
Before she could speak, Grandpa said: "Zhou Zhixing and Zhuo Ming are in Qishan. This is the small character I took for po. Although Po is a woman, he is a natural general. He has suffered hardships and is cruel to himself. In the future, as long as po is not confined to his backyard, he will be able to compete for hegemony in this troubled times, become famous as a woman, become a general respected by future generations like the ancestors of the Bai family, and become the government of our country Even the most brilliant woman in the great Jin country! "
Bai Qingyan's throat rolled, and her mind was full of smiles and expectations when her grandfather looked at her.
Later, her small characters were not determined.
Grandfather had high hopes for her by choosing the small character "Mingshan".
Her father took the small character "Chang'an" for her, which is a deep love between father and daughter.
She clenched her teeth, raised her tearful eyes and looked at her grandfather's memorial tablet.
Zhou Zhixing also, Zhuo Ming in Qishan.
The rise of the new dynasty must begin at Niujiao mountain in shuoyang.
Bai Qingyan stood up and kowtowed respectfully to the ancestors of the Bai family. He was determined to disobey the imperial power of the Lin family and solemnly told the ancestors.
The Bai family has been protecting the people for generations. The rotten imperial power of the Lin family in the state of Jin... Doesn't deserve to be the king of the people!
She asked herself that she had no great ability to correct the royal family and wanted to replace it. If it violated the ancestors of the Bai family's loyalty to the imperial power of the Lin family for generations, after her death... She must personally apologize.
Her eyes were calm and kowtowed heavily
Outside the six doors of the ancestral hall, the wind blows... The dead leaves are whirling and rustling.
The dying hanging on the ebony column by the gilded copper hook swayed, and hundreds of lotus oil lamps in the ancestral hall swayed from side to side. Together with the white smoke curling from the gilded Boshan incense burner just now, it was blown out suddenly.
Bai Qingyan, who knelt on the futon and kowtowed, tightened his palm and raised his head. He looked at the memorial tablets like a torch. His vision finally fell on the memorial tablets of his grandfather and father.
If Bai Qingyan had thought about his grandmother before... He was worried that the people would be tired by the war, and there was a little hesitation... He hesitated whether to oppose the Lin imperial power or help the crown prince ascend the throne and try to correct it.
This time, the prince wants to build a jiuchongtai for the emperor, which completely makes Bai Qingyan reject the idea of rectifying the prince.
"The original intention of the Bai family army is to serve the people! To be loyal to the imperial power of the Lin family... And also to serve the people. Bai Qingyan dare not forget the aspirations of the Bai family handed down from generation to generation, and the achievements of peace in the world." Bai Qingyan said with tears in his eyes and calm voice, but seemed to have sonorous power, "Bai Jiajun has always been a barrier to the state of Jin, but he is regarded as a rogue minister by his majesty today! Bai Qingyan is not a saint. He does not want to repay good for bad. He is determined to oppose Lin's imperial power. Although he dare not say that he is completely for the people and personal hatred, but... Bai Qingyan will do his best to calm the world in this life! He will not change his mind! He will not regret it!"
Then Bai Qingyan kowtowed.
The strong wind suddenly disappeared into the Baijia ancestral hall. The lotus oil lamp light swayed gently, and the light smoke of the gilded Boshan incense burner still curled. If Bai Qingyan hadn't stained the train with dead leaves brought in by the wind from the yard, it would be as if the wind had never appeared.
Bai Qingyan stood up, held the carved partition fan of the ancestral hall, bent down, patted the dead leaves on the train and stepped out of the ancestral hall
It was still the sunny day when Bai Qingyan came in, but it was cold and a big drop of rain fell at Bai Qingyan's feet. For a moment, it rained heavily.
The heavy outer door of the ancestral hall was pushed open. Lu Ping ran all the way under the double eaves of the ancestral hall in the rain, patted the rain on his shoulder, smiled and arched with Bai Qingyan: "big girl, this sunny rain is a good omen. Generally, it comes and goes quickly. Big girl, do you wait for the rain to stop and go back later, or do you leave now?"
Bai Qingyan looked back at the brightly lit and swaying ancestral hall, and the corners of his lips were up. It was a good sign.
"Go back!" Bai Qing said.
Luping asked Chuntao to bring in his umbrella and hold it to protect Bai Qingyan out of the ancestral hall.
Chuntao gets on the carriage first and is about to help Bai Qingyan get on the bus when he hears someone calling Bai Qingyan.
"Zhenguo Princess..."
Bai Qingyan took a step at his feet. In the sunny and heavy rain, he turned to look at the other end of the alley and saw an old man in a white cloth wide sleeved long shirt who looked like a fairy, smiling and bowing to Bai Qingyan.
The old man was covered with silver and wore a jade crown. Beside him were two of his disciples, an umbrella guard and a little boy. The old man's servant led the green carriage behind him.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Dong sipped his lips and sat there for a long time without saying a word.
She already knows that her son is still alive.
But her husband... She heard that Po took her husband's head back from the enemy camp. It must be impossible to survive.
Birthday... Po must miss his grandfather and father.
At this time, Bai Qingyan was standing in front of many memorial tablets of Bai family in Bai's ancestral hall, covering his heart with one hand and holding incense with the other... Aiming at the flickering candle to light incense.
The gate outside the ancestral hall is tightly closed, and housekeeper Hao and Luping take the Bai family guard outside the Bai family ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall with solemn eaves and six yellow pear wood carved flower partition fans are open. The hanging hangings hanging from the sandalwood beam in the ancestral hall are hooked on both sides of the black sandalwood column with the pillar base of the lotus. Hundreds of copper lotus oil lamps standing on the left and right elevated sides of the ancestral hall flicker, melting the warm color of the solemn and quiet ancestral hall.
White smoke curled up from the gilded Boshan incense burner on the front table of many clean and shiny memorial tablets.
The candlelight flickered brightly and darkly, reflecting Bai Qingyan's pale and flawless facial features, which made her eyes more dark and firm.
She lit the incense, fanned out the flames on the three incense with her hands, respectfully raised the incense over her head, inserted it into the incense burner, knelt on the futon, kowtowed three times, covered her aching heart, knelt on the futon, quietly stared at the memorial tablets of her grandfather and father, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes.
Those trivial past events, like startling dust, reminded her of the hairpin ceremony at the age of 15. At that time, she went out with her grandfather and father and did not do any hairpin ceremony
That day, it was like today. The sky was clear and the sun was shining.
She and her father chose small characters for her in her grandfather's handsome account.
At noon, the bright light came in from outside the big tent. She knelt down with her father in front of his grandfather's desk and looked at the words written by his grandfather on the paper. His father frowned and looked up at his grandfather: "Dad, what are the words you gave Po? Where is Mingshan like a daughter's small character? And this... Mingqi, Dad, aren't you fooling around? My son's generation uses Qi characters. PO should avoid taking words!"
Grandpa pointed to the word that said Mingshan and said, "so I changed it to Mingshan!"
The father looked reluctant and could only ask, "good daughter's house, small character Mingshan... What's the beginning? I think I'd better choose Chang'an. It's best to call Chang'an Chang'an... From long-term peace, Po!"
Before she could speak, Grandpa said: "Zhou Zhixing and Zhuo Ming are in Qishan. This is the small character I took for po. Although Po is a woman, he is a natural general. He has suffered hardships and is cruel to himself. In the future, as long as po is not confined to his backyard, he will be able to compete for hegemony in this troubled times, become famous as a woman, become a general respected by future generations like the ancestors of the Bai family, and become the government of our country Even the most brilliant woman in the great Jin country! "
Bai Qingyan's throat rolled, and her mind was full of smiles and expectations when her grandfather looked at her.
Later, her small characters were not determined.
Grandfather had high hopes for her by choosing the small character "Mingshan".
Her father took the small character "Chang'an" for her, which is a deep love between father and daughter.
She clenched her teeth, raised her tearful eyes and looked at her grandfather's memorial tablet.
Zhou Zhixing also, Zhuo Ming in Qishan.
The rise of the new dynasty must begin at Niujiao mountain in shuoyang.
Bai Qingyan stood up and kowtowed respectfully to the ancestors of the Bai family. He was determined to disobey the imperial power of the Lin family and solemnly told the ancestors.
The Bai family has been protecting the people for generations. The rotten imperial power of the Lin family in the state of Jin... Doesn't deserve to be the king of the people!
She asked herself that she had no great ability to correct the royal family and wanted to replace it. If it violated the ancestors of the Bai family's loyalty to the imperial power of the Lin family for generations, after her death... She must personally apologize.
Her eyes were calm and kowtowed heavily
Outside the six doors of the ancestral hall, the wind blows... The dead leaves are whirling and rustling.
The dying hanging on the ebony column by the gilded copper hook swayed, and hundreds of lotus oil lamps in the ancestral hall swayed from side to side. Together with the white smoke curling from the gilded Boshan incense burner just now, it was blown out suddenly.
Bai Qingyan, who knelt on the futon and kowtowed, tightened his palm and raised his head. He looked at the memorial tablets like a torch. His vision finally fell on the memorial tablets of his grandfather and father.
If Bai Qingyan had thought about his grandmother before... He was worried that the people would be tired by the war, and there was a little hesitation... He hesitated whether to oppose the Lin imperial power or help the crown prince ascend the throne and try to correct it.
This time, the prince wants to build a jiuchongtai for the emperor, which completely makes Bai Qingyan reject the idea of rectifying the prince.
"The original intention of the Bai family army is to serve the people! To be loyal to the imperial power of the Lin family... And also to serve the people. Bai Qingyan dare not forget the aspirations of the Bai family handed down from generation to generation, and the achievements of peace in the world." Bai Qingyan said with tears in his eyes and calm voice, but seemed to have sonorous power, "Bai Jiajun has always been a barrier to the state of Jin, but he is regarded as a rogue minister by his majesty today! Bai Qingyan is not a saint. He does not want to repay good for bad. He is determined to oppose Lin's imperial power. Although he dare not say that he is completely for the people and personal hatred, but... Bai Qingyan will do his best to calm the world in this life! He will not change his mind! He will not regret it!"
Then Bai Qingyan kowtowed.
The strong wind suddenly disappeared into the Baijia ancestral hall. The lotus oil lamp light swayed gently, and the light smoke of the gilded Boshan incense burner still curled. If Bai Qingyan hadn't stained the train with dead leaves brought in by the wind from the yard, it would be as if the wind had never appeared.
Bai Qingyan stood up, held the carved partition fan of the ancestral hall, bent down, patted the dead leaves on the train and stepped out of the ancestral hall
It was still the sunny day when Bai Qingyan came in, but it was cold and a big drop of rain fell at Bai Qingyan's feet. For a moment, it rained heavily.
The heavy outer door of the ancestral hall was pushed open. Lu Ping ran all the way under the double eaves of the ancestral hall in the rain, patted the rain on his shoulder, smiled and arched with Bai Qingyan: "big girl, this sunny rain is a good omen. Generally, it comes and goes quickly. Big girl, do you wait for the rain to stop and go back later, or do you leave now?"
Bai Qingyan looked back at the brightly lit and swaying ancestral hall, and the corners of his lips were up. It was a good sign.
"Go back!" Bai Qing said.
Luping asked Chuntao to bring in his umbrella and hold it to protect Bai Qingyan out of the ancestral hall.
Chuntao gets on the carriage first and is about to help Bai Qingyan get on the bus when he hears someone calling Bai Qingyan.
"Zhenguo Princess..."
Bai Qingyan took a step at his feet. In the sunny and heavy rain, he turned to look at the other end of the alley and saw an old man in a white cloth wide sleeved long shirt who looked like a fairy, smiling and bowing to Bai Qingyan.
The old man was covered with silver and wore a jade crown. Beside him were two of his disciples, an umbrella guard and a little boy. The old man's servant led the green carriage behind him.
Dong sipped his lips and sat there for a long time without saying a word.She already knows that her son is still alive.But her husband... She heard that Po took her husband's head back from the enemy camp. It must be impossible to survive.Birthday... Po must miss his grandfather and father.At this time, Bai Qingyan was standing in front of many memorial tablets of Bai family in Bai's ancestral hall, covering his heart with one hand and holding incense with the other... Aiming at the flickering candle to light incense.The gate outside the ancestral hall is tightly closed, and housekeeper Hao and Luping take the Bai family guard outside the Bai family ancestral hall.The ancestral hall with solemn eaves and six yellow pear wood carved flower partition fans are open. The hanging hangings hanging from the sandalwood beam in the ancestral hall are hooked on both sides of the black sandalwood column with the pillar base of the lotus. Hundreds of copper lotus oil lamps standing on the left and right elevated sides of the ancestral hall flicker, melting the warm color of the solemn and quiet ancestral hall.White smoke curled up from the gilded Boshan incense burner on the front table of many clean and shiny memorial tablets.The candlelight flickered brightly and darkly, reflecting Bai Qingyan's pale and flawless facial features, which made her eyes more dark and firm.She lit the incense, fanned out the flames on the three incense with her hands, respectfully raised the incense over her head, inserted it into the incense burner, knelt on the futon, kowtowed three times, covered her aching heart, knelt on the futon, quietly stared at the memorial tablets of her grandfather and father, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes.Those trivial past events, like startling dust, reminded her of the hairpin ceremony at the age of 15. At that time, she went out with her grandfather and father and did not do any hairpin ceremonyThat day, it was like today. The sky was clear and the sun was shining.She and her father chose small characters for her in her grandfather's handsome account.At noon, the bright light came in from outside the big tent. She knelt down with her father in front of his grandfather's desk and looked at the words written by his grandfather on the paper. His father frowned and looked up at his grandfather: "Dad, what are the words you gave Po? Where is Mingshan like a daughter's small character? And this... Mingqi, Dad, aren't you fooling around? My son's generation uses Qi characters. PO should avoid taking words!"Grandpa pointed to the word that said Mingshan and said, "so I changed it to Mingshan!"The father looked reluctant and could only ask, "good daughter's house, small character Mingshan... What's the beginning? I think I'd better choose Chang'an. It's best to call Chang'an Chang'an... From long-term peace, Po!"Before she could speak, Grandpa said: "Zhou Zhixing and Zhuo Ming are in Qishan. This is the small character I took for po. Although Po is a woman, he is a natural general. He has suffered hardships and is cruel to himself. In the future, as long as po is not confined to his backyard, he will be able to compete for hegemony in this troubled times, become famous as a woman, become a general respected by future generations like the ancestors of the Bai family, and become the government of our country Even the most brilliant woman in the great Jin country! "Bai Qingyan's throat rolled, and her mind was full of smiles and expectations when her grandfather looked at her.Later, her small characters were not determined.Grandfather had high hopes for her by choosing the small character "Mingshan".Her father took the small character "Chang'an" for her, which is a deep love between father and daughter.She clenched her teeth, raised her tearful eyes and looked at her grandfather's memorial tablet.Zhou Zhixing also, Zhuo Ming in Qishan.The rise of the new dynasty must begin at Niujiao mountain in shuoyang.Bai Qingyan stood up and kowtowed respectfully to the ancestors of the Bai family. He was determined to disobey the imperial power of the Lin family and solemnly told the ancestors.The Bai family has been protecting the people for generations. The rotten imperial power of the Lin family in the state of Jin... Doesn't deserve to be the king of the people!She asked herself that she had no great ability to correct the royal family and wanted to replace it. If it violated the ancestors of the Bai family's loyalty to the imperial power of the Lin family for generations, after her death... She must personally apologize.Her eyes were calm and kowtowed heavilyOutside the six doors of the ancestral hall, the wind blows... The dead leaves are whirling and rustling.The dying hanging on the ebony column by the gilded copper hook swayed, and hundreds of lotus oil lamps in the ancestral hall swayed from side to side. Together with the white smoke curling from the gilded Boshan incense burner just now, it was blown out suddenly.Bai Qingyan, who knelt on the futon and kowtowed, tightened his palm and raised his head. He looked at the memorial tablets like a torch. His vision finally fell on the memorial tablets of his grandfather and father.If Bai Qingyan had thought about his grandmother before... He was worried that the people would be tired by the war, and there was a little hesitation... He hesitated whether to oppose the Lin imperial power or help the crown prince ascend the throne and try to correct it.This time, the prince wants to build a jiuchongtai for the emperor, which completely makes Bai Qingyan reject the idea of rectifying the prince."The original intention of the Bai family army is to serve the people! To be loyal to the imperial power of the Lin family... And also to serve the people. Bai Qingyan dare not forget the aspirations of the Bai family handed down from generation to generation, and the achievements of peace in the world." Bai Qingyan said with tears in his eyes and calm voice, but seemed to have sonorous power, "Bai Jiajun has always been a barrier to the state of Jin, but he is regarded as a rogue minister by his majesty today! Bai Qingyan is not a saint. He does not want to repay good for bad. He is determined to oppose Lin's imperial power. Although he dare not say that he is completely for the people and personal hatred, but... Bai Qingyan will do his best to calm the world in this life! He will not change his mind! He will not regret it!"Then Bai Qingyan kowtowed.The strong wind suddenly disappeared into the Baijia ancestral hall. The lotus oil lamp light swayed gently, and the light smoke of the gilded Boshan incense burner still curled. If Bai Qingyan hadn't stained the train with dead leaves brought in by the wind from the yard, it would be as if the wind had never appeared.Bai Qingyan stood up, held the carved partition fan of the ancestral hall, bent down, patted the dead leaves on the train and stepped out of the ancestral hallIt was still the sunny day when Bai Qingyan came in, but it was cold and a big drop of rain fell at Bai Qingyan's feet. For a moment, it rained heavily.The heavy outer door of the ancestral hall was pushed open. Lu Ping ran all the way under the double eaves of the ancestral hall in the rain, patted the rain on his shoulder, smiled and arched with Bai Qingyan: "big girl, this sunny rain is a good omen. Generally, it comes and goes quickly. Big girl, do you wait for the rain to stop and go back later, or do you leave now?"Bai Qingyan looked back at the brightly lit and swaying ancestral hall, and the corners of his lips were up. It was a good sign."Go back!" Bai Qing said.Luping asked Chuntao to bring in his umbrella and hold it to protect Bai Qingyan out of the ancestral hall.Chuntao gets on the carriage first and is about to help Bai Qingyan get on the bus when he hears someone calling Bai Qingyan."Zhenguo Princess..."Bai Qingyan took a step at his feet. In the sunny and heavy rain, he turned to look at the other end of the alley and saw an old man in a white cloth wide sleeved long shirt who looked like a fairy, smiling and bowing to Bai Qingyan.The old man was covered with silver and wore a jade crown. Beside him were two of his disciples, an umbrella guard and a little boy. The old man's servant led the green carriage behind him.
