"Summoning the Jade Palace, it is this Tianhuang."

Zong Zhengke looked up at the couplet on the black lacquer pillar, thoughtful.

This is the ancestral hall of the old house of the Zongzheng clan in Yuyan Mansion, and the couplet she saw was engraved at the door of the ancestral hall. She was going to Yunhang Mansion in a few days, but she had not worshiped the ancestors of the Zongzheng clan since she finished the Qing cultivation, so she had her trip today.

Jade Palace? Tianhuang? Doesn't this mean that his ancestors not only served as high-ranking officials, but also Tianhuang nobles and royal blood?

Zong Zhengjin originally planned to climb the stairs, but when he saw this, he stopped and said leisurely: "You also need to know your own origins." Our ancestors were not ordinary, and the first generation of ancestors was one of the seventy-two virtuous ministers under the throne of ancient times. Because of the blood of the emperor, he was awarded the position of Dazong Zheng by the emperor and ranked in the ninth king. ”

Zong Zhengke was surprised, the bloodline of the human emperor, this is a great noble origin. As far as she knows, the royal families of the major countries in the world, Great Qin, Great Zhao, Great Sheng, Great Wei and Great Qi, all have the blood of the human emperor. There are also some midstream countries that have claimed to be the heirs of the emperor more than once. I really didn't expect that my own background would be so extraordinary.

But this is not over, Zong Zheng put his hands behind his back, his face showed pride, and continued: "Our family's surname comes from the ancestral official position plus the word 'Wen', all because this ancestor is not only noble and held important positions, but also a well-known erudite and Confucian at that time, and his name has been famous for thousands of years. ”

Glancing at Zong Zhengke, who was slightly moved, Zong Zhengjin smiled and said: "Speaking of him, even if you are not good at poetry and books, you should know that it is Zong Zhengzi!" ”

Zong Zhengke was really taken aback at this time, who can add "子" as a suffix after the surname? It has to be an ancestor-level figure who has learned enough to last for centuries and benefit thousands of generations. And this Zongzhengzi is indeed very famous in history. Grandfather said that he was "erudite and Confucian", but he was really too humble.

Not to mention anything else, Pei Junshao is now bent on being admitted to the Great Qi Empire Mirror Academy, and its predecessor is the family study of Zongzhengzi's lineage. The nine library buildings with a collection of 100,000 books each used to be owned by Zongzhengzi's family! The most prestigious scholarly family in the Great Qi Empire is none other than the Zongzheng clan, and the mountain chief of the Jingting Academy has always been a member of the Zongzheng clan.

She suddenly understood why Yunhang Xiao's family was so big, but she chose her own family as her in-laws. Even if the Zongzheng clan of Tianxingguo is a side branch of Zongzhengzi for many generations. With such a prominent ancestor, it is not uncommon for him to marry the Xiao family.

Zong Zhengjin's face suddenly became gloomy, and he sighed with a wry smile: "It's a pity that our branch is far away from the lineage branch too early, and we don't forget our ancestors." But the Zongzheng clan of Daqi doesn't recognize us as a family. ”

Zong Zhengke smiled lightly: "Grandfather, we think we are our ancestors, what do we have to do with others? ”

Zong Zhengjin smiled dumbly, shook his head for a moment and said, "Your kid is sometimes too lonely, which is about related to your ten years of cultivation. In the future......" He wanted to say and stopped. sighed and said, "Don't miss the hour, you come with your grandfather and kowtow to your ancestors a few times." ”

Zong Zhengke obediently followed his grandfather into the ancestral hall. She knew that as a woman, she would have only had two opportunities to enter the ancestral hall to worship her ancestors in her life - when she was born and when she got married. My grandfather regarded her as the son-in-law of the big roof door, so he specially asked the eldest uncle and grandfather in Beijing to let her enter the ancestral hall to offer incense.

Regardless of whether Zong Zhengke himself cares about this matter or not, his grandfather's love cannot be disappointed. And with such a miserable past life experience, she now cherishes the people who really care for her even more.

entered the ancestral hall. Zong Zhengke looked up at the highest place, and sure enough, he saw a portrait of an ancient person dressed as a Confucian in ancient times, that is, her ancestor Zong Zhengzi. Beneath the portrait are rows of offering tables, on which are placed the names of the ancestors of this branch. Her eyes flew and she found two spirit cards in the bottom row, which were her father and mother.

Zong Zhengjin said in a low voice: "Ke'er, give your grandmother a pillar of incense too." ”

Zong Zhengke's gaze moved to the row of offering tables above Zong Zhengxiu and his wife, and there was a spirit tablet on it that belonged to her biological grandmother, Mrs. Ling.

According to Zong Zhengjin's instructions, Zong Zhengke spent almost half a day of effort to offer three pillars of incense to all his ancestors, and also paid tribute to three pillars of incense in front of his grandmother and parents. He also sprinkled mellow wine and kowtowed respectfully.

Both grandparents and grandchildren missed the meal, but neither of them showed signs of fatigue or hunger. Zong Zhengke has believed that there are gods and Buddhas in the underworld since he was reborn, and she occupies the body of the real Zong Zhengke. In the face of other people's ancestors, my heart is empty, where can I dare to be disrespectful?

After the worship, Zong Zhengke also offered to clean up the ancestral hall. In fact, the ancestral hall has its own clan elders to take care of it, and although it is not said to be dusty, it is still clean. But Zong Zhengke still reverently swept the ground, and carefully wiped those spirit cards with a soft cotton cloth.

Zong Zhengjin was extremely pleased, and the patriarch who was responsible for taking care of the ancestral hall was also very satisfied, and quietly praised Zong Zhengke with Zong Zhengjin.

In this busyness, the sun is turning westward. It was really inappropriate to rush back to Yuchuan Mansion overnight, so Zong Zhengjin took Zong Zhengke to rest in this old clan's house. The old lady, who was ranked third in the entire family, hospitalized Zongzheng and arranged comfortable rooms.

Zong Zhengke fell asleep after dinner, and she only brought a clear heart on the surface of this trip, and she also had the intention of protecting her grandfather's safety. Mingxin slept in the outer room, guarding the door through a heavy door. In the second half of the night, she suddenly opened her eyes and listened intently, and there seemed to be a constant shouting outside.

Mingxin became nervous, quickly put on his clothes, came to the window, and pushed the window to look into the distance. She saw a fire in the southeast, and a foul smell of fireworks dispersed with the wind. After thinking about it carefully, she was surprised to find that the place where the fire originated was the rich residence of Yuyan Mansion, and there were many mansions of high-ranking officials and rich gentry, and the prefect's yamen was also located there.

Turning his head to look at the closed door, he estimated that the girl was very tired during the day, so she didn't find any clues. But it doesn't matter, Master Yuanzhen has been secretly following them, and he will soon get the exact news.

Sure enough, only half an hour later, a black shadow fell from the wide open window. Master Yuanzhen said to Mingxin, who was waiting for him: "The mob stormed Fugui Lane, the prefect's yamen was burned, the grain depot and the silver treasury were opened, and there was not a grain of rice or silver in it!" ”

Mingxin smiled contemptuously: "This day, Xingguo is really angry, and the number is almost there!" An official warehouse with no food and no silver, phew! Whose purse did the grain and silver go?! ”

Master Yuanzhen chanted the Buddha horn in a low voice, and there was no difference in his eyebrows and eyes. She has traveled to many countries on the mainland, and it is really rare to say that it is rare to say that the court does not care about the life and death of the people like Tian Xingguo.

I'm afraid that as Mingxin said, the number of Qi of Tianxingguo is really coming! (To be continued.) )