Emperor, you belong with me

Qin Yuanyang's steps did not move, the girl pulled him again, he walked forward a few steps.

The girl said, "second brother, what else do you look at a woman who does not have the virtue to corrupt the style of her family?"

Qin Yuanyang thin lips almost want to open, corner of the eye to see Xue Zhibing a face of indifference, did not leave a word to go far.

Xue Zhibing finally breathed a breath, she looked at his back, his steps without a trace of hesitation, no nostalgia.

He is always like this, always leaving her back, so that she can't keep up.

Oh, for him, she is a trouble that he is eager to get rid of. How can she have nostalgia?

Ning Yixu rescued her feet, she carefully asked: "sister Xue, how are you?"

Xue Zhibing stood up with her wheelchair and said, "Xiao Li, I'm sorry just now."

Ning Yixu is worried about her, "I'm ok, I'm afraid of you Is he Er Shao? "

Xue Zhibing nods silently and pushes Ning Yixu to another road.

Ning Yixu is not easy to ask others, and he doesn't know why they divorced.

They went to the ancestral temple together. The servant on the road looked at Ning Yixu in disgust, and then looked at Xue Zhibing very uncomfortable.

Some servants hurried by with their heads down. Some stopped and called, "Miss Xue."

Xue Zhibing light should be, she said with Ning Yixu: "wait a minute we don't have to do anything, after the ritual, together give grandfather incense on the line."

Ning Yixu looked at this simple and luxurious mansion, one porch after another, and completely refreshed her understanding of "aristocratic family".

Rich family, a pillar of the history of precipitation, if not ordinary merchants can match.

They walked through the gate of the ancestral hall, and then through a small bridge.

The place where the ancestral temple is located is a little like a small island, with its back against the green mountains and a clear river flowing in front of it. It has the artistic conception of seclusion and purity.

Ning Yixu tried to cover up the fact that he had never seen the world.

In such a political and economic metropolis as the imperial capital, the Qin family's mansion occupies such a large area.

She knows that the emperor has a prince's residence with five-level national protection, which is really a royal garden preserved 100 years ago. She has only seen pictures on the Internet, but has not had the opportunity to have a look on the spot.

After seeing the Qin family mansion, she felt that the prince's residence was just like this.

She endured innumerable words in her heart and put on a face.

The ancestral hall is ancient and solemn, and the plaque at the gate reads "ancestral hall of Qin family".

There was a faint smell of incense in the air, and all the servants outside were silent, which made Ning Yixu nervous.

The ancestral hall is dedicated to the tablets of the Qin family's ancestors. Outsiders preach that the Qin family has the lifeblood of the emperor. The area where the Qin family's mansion is located is also full of noble spirit, which makes people feel mysterious and awed.

Xue Zhibing reminds Ning Yixu in a low voice, "the elders of the Qin family attach great importance to etiquette. You used to be reckless, but now you can't do it. If you don't remember how to call someone, you can follow me. You and my peers will probably not make mistakes."

Ning Yixu is very grateful, Qin Yunjing brought her to ignore her, fortunately let her meet sister Xue.

Xue Zhibing pushed her in and went through two gates. Inside was the main hall.

In the courtyard, there was a table for doing rituals. There were all kinds of utensils on the surface of the table. An old Taoist in a gray robe was standing there with a yellow amulet. He was immortal.

Ning Yixu thought for a moment that he had gone through the ancient times.