Lan Shuying really wanted to take advantage of Sudia's identity to see the so-called worship ceremony up close.

But she also knew that was not realistic.

Because judging from Sudia's memory, this woman never really participated in the ceremony.

As soon as Lan Shuying got a little closer, someone immediately came over and expelled her, with a very unkind attitude, different from everyone she had met before.

It's easy to understand.

Sudia is a mistress, and the opposite of this profession is naturally the main house of the patriarch's family.

That is the absolute high-level in the Zhurong clan, from the surname to the bloodline, all engraved with the word noble. For a third party like Sudia, who was born on the border and exchanged her beauty for a good life, she is not even qualified to carry shoes for others.

On weekdays, there is nothing to do, that is the other party giving the patriarch a face, and it also shows that she disdains it, and she does not need to rely on men to eat, even if he is the supreme ruler here.

After Mangta's grandfather was ousted, the errand of the preparation of the pilgrimage ceremony was naturally transferred from Mangta's grandmother's maiden home to the maiden home of the main house.

The one who came to chase her just now was a relative of the mother's family in the main house, who seemed to be a nephew.

During the time when Lan Shuying was distracted, the anomaly here had already attracted the attention of many people.

Someone was talking, and a recent voice came to her ears, and the man was jokingly disparaging Sudia again.

Lan Shuying touched her face, wondering in surprise, was this called a provocation? She was just stunned for a moment.

This word is very spiritual.

Just then a maid came up to her and asked her to come and rest.

Go to an old place.

At this hour, Zhibao is on the road, and before entering the city, all the people of the Zhurong tribe of all sizes are gathered here, and the Zhurong City is almost empty, but this square is crowded.

Those who were eligible to participate in the ceremony were waiting in the lounge area, and Sudia could not participate, but she had an exclusive lounge nearby.

The patriarch was there, waiting to appease his little beauty's grievances.

- This has been the case in every ceremony in the past, and it has never been an exception.

Lan Shuying walked in, and the first thing she saw was a boy, with very delicate facial features, like Sudia.

He sat intently playing with the ball on the fur blanket in the corner, and when he heard her come in, he didn't look this way.

The patriarch gave her an ambiguous look, tilted his chin, and patted his chest.

Like a male beast begging for pleasure.

Lan Shuying pretended to be aggrieved and said, "She gave me an ugly ...... in front of so many people."

"Hahaha! My little Sudia is the most beautiful woman in the world, who dares to say you are ugly? I skinned him! The patriarch tried to make a fool of himself, and he ordered the boy on the blanket to come and make him laugh at his mother.

It worked easily before.

Even the greedy and insidious Sudia can't resist this natural motherhood.

But something happened today.

The boy went obediently.

However, just as he was lying on Lan Shuying's silver fox fur skirt and rubbing his fur with his side face, he suddenly reached out and pushed her back, and shouted solemnly, "You are not my mother!" ”

Lan Shuying knocked down the door curtain as she retreated.

The cold wind outside blew in, and the air instantly condensed.

"Wudi, you're disobedient, aren't you, how can I not?!" Lan Shuying stood firm against the door frame, with a straight face, making enough of the image of Yan Mu who was majestic and provoked.

"The smell! You don't smell like my mother, you're a fake! ”

The boy took a sip and ran behind the patriarch in a few steps.

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