When Meng Xiaoya opened her eyes again, the sky was already bright, and last night's madness drained the last trace of strength in her body, and the whole person was soft as if she were falling apart, looking at the man in front of her cautiously.

"He's smirking!"

Meng Xiaoya shyly put her head under the quilt, jumping like kicking a deer in her heart, not knowing how she should face the other man in her life.

"Wake up! Let's sleep a little longer, it's still early, so you don't have to accompany me to worship my ancestors today. ”

The side door opened a crack with a "squeak", Xiaomei stuck her head out, saw Zhen Qian**** sitting on the side with her upper body, made a ghost face towards Zhen Qian, stuck out her tongue, and hugged Zhen Qian's clothes casually.

"Little Nizi! It's playing tricks again...... ”

Xiaomei blinked her ignorant eyes, looked at Zhen Qian innocently, and her slender fingers with body temperature slashed on Zhen Qian's body, and put her head close to Zhen Qian's chest.

Zhen Qian put his arm around Xiaomei's thin waist with one hand, kissed her on the cheek, and skillfully reached into her dress with the other hand and kneaded it, "You want to freeze Lang Jun to death!" ”

Xiaomei arched Zhen Qian's chest with her head fiercely, Jiao Ni moaned/groaned, got rid of Zhen Qian's claws, and naughtily looked at Meng Xiaoya, who was covering the quilt on the bed and didn't want to see anyone: "Sister Xiaoya hasn't woken up yet!" ”

Meng Xiaoya stretched her head out of the quilt, curled up with the quilt in shame, the whole person looked like a wronged little daughter-in-law, stretched out her not fair arms and waved her fist at Xiaomei, and hid in the quilt in fright.

Zhen Qian shook his head, "Hurry up and prepare some hot water to wash me and Xiaoya?" ”

The early morning sunlight shone in through the window paper, Zhen Qian soaked in the hot water for a while, felt refreshed and refreshed, and the whole person came back to life, his head no longer hurt, and he returned to his best state.

After having breakfast in a hurry, when I was about to board the bus and go out of the city to the countryside to worship my ancestors, I suddenly remembered something: "Hasn't Fujiwara-kun woken up yet?" ”

"Fujiwara-kun drank too much yesterday, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany Lang-kun today."

"Forget it, let him sleep a little longer!" Zhen Qian turned around and saw Meng Xiaoya wearing a bright green long skirt and beaded flowers on her head, and walked out with difficulty with lame figure-eight steps, "Didn't you let you rest?" What to do out with? ”

Meng Xiaoya lowered her head, bit her lip lightly, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "I want to worship my ancestors with you?" ”

Zhen Qian stretched out his hand to hold up Meng Xiaoya's pointed chin, a pretty face with a red glow, and his eyes flashed with uneasiness, "I'll help you get into the car, walk slowly, and rest for a day or two?" ”

Xiaomei came to Meng Xiaoya's side, and the three of them got into the carriage together, Wang Peng shouted, and the horsewhip made a crisp sound in the air, "Go!" ”

In the courtyard of the Zhen family, horse-drawn carriages came out one after another, gathering and growing in a long convoy heading towards the outside of the city.

Zhen Qian leaned on the carriage, squinting his eyes and pretending to sleep, recalling what Zhen Sheng said last night in his mind, feeling as if he had missed something important?

Xiaomei hugged one of Meng Xiaoya's arms, leaned her head on Meng Xiaoya's meeting, blinked mischievously, and whispered in Meng Xiaoya's ear, the two seemed as close as sisters.

Zhenjia Village is less than ten miles away from the county seat, it is a small village of three or four hundred households, most of the people are surnamed Zhen, even if they are not surnamed Zhen, they are also related to the Zhen family.

The long convoy arrived at Zhenjia Village in less than half an hour, "Da Lang! It's time for the ancestral hall! ”

Zhen Qian stretched his head out of the carriage and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar Zhenjia Village in front of him, it is difficult to say when Zhenjia Village began, anyway, there were already Zhen ancestors living here before the Northern and Southern Dynasties. However, the Zhenjia Village at that time was completely different from the current Zhenjia Village, and it was also far from the Zhenjia Village in Zhen Qian's later impressions.

The Zhenjia Village in front of me is more like a landscape and pastoral ink painting, the hundred-year-old ancient alleys are quiet and far-reaching, a small stream at the entrance of the village slowly flows around the village, like a green jade belt in summer, and becomes a white silk in winter. The white walls and black tiles are small bridges and flowing water, and a few large locust trees at the entrance of the village are only dead branches, and a few residual leaves are swaying in ......the wind.

The houses in the village were almost completely covered in snow, leaving only a few black windows, like a pair of wide-open eyes, looking at the snowy world in amazement.

There is a huge ancient house at the entrance of the village, the mottled old wall, the bluestone paved path, the first thing to see is that the ancient house is in front of the stone carved building plate on the four vigorous and powerful big characters: Zhen's ancestral hall, it looks solemn.

There are two tall stone platforms on both sides of the main entrance, and the stone platforms are carved with exquisite patterns around them, there are flowers, birds, fish and insects, character modeling stories, Fu, Lu, Shou Samsung, etc., which are vividly depicted.

The door of the ancestral hall has been opened, about three meters high and three meters wide, and the left door is carved with "Wencheng" and the right door is engraved with "Wu Wei".

Xiaomei helped Meng Xiaoya to get out of the carriage, followed Zhen Qian into the ancestral hall, and the first thing she saw was a huge stone inscription, which clearly engraved the time when the ancestral hall was recently built and the names of the participants.

The whole ancestral hall can be divided into three levels, the first level is the front hall, the second level is the main hall, and the third level is the back hall.

In the middle of the front hall and the main hall is a huge patio, so that the ventilation and lighting of the whole ancestral hall appear more reasonable, there are corridors on both sides of the same hall, on the walls of the corridor are all kinds of allegorical patterns, "Meng's mother moved three times, chiseled the wall to steal the light, Kong Rong let the pear ......" and so on, each painting is angry, vivid. Walk through the corridor, through the corridor, then come to the main hall, there are not so many murals here, it seems to lack antique, but the two stone pillars standing are very charming, very magnificent, six or seven meters high, the upper and lower ends are carved very exquisitely, there are many auspicious clouds swirling in it, the plaque of "Guangzong Yaozu" is carved at the top, the whole hall is simple and majestic.

If you go further on, you will reach the back hall, which also has a patio. Behind the patio is the back hall, which visits many ancestors of the spirit card, enshrines the ancestors and ancestors, there is no mural here, there is no excessive decoration and carving, only a pair of auspicious paintings that imply the family for a long time, Fu Lu Shou three stars also have, there is a pair of couplets on both sides of the spirit card, the upper link is "long history", the lower link is "lush branches and leaves", the banner is "open branches and leaves" couplet, written in large golden characters, the penmanship is strong and powerful, very infectious!

This ancestral hall began more than a hundred years ago, the previous ancestral hall was destroyed in the war in the late Sui and early Tang dynasties, and the ancestral hall that Zhen Qian's later generations saw was built for less than 30 years.

(End of chapter)