Among the people outside the emperor, the most important activity on the day of the day is the clan sacrifice to the ancestors of the family temple.

The Wei family is no exception.

On the sunny day of October, the winter wine brewed for the ancestral sacrifice to the ancestors has already been produced.

Starting three days ago, Mrs. Xu began to take a shower and change her clothes to clean her body and mind.

The sacrificial deacons in the clan have also arranged all the sacrificial matters and have just waited for that day to come.

Last year, Wei Shao was blocked by war and stayed in Xindu with Xiao Qiao, who had just married, and missed the sacrifice.

Mrs. Xu thought that this year's full year was going to miss it again. She didn't expect that she would finally return home in time one day. She was very happy.

It was late at night when I got home last night. I went into the west room and cleaned up randomly. After taking a shower, Xiao Qiao and Wei Shao fell asleep. Because the road was bumpy and hard, Xiao Qiao dripped his head and fell asleep. Early the next morning, the sky was still dark outside the window. After the fifth day, Xiao Qiao was pretending to be in his heart and woke up from his sleep. Opening his eyes, he saw that the silver candles in the room were quietly lit, but Wei Shao was gone by the pillow.

He had to worship the ancestral temple in the morning, and he had a lot of things to do today. I thought he had already gotten up quietly at some point.

Xiao Qiao crawled up and was stunned.

On this day last year, she was in Xindu and did not participate in the clan sacrifices of the Wei family.

In theory, when people return this year, as Wei Shao's wife, she naturally wants to participate in today's family activities.

But Xiao Qiao did not forget that when she first arrived at the Wei family as a bride last year, Wei Shao never took her to visit the House of Commons Temple.

In terms of the etiquette system, her wedding was actually missing the last, and it was also a very important step: to visit the ancestral temple of her husband's family as a bride.

Only by visiting the House of Commons Temple can one truly express that it is recognized and accepted by the husband's family.

Of course, Xiao Qiao herself didn't care about this kind of false gift. A year has passed, and she had long forgotten what happened.

But today is a special day. She faced the level of whether she would be rejected outside the threshold of the ancestral temple again, and she inevitably remembered what she had happened.

Because she arrived too late last night, the news of her return home with Wei Shao was handed over to Mrs. Xu. The two of them just kowtowed to her, said a few words about what happened on the way, and then went back to the west room to rest. Therefore, Mrs. Xu did not mention this morning at that time.

According to Xiao Qiao's guess, Mrs. Xu should take her to attend the ancestral temple sacrifice.

But Xiao Qiao was a little unsure of Wei Shao's side.

Since he got up quietly and left early in the morning, without giving a word to himself, she felt more and more that he was probably unhappy to let him, a man surnamed Qiao, step into his Wei family temple.

While Xiao Qiao was hesitating, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and then the door was pushed open. Chunniang led the maid and turned in behind the screen.

"The lady should get up. If you sleep again, I'm afraid you won't be able to get up to the ancestral temple sacrifice."

Chunniang smiled and went to the bedside, hooked up the bed tent, and signaled the maid to put down the clothes she brought.

Xiao Qiao took a look.

It is a set of blue-white silk deep clothes and a women's clothes for sacrifice.

Chunniang said, "The male man got up at the fourth update and told the maid not to wake you up and let you sleep for a while. Seeing that the time was almost the same, the maid came to call the maid to get up."

Xiao Qiao was silent and lifted the quilt off the bed. After washing, she changed into the set of silk-skinned clothes. After taking a few bites of the breakfast I brought. It was still not dawn at this time, and she was about to go to the north room when she heard the servant lady at the door calling "Male King", turned around and saw Wei Shao coming in.

He also wore a full set of black sacrificial garments, long crown, dark black clothes on the outside, and a crimson collar and sleeves on the inside.

The dress is solemn, making others look longer and taller, with bright eyes and vigorous spirits, and a solemn demeanor of the head of the family is coming to the face.

Xiao Qiao then greeted him and called him "husband".

Wei Shao looked at her and smiled and said, "Grandma's side should be ready soon. Let's go."

Xiao Qiao nodded and walked out with him, and the two of them went to the north room.

From the fifth hour, all the main doors of the Wei Mansion, Yimen, inner doors and other main doors have been opened. The lanterns start from the main door and click in along the passage like fire dragons. The entire Wei Mansion is brightly lit.

When he arrived at the hanging flower gate of the west room, Xiao Qiao saw that the inner courtyard was brightly lit from afar. When he climbed the steps, he habitually lowered his head and raised his skirt, but saw a hand stretching out from the side. He looked up and saw Wei Shao stopping and turning his head to look at him.

It was dark and cold. But Xiao Qiao felt a little warm and put one of his hands into his equally warm palm.

Wei Shao held her hand, took her up the steps, crossed the threshold, and finally arrived in front of the door of Mrs. Xu's room before letting go.

The two entered the room. Mrs. Xu had already gotten up. She was worshipped, and her eyes were patrolling the two of them, nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "It's great. Let's go now. The relatives must be waiting."

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The Wei family's ancestral hall is in an independent courtyard west of the Wei Mansion. The five vermilion gates are always closed on weekdays and open this morning. The Wei family members have gathered here, waiting in the Huxia on both sides, men and women are standing in a row, and the two rooms are all standing in silence, quietly without making any sound.

Xiao Qiao stepped into this courtyard that made her feel dark and cold for the first time.

Following Mrs. Xu and Wei Shao, she followed the wide green corridor under her feet to enter the ancestral hall along the wide green corridor under her feet. The pines and cypresses were green and solemn. On both sides of the hall gate, two huge ancient bronze burning tripods were placed, half a person tall, on both sides of the hall gate. The lush incense was already burned inside the tripod, and two blue smoke rose from the mouth of the tripod, and a strong smell of incense was floating in the air.

The deacons of the Wei clan had already brought people to wait. They respectfully welcomed Mrs. Xu and the male and female kings. The candles inside were brilliant, and above the gods, there was a horizontal plaque "The Destiny of the Ancestors" hanging, with a divine couplet on the left and right: respectful and bright sleeves will make you happy; Zhaomu's ancestors carry the light of tin. Below the table is the position of the gods of the Wei family. Behind the table is the position of the gods of the Wei family. The ancestors are in the middle, and the following generations are from the father and son to the left and right.

At the end of the two rows of divine positions, Xiao Qiao saw two names she was very familiar with: Mr. Yan, the god position of Master Jing, and the god position of brother Wei Bao.

These two gods were established in the name of Wei Shao, and all the titles were omitted, making them simple and clear.

Xiao Qiao quietly looked at Wei Shao beside him.

His expression was solemn and almost expressionless. His eyes crossed the back of Mrs. Xu, who was praying devoutly to his ancestors, and fell on the two dark and dark wooden thrones painted black.

After Mrs. Xu finished her incense and praying, it was Wei Shao and Xiao Qiao. Xiao Qiao knelt on the kneeling mat laid in front of the throne. After performing the great ceremony, she had no distractions. She calmed her mind and calmed her breath, offered incense and honor, and prayed sincerely with her eyes closed.

After the worship ceremony was over, and finally walked out of the gate of the temple, Xiao Qiao subconsciously looked back.

It was dawn at that time, and the first ray of sunrise in the New Year was gushing out from behind the clouds, shining on the kiss on the ridge of the main hall. It was bright and brilliant, and immediately expelled the dark and cold feeling left in Xiao Qiao's heart without a trace.

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On the morning of the morning, after Wei Shao worshipped the ancestral temple, he went straight to the yamen office and was greeted by the chiefs of various counties and generals who rushed to the hall.

Xiao Qiao is not much freer than him this day.

Mrs. Zhu has not been lifted from her confinement so far, and she is not even showing up in the morning for her ancestral temple worship.

Mrs. Xu is not very guests now. In addition, she is a little uneasy after getting up early to worship the ancestral temple. After returning, she completely replaced Mrs. Zhu's duty as the mistress of the Wei Mansion. Today, from morning to night, she has been socializing with the various families who came to pay tribute to each other from Yuyang City. Until the evening, she was free. After taking a sip of tea, she went to the north house to serve Mrs. Xu for dinner. Mrs. Xu asked about her what she could do when she returned to Yanzhou. Xiao Qiao picked up all she could tell. After hearing that Mrs. Ding was sick, Mrs. Xu was also happy. After using the meal, she looked at Xiao Qiao and said with pain: "It was already hard for you to go on your way. I got up late last night and got up early and was busy at this moment. Let's go back. When Shaoer returns outside, he doesn't want to use me. You two will take a break soon."

Xiao Qiao responded. Seeing Mrs. Xu repeatedly urging her, she got up and came out, returned to the west room, took a shower and changed into homely clothes, and then let out a breath and relaxed.

Wei Shao finished the banquet and came back only at the end of the dark Xu hour.

He should have drunk a lot of wine and his steps were floating.

Xiao Qiao kept waiting for him in the room. Hearing the sound of the servant lady outside, he hurried out to greet him.

Wei Shao supported her shoulder and entered the house, leaned on the bed, closed his eyes and remained motionless.

Seeing that he was so drunk, Xiao Qiao's face turned red and the wine was squirting, and he didn't care about complaining. He helped him remove his boots and socks, twisted a wet and hot towel, and wiped his face finely. After wiping his face, he helped him wipe his hands and feet, covered him with a quilt, got up and went out. The mother and the servants all dispersed. After returning to the room, they closed the door, took off their clothes and went to bed, got into the quilt, and lay gently beside him.

She smelled the air from the tent that gradually brought out a faint smell of wine through his breath, and slowly closed her eyes.

In the second half of the night, she was awakened by the man beside her.

Wei Shao was in the dark, fumbled her body with his hot palms, then pressed her down, eagerly pushing her legs away without any foreplay.

The two of them are becoming more and more familiar with each other's bodies. But every time he first enters, even if she is already moist, it often takes a while to fully adapt to his invasion.

He gradually took care of her feelings. He would always be kind to her before.

But at this moment, he seemed to have changed back to the Wei Shao who ignored her at the beginning.

His breath was very fast, and his breath hit her face. Xiao Qiao could still smell a smell of alcohol. His skin was very hot, ironing her warm skin like a stove. When his chest was tightly pressed against her soft chest, Xiao Qiao heard a very comfortable low moan in his throat.

He kept entering her, and it was very fierce. Her waist seemed to be broken when her palm pinched her hands. In the end, Xiao Qiao sobbed and moaned. When he finally finished, his breathing slowly calmed down, and Xiao Qiao slowly stopped sobbing. Feeling that his face and body were covered with tears or sweat, he felt very uncomfortable, so he took away his arm, held him in his arms, and sat up from his arms, and wanted to go down to clean it.

Wei Shao's arm suddenly stretched out again and pressed her back into his chest.

"From the first day you marry me, I will be from my Wei family. Don't interact with Yanzhou again in the future. I will protect you for the rest of my life."

In the darkness, Xiao Qiao heard Wei Shao say this.
Chapter completed!