Chapter 170: Worship

If you can't find a woman who is side by side with you, you have to grieve yourself and find a woman from a family with a suitable background as a wife, but I didn't expect to meet someone you like.

The corners of Mo Chang's mouth curled up slightly, and his mood was very relaxed.

He originally thought that he would always come to see his mother alone, but he didn't expect to find a woman who could accompany him now.

He looked at his mother's tablet seriously, and said in his heart: Although Lu Yunyao doesn't want to marry into the Hou Mansion now, but your son is so good, it is estimated that it will be done after a year and a half.

In this way, I will bring her to you first, you will see what your future daughter-in-law will look like, and help me set her first.

Mo Changju was very confident in his charm, and he didn't know where to come to the conclusion that Lu Yunyao would definitely take a fancy to him, and silently recited many words in his heart, basically all around Lu Yunyao.

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes reverently and bowed three times.

He didn't notice that just as he was silently reciting those words, the woman next to him slowly turned her head and looked at him quietly, her heart was very complicated.

She knew early on that there was an ancestral hall set up by the prince alone for the first lady in Yuhua Courtyard, and those who were not in the same place as the ancestral hall of the Hou Mansion always came to visit alone, especially at night.

Aunt Yan once warned her that all places in Yuhua Courtyard can be visited, but don't get close to here, His Royal Highness the Prince doesn't like others to come.

Lu Yunyao has always been obedient and has never had the idea of being here, and after Cha Cha and Liu Er moved in, she also sternly admonished them.

She could see that although the tone of the prince was not so sad when he mentioned the first lady, there was always a little loneliness and nostalgia in his eyes.

Shizi must be very sorry that when he was young, his mother left early, and since then he has grown up alone, and he doesn't remember too many things about his mother, all of which he heard from Aunt Yan.

When the prince brought her over, Lu Yunyao was surprised and a little frightened, and even felt overwhelmed.

She didn't know what to do, so she could only hold the incense, and first accuse Mrs. Xian of occupying someone's old residence without knowing it, and then she didn't know what to say, so she looked at the person beside her who was kneeling with a straight back.

Seeing that he had his eyes closed, he was very religious, his side face looked particularly solemn and solemn behind the light and shadow, the outline was like a knife, and the clear sense of youth faded, and he matured a lot, as if he had grown up in an instant.

Lu Yunyao knelt next to him, her heart was confused, and she couldn't help but think, what did the prince bring her over, how could she follow the prince to worship Mrs. Xian, and what kind of deep meaning was there.

She was so confused that the incense she was holding in her hand burned a lot, and she didn't feel the ashes falling.

Until Mo Changju felt her gaze, turned his head, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, "See what I do?" ”

Lu Yunyao reacted, hurriedly turned his head back, took a deep breath, bowed three times, and then got up with Mo Changdu, and inserted the burning incense into the incense burner on the incense table.

Lu Yunyao took two steps back, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked Shizi, "What did His Highness bring me here?" ”

She was a little embarrassed, could it be that she thought that the prince had not given up the idea of taking her as a concubine?

It's not that she's too self-indulgent, it's just that Shizi obviously respects his deceased biological mother and is willing to bring her a handmaid over to worship, if she doesn't think of something else, she can't say anything else.

Lu Yunyao was also a little panicked in her heart, she felt that Shizi was too serious about herself, which made her a little overwhelmed.

"Why did I bring you, don't you know?"

Mo Chang looked at her with a smile, his eyes were frank, but it made Lu Yunyao's heart beat faster, and his eyes were evasive.

"How would Yun Yao know."

"Aren't you scared to live in the yard where my mother used to live? I took you to worship my mother in person, and I learned about it with her, so I shouldn't worry about it anymore, right? ”

Lu Yunyao: "......"

Her eyes didn't dodge, she blinked, she didn't say anything for a long time, and said with a complicated expression: "It turned out to be for this." ”

She thought it was ...... Forget it, it's her who thinks too much.

Lu Yunyao wondered if she was too narcissistic, how could she think of anything about it.

Of course, a large part of this is due to the son.

He rejected the old lady's plan to let him take a concubine, but his attitude towards her gradually became ambiguous, and he moved his hands and feet from time to time, making it difficult for her not to doubt whether she had other thoughts.

No wonder she thought about it.

Lu Yunyao glanced at the son of the world angrily, and remembered that this was the ancestral hall of the first lady, and it was not good to complain about other people's sons in her heart in front of other people's tablets.

Lu Yunyao hurriedly recited two sentences of forgiveness in her heart, but Yun Yao didn't mean to, so she put her mind at ease.

Mo Changju looked at her with a smile, meaningful, "It's not for this reason, why did I bring you here?" You don't think crooked, do you? ”

He walked over step by step, with a smile on his face, and every step seemed to step on Lu Yunyao's heart, which made her tremble.

When Mo Chang Jue walked up to her, trying to get closer to see every expression on her face, she staggered back a few steps.

"Your Highness, this is the ancestral hall of the first lady, you are more serious."

Mo Chang stood up straight, undeniable.

He told his mother that this was his future daughter-in-law, so what was there to be afraid of.

It's just that it's not good to do too much here, Mo Chang decided to worship his mother, and let his mother set his daughter-in-law, and he was in a very comfortable mood.

"Go back, stay for a long time and be careful of catching a cold." Mo Chang decided.

The ancestral hall is deserted, and there is no charcoal basin and fire wall for heating, so Lu Yunyao's body may not be able to stand it after staying for a long time.

The two walked back side by side, and Mo Chang decided: "I came here to tell you something." ”

I didn't expect to see her tired, and I didn't have time to say it at all.

Lu Yunyao said: "Your Highness, please speak." ”

Mo Chang glanced at her and said, "After a while, it will be a triennial winter hunt, and the momentum is huge, not only the emperor's relatives will attend, but also the children of the families who are ranked in Beijing will follow." ”

He paused, "I'm naturally going to follow, you ......"

His expression was a little tangled.

Lu Yunyao has been growing up in the tooth shop, and she doesn't know about it at all, "Winter hunting? I've only heard that every year the royal hunt is every year, is there any difference between this winter hunt? ”

Mo Changju explained: "The Great Jin Dynasty is the world on horseback, and the winter hunt is handed down from the ancestors, and in order to hone the descendants, it is also a test. ”

Originally, the winter hunt was held once a year, and the royal children had to compete, and it was also the ancestors who warned them not to relax in order to let the descendants not forget how the ancestors brought down the country.

Of course, in today's generation, the trend of emphasizing literature and light martial arts in the DPRK and China is gradually increasing, and the annual winter hunt has also become a triennial, and many people have never ridden a horse at all, and even if they participate, they are just pretending.

The literati's hands are used to hold pens, how can they be strangled by the reins.