When Yan Qiluo heard this, he immediately looked at Cangsheng in surprise.

"Really, I don't lie to you." Cangsheng saw Yan Qiluo's surprised expression, thinking that Yan Qiluo didn't believe it, turned around and went back to the house and took out his mobile phone, opened the picture and handed it to Yan Qiluo and said, "I secretly took a picture when my father wasn't paying attention, you can see if it looks like it yourself." ”

Yan Qiluo curiously took the phone and looked at it, and was stunned for a moment.

Not to mention, it's really quite similar.

However, the person in the painting is dressed in a long red dress, and the arrogance at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows makes it impossible to ignore her slanted temperament.

"Who is she?" Yan Qiluo couldn't help but ask curiously.

"It's the ancestor of the Zhong family." Cangsheng replied simply: "I heard grandpa say that three hundred and seventy years ago, it was this benefactor who saved Liangshan Village. This benefactor promised to marry a prince, in exchange for a hundred years of peace in Liangshan Village. Ah, my dad is here. ”

Cangsheng snatched the phone back and hid it in his pocket at once.

Yan Qiluo was stunned and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

How could it be...... Such a coincidence?

Yan Qiluo reached out and stroked his face, always feeling that all this was like a dream.

It's weird enough that he looks exactly like Zhong Tianxiao, but he even bumped into one of the Zhong family's ancestors?

Ah, it's unimaginable......

When the village chief saw Yan Qiluo standing with Cangsheng, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly walked over and said to Yan Qiluo: "Miss Yan, please do not be polite if you have any questions." ”

Yan Qiluo's eyes flashed, now everyone else is resting, and he has eaten too much, so he went out for a walk to digest the food.

Taking advantage of this time period, why don't you go to the ancestral shrine of the Han people?

With this thought in his mind, Yan Qi said with a smile: "The village chief said that I can visit the ancestral shrine in the village, is this a joke?" ”

The village chief was stunned, he didn't expect that Yan Qiluo, a delicate eldest lady, would be interested in the ancestral shrine of Liangshan Village.

What he said just now is indeed the rule of Liangshan Village.

But...... That's just politeness, isn't it?

However, the village chief misunderstood, Yan Qiluo was not only not the eldest lady, but also the person who lived at the bottom.

Since Yan Qiluo asked like this, the village chief naturally couldn't refuse, so he could only nod and say, "I'll go and inform the patriarch of the Han nationality." The ancestral hall is a place where outsiders can't enter, so the people around Miss Yan ......"

Yan Qiluo nodded and said, "I understand, I'll just go in by myself." I'm just a little curious. ”

The village chief said reassuringly: "Okay, I'll arrange it." ”

The village chief made a quick arrangement.

In other words, the six patriarchs of Liangshan Village did have a strange respect for Yan Qiluo, which made Yan Qiluo puzzled and curious.

Therefore, she really wanted to go to the ancestral shrine to have a look.

I always felt that there must be some secret hidden there.

In less than half an hour, the village chief arranged everything, and all the idle people retreated aside.

Yan Qiluo slowly walked in.

The ancestral shrines of the six clans are all together, and the ancestral shrines of each ethnic group have their own characteristics.

The Han people are very recognizable, because only the Han people are Chinese characters, and other ethnic minorities have their own exclusive scripts in addition to Chinese characters.

Yan Qiluo stood at the door of the ancestral shrine, asked the bodyguards and assistants to wait outside, and slowly stepped into the gate.

This ancestral shrine has been built for nearly 400 years, which is not too far from the ancestral shrine of the Zhong family.

It's really a place where there's scientific value.

Every brick and tile here seems to be pouring out their vicissitudes of time to Yan Qiluo.

After Yan Qiluo entered, the door closed.

The yard was cleaned very clean, apparently sprinkled by someone on a regular basis.

The few trees in the yard were so thick that they needed three people to hug them.

The pool is full of clear water and the flowers are blooming.

The bridge looks relatively new, apparently new.

The ancestral hall is divided into two courtyards.

The outside yard is large and planted with quite a few ornamental plants.

The courtyard inside is much smaller, and there are countless tablets enshrined in the main house.

Only those who have made significant contributions to the family are eligible to place tablets here.

As soon as Yan Qiluo stepped into here, he always felt that weird feeling came to his face again.

Strangely, that sense of familiarity hit me again.

What the hell is going on?

Yan Qiluo didn't walk in rashly, but took three incense sticks from the table, lit them and extinguished them, bowed a few times, and inserted the incense before he began to look at the pattern of the ancestral shrine.

The building of the house is very high, more than ten meters high, giving people a feeling that it will not be oppressive at all.

On the east wall hangs the genealogy of the Han people, on which are densely written the names of countless people.

On the wall on the right are several portraits.

The portraits are clearly old, so they are sealed in a glass frame to prevent oxidation.

When Yan Qiluo found the portrait of the woman, he stared at it.

In the next second, Yan Qiluo's face changed slightly.

The woman in this portrait seems to have come to life, her eyes are moving, and her beautiful eyes are looking at herself with affection.

"Don't look her in the eye." A hand suddenly covered Yan Qiluo's eyes, and a familiar voice sounded from behind him.

In the next second, Yan Qiluo's back was already in that familiar embrace.

Wen Muyan?

Didn't he rest in his room?

How did he end up here?

Yan Qiluo suddenly broke Wen Muyan's hand away, and looked back at Wen Muyan in surprise.

Wen Muyan didn't explain why he appeared here, but just looked up at Qiang Shang's portrait and said lightly: "The person who painted this painting is a real master, if you keep staring at her eyes, you will fall into her hypnosis." ”

Hypnosis?

Yan Qiluo looked back again, and the feeling of eye waves just now was gone.

"No wonder the people of Liangshan Village are so respectful to the Zhong family to you, it seems that it is because of this painting." Wen Muyan lowered his head, his fingers gently picked up Yan Qiluo's chin, and said thoughtfully: "Qiluo, I am suddenly curious about your identity." ”

"Don't make a fuss." Yan Qiluo angrily reached out and patted Wen Muyan's fingers, lowered his voice and asked, "How did you get in?" ”

Wen Muyan smiled proudly: "Just such a yard, and you still want to stop me?" Kira, you're underestimating me, aren't you? ”

Well, this guy is not only daring, but also capable.

"Cangsheng said to me just now that the woman in this painting was when the Qing court entered the customs and established a court to suppress the resistance, and the woman in the painting promised to marry a powerful prince at that time, in exchange for the safety of the five ethnic groups." Yan Qiluo explained in a low voice: "She is Miss Zhong Family, the ancestor of the Zhong family now. ”

"Sure enough, it's a beauty." Wen Muyan laughed: "It's not uncommon for heroes to be sad about the beauty pass. ”

What a beauty it is!

Yan Qiluo was depressed in her heart.

He and Zhong Tianxiao, as well as the woman in the portrait, obviously have almost identical faces, but whether it is the woman in the portrait or Zhong Tianxiao, they are all once in a century The genius of the Zhong family.

One became a princess, and the other was a genius.

It seems that he is alone, and his mediocrity has reached the dust.

Now I envy them more and more.

A person's temperament is different, and the effect is really different.

The woman in the portrait, dressed in red, looks forward to the brilliance and looks at the world. At first glance, he is a brave and arrogant lord, and only such an unruly person can make the prince of the Qing court who fights the world on horseback fall in love with him, right?

And Zhong Tianxiao was arrogant, hollow valley and orchid, talking and laughing and scolding Fang Xuan. Smile slightly, tender like water, smile brightly. Although weak, it is a treasure in the hearts of men!

And ...... for yourself

Wen Muyan seemed to have guessed Yan Qiluo's thoughts, and said leisurely: "Don't just envy them, you're not bad." ”

Yan Qiluo looked up at Wen Muyan in surprise.

The sunlight dappled into the room, smeared, and refracted onto Wen Muyan's body, with an incomprehensible depth and unfathomability.

"Isn't your strength and stubbornness also a very beautiful temperament?" Wen Muyan smiled lightly, her slender fingers brushed Yan Qiluo's temples, and when she saw Yan Qiluo's blank little eyes, her eyes suddenly softened a lot, and she lowered her head and gently kissed Yan Qiluo's forehead: "Don't be presumptuous, you are no worse than them." ”

Yan Qiluo smiled lightly.

"Did you sneak in and find something useful for you?" When Yan Qiluo raised his head again, there was already a trace of cunning in his eyes.

"Naughty." Wen Muyan stretched out his hand and gently scratched the tip of Yan Qiluo's nose, but he didn't avoid this question, and said: "The Zhong family does have a very strange connection with this Liangshan Village, but I still haven't found this connection. Back then, why did the Zhong family sacrifice their daughter to keep the villagers of Liangshan Village? It's incomprehensible! ”

yes, it's really puzzling.

If Liangshan Village has no connection with the Zhong family, it will not be believed if it is killed.

The ancestral shrine enshrines the portraits of the ancestors of the Zhong family, and it is called hell if there is no connection!

Yan Qiluo said softly: "The history of the Zhong family is more than 470 years, and the history of Liangshan Village is also about 370 years. There is a 100-year difference between the two, do you think there will be any overlap in time? ”

"It's hard to say." Wen Muyan pondered for a moment, his eyes flashed slightly, and the corners of his eyes jumped slightly.

"Did you go to other ancestral shrines" Yan Qiluo's sentence was very certain, and it was completely an affirmative sentence, not a question sentence.

Wen Muyan nodded.

"Huh? Did you really go? Yan Qiluo's eyes widened, no wonder Wen Muyan had never seen anyone except for dinner today!

The feeling is that the six ancestral shrines have been watched one by one!

"The other ancestral shrines are basically the same. But...... There is such a portrait hanging in the six ancestral shrines, which is indeed a bit weird! Wen Muyan said leisurely: "What is the identity of this woman?" It seems that I have to go back to the Zhong family to ask my godfather and godmother. ”