Her family's god has that serious disease in her head

To this day, she feels the sense of powerlessness she once felt again.

Even though it came from different reasons, the pain in her heart was the same.

Don't know what to do.

Just like when Qing Lanyue said she was going to marry her, she didn't know what to do.

How can His Majesty Tianjun marry a maid from the Shui Tribe?
But she really, really likes this man.

The pain brought to her by the pressure of her humble status at that time was as overwhelmed as she was at this time.

The man who was still aggressive at first softened his attitude.

He paused in front of Xiao Ranxing, pulled her arm, and pulled her up.

But Xiao Ranxing shook his head and sobbed, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I really don't know what to do, Lanyue."

This choking sound made Qing Lanyue's heart ache.

He said: "Get up first, the ground is cold, your body can't stand the cold."

Xiao Ranxing still shook his head, "I'm sorry for you, it's me..."

Her crying became louder and louder, and finally she began to cry in Qing Lanyue's arms.

Qing Lanyue hugged him horizontally to the couch, and comforted him softly, "I shouldn't lose my temper with you, did I scare you?"

Xiao Ranxing was sobbing.

Qing Lanyue sighed heavily, and now she really calmed down.

Not only is he calm, but even his heart is half cold.

It's terrible, why did he go crazy just now, to scare people like this.

Since getting married, Qing Lanyue has never seen Xiao Ranxing cry again. Sometimes he even joked that she had shed all her tears before getting married, and now she can't cry no matter how bullied she is.

But Qing Lanyue knows best in her heart that whether she will cry or not depends entirely on him.

Xiao Ranxing is an orphan without father and mother, who has lived in the water palace since he was a child.

Although Yan Xiqian treated her very well, the two of them got along more like sisters than master and servant.

But no matter how well she was treated, the disparity in status always made her feel a little inferior, and she never dared to overstep.

Qing Lanyue fell in love with her at first sight.

On the day of Yan Xiqian and Qing Yanci's big wedding, Qing Lanyue, as the groom's only relative, naturally sat firmly in the high hall.

He caught sight of the girl next to the bride with the red hijab at a glance.

Xiao Ranxing is good-looking, not Yan Xiqian's grand appearance, but a bit of Xiaojiabiyu's, which is exactly the type that Qing Lanyue likes.

Like is like, he has always felt that only feelings can not go against the heart.

Therefore, even if he paid any price, even if he fabricated unreasonable words, he made up his mind to marry this girl.

But to Qing Lanyue's surprise, the biggest obstacle between the two was not outsiders' gossip, nor the opposition of the elders of the Celestial Clan, but...it was Xiao Ranxing's inferiority complex.

She was unwilling, unwilling, and even said repeatedly that she had never liked him.

If Yan Xiqian hadn't come to him later and asked him if he had bullied Xiao Ranxing, he wouldn't even have known that she would secretly cry every time she rejected him.

It was also Yan Xiqian who took him to hide outside Xiao Ranxing's gate, so that he could hear Xiao Ranxing's truth.

It's not that she doesn't like him.

It's just that she didn't dare to like, approach, or accept him.

After learning this, his previous haze was swept away, and he decided to tell her with practical actions that he wanted her.

It is really difficult to support the heart of a person with low self-esteem, but he still did it.

But today, he seemed to have done something wrong, as if he had lost something he had finally obtained.

Xiao Ranxing cried a lot. She also knew that crying could not solve any problems, but she really didn't know what to do.

Qing Lanyue comforted her for a long time, but she could only hold her breath and promised that she would not trouble Hua Yingshuang.

On the second day, when Qing Yanci took Yan Xiqian to the imperial mausoleum, Qing Lanyue looked at him with knife-like eyes.

Qing Yanci frowned, but due to the presence of all the elders, none of them said anything.

After entering the imperial mausoleum, everything will be done according to the etiquette on the death day.

Qing Yanci looked at the tombstone where his father, monarch and mother were buried together, with mixed emotions in his heart.

Yan Xiqian held his hand tightly.

The boy turned his head to look at her, and she smiled back.

This gave Qing Yanci great comfort and allowed him to muster up his courage.

As descendants of the direct line, Qing Lanyue, Qing Yanci and their family members kowtow in front of the mausoleum.

It was then that Yan Xiqian realized that Xiao Ranxing's eyes were a little red and swollen, but she couldn't ask questions on this occasion, so she could only kowtow first.

When kowtowing, Qing Yanci lowered his voice and said: "The queen mother said that the youngest daughter-in-law is very beautiful."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Yan Xiqian.

Yan Xi smiled slightly, and said softly, "Thank you, Queen Mother, for your compliment."

The etiquette is very cumbersome, and Qing Yanci began to worry about whether Yan Xiqian's temper could be maintained.

When the elders began to pour wine and worship, Qing Yanci asked her in a low voice, "Are you tired or not? It doesn't matter if we slip away quietly."

Qing Yanci often did this kind of thing when he worshiped his grandfather in the past.

Although he would be beaten up by his father every time, he thought that his elder brother would not beat him up.

Yan Xi smiled lightly, shook his head, and said, "I'm not tired, don't say such things in front of my parents, you'll think I'm delicate. This is the first time I've met them, so I need to make a good impression."

Qing Yanci also laughed, "Father and Queen already like you very much, I can feel it."

Yan Xi slightly raised his chin, and said, "You have to like it more, who would dislike liking too much?"

The boy just nodded.

By the time the ceremony was completed, most of the day had passed.

For most of the day, I couldn't even drink a sip of water, let alone walking around, throwing wine and offering sacrifices, etc.

Yan Xiqian was actually a little tired, if she didn't have spiritual power now, she wouldn't be so hypocritical.

But thinking that today is very special for Qing Yanci, she can bear it.

On the contrary, it was her little husband who came to ask her if she was tired from time to time.

Finally, the sacrifice was over, and after the elders dispersed, Yan Xiqian bent down and rubbed his knees.

The Shui people have never had these customs, and they don't pay much attention to them. Every year on the anniversary of their ancestors' death, they just voluntarily go to worship.

Such and such, bowing down over and over again, the knees really can't bear it.

Qing Yanci watched the elders leave, squatted down in front of her, and said, "Does your knee hurt? Quick, come up, I'll carry you back."

Yan Xiqian was really in great pain, and she didn't care about anything else, so she lay on the young man's back.

Suddenly, Qing Lanyue coughed heavily from behind, and he pretended to reprimand sharply: "What kind of dignity are you two?"

Qing Yanci ignored him, and only asked Yan Xiqian, "Are you hungry?"