Jiang Zimo nodded and sneered in his heart, secretly thinking that he was still a close relative of flesh and blood. From this look, he might not really know about the things his father did. However, even so, he would still stand by his parents' side.
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Well, in this way, she no longer has the uneasiness and guilt in her heart. Murong Qingzhen, between you and me, there is kindness and hatred, and there is revenge. Who will win depends on each person's method.
When I entered the ancestral hall, I saw that everything was arranged in an orderly manner. The Murong family courtyard originally adopted the Huizhou architectural style, and the furnishings inside the ancestral hall were of the same antique color, even the sesame oil and fire pillars used by many families for sacrifices.
There are no electrical appliances at all. The only modern element added is the high-power air conditioner placed behind the southwest wall.
The ancestral hall was as warm as spring, with several pots of Clivia in bud on mahogany flower stands, and several ink calligraphy and paintings on the walls, creating a solemn and solemn atmosphere. Even the servants who were lighting incense had a serious expression on their faces.
Jiang Zimo resented Murong Yuanhong in her heart, and the way he looked at her today was not good-looking, so she didn't bother to deal with it. She just nodded and called softly: "Uncle."
I stood aside waiting for the incense to be burned.
Murong Yuanhong and Yao Yuwan only had one son, Murong Qingyi. In order of birth, Murong Yuanhong was the first to offer incense to his ancestors, then Yao Yuwan, then Murong Qingyi, and finally the last one.
Jiang Zimo.
Originally, each person held three lit incense sticks in his hand, and after bowing upward three times, he could stand up, and then personally insert the incense sticks in his hands into the incense burner in the center of the sacred tablet to complete the worship.
But for some reason, the three sticks of incense that Jiang Zimo took in her hand were put out one by one without waiting for her to bow and bow. Moreover, a small amount of hot incense ash fell on the back of her hand and the tiger's mouth.
Jiang Zimo couldn't help the pain and couldn't help but throw the incense stick to the ground. When Murong Qingzhen came over to take a look, he saw that a large transparent blister had been burned on the white and tender skin on the back of her hand.
Mrs. Murong also asked with concern: "How is it? Does it hurt?"
Only Murong Yuanhong, who had been standing in front of the sacred tablet, just snorted coldly and said pointedly: "Only those who are disrespectful in front of the ancestral tablet will receive such a warning.
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Of course, Jiang Zimo knew that there was a reason for the incident. She expected that Murong Yuanhong wanted to take the opportunity to hit herself, so as to give herself a chance. Covering the burnt place on her hand, she carefully looked at the burn immediately after being shaken to the ground by her.
The incense sticks that were taken away by the servant and were about to be thrown into the incinerator, he winked at Murong Qingzhen calmly. Murong Qingzhen caught his attention immediately and said: "Wait a minute!"
The servant turned around with a look of embarrassment, and Murong Qingzhen beckoned: "Bring me those three incense sticks and take a closer look. I want to see if it is my wife who is disrespectful to the ancestors, or someone else."
Doing something in the dark."
Murong Yuanhong naturally understood the insinuations of these words. He glared at his son angrily and said angrily: "You can't say a nice word for the Chinese New Year. You are pretending to be a ghost. How can you say such things in front of your ancestors?