Su Yin calculated hard, for this sentence, how unwilling she was!

She didn't think about it, she looked at Rong Lin with a smile, pulled his sleeve, snuggled in his arms, and said softly: "For the husband, Ah Zhen is willing to do anything." ”

Her eyes were full of gentleness and pettiness, and she looked at Rong Lin wholeheartedly, her eyes were so gentle that Rong Lin almost drowned in them.

Rong Hua died with hatred, as his wife, how could she let those who killed him live more and more with impunity!

Su Yin slowly lowered her eyes and smiled coldly where Rong Lin couldn't see.

Rong Lin succeeded to the throne as the young master of the Rong family, but she is looking forward to it!

With Su Yin's consent, Rong Lin swept away the haze of the previous few days, and there was no trace of depression in his heart, he looked at Su Yin with a smile, and said very gently: "Thank you Ah Zhen!"

As he spoke, he slowly pushed Su Yin away, got up slowly, looked at Su Yin and said, "The master still has something to do, I'll come to see you later." ”

Under Rong Lin's gaze, Su Yin slowly got up, her eyes were full of reluctance, she looked at Rong Lin stupidly, nodded lightly, and whispered, "Okay." ”

Rong Lin glanced at her deeply, with a smile in her eyes, and a lot of reluctance, and turned to leave.

As soon as Rong Lin left, Su Yin, accompanied by her maidservant, walked slowly towards the room.

Rong Lin is gone, since he has made up his mind to let her play a song for him at the ceremony, he naturally needs a lot of arrangements, and he can't let others know that the sound killing is from her woman's hand, so where will his face go.

And she also needs to arrange it and give him and Rong Mo a big gift.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the day when Rong Lin succeeds to the young master of the Rong family.

The sky had just dawned, and there was still a hint of haze, so Rong Lin sent someone to take Su Yin to the Rong family's temple, and sent it in without a trace before everyone else.

The room was prepared with a harp and incense burned.

For hundreds of years, the Rong family has allowed the passage of time, never seen a trace of decay, but has become more and more prosperous, almost contrary to the way of prosperity and ups and downs in this world, there are rich and hundreds of years of cultural heritage, the temple of the Rong family is very atmospheric, covering an area of hundreds of acres, pavilions, pavilions, steps winding, it is not inferior to the old house of the Rong family, and even more magnificent than the old house of the Rong family.

Rong Lin arranged Su Yin on hundreds of steps, the ancestral hall dedicated to the ancestors of the Rong family, in a small room inside, although the room is small, but there is a big window, today's succession ceremony is held here, Rong Lin will arrange Su Yin here, the sound of the piano can be transmitted unaffected, not too far away from Rong Lin, then she will attract a hundred birds and a phoenix, such a grand occasion, it will fall perfectly on Rong Lin.

Everyone will think that the sound killing is played by Rong Lin, which is perfect.

Today, Rong Lin will succeed as the new young master of the Rong clan, which is a big event for the Rong clan and even the entire Qingchuan.

Outside the temple of the Rong clan, it was full of people early, and it was full of heads at a glance.

The temple has been arranged as early as a few days ago, the red carpet is paved, the flags are fluttering, every corner is cleaned clean, tens of thousands of guards holding long swords surrounded the temple without leakage, and the cold air is pressing under the shadow of the sword.

Worshipping the temple and reporting to the ancestors is not allowed to have female dependents present.

In the midst of the drums, Rong Mo led the one hundred and eighty-six clan heirs of the Rong clan to come slowly.

They were all dressed in jet-black robes, according to their seniority, neat and orderly, Rong Mo in front, Rong Lin on the left, Rong Yun on the right, and the next were the ten elders of the House of Elders.

Since he has come to the temple, he naturally wants to sacrifice first to show his filial piety.

In front of the temple, the table was already full of sacrificial things, and all the Rong disciples held three incense sticks in their hands, and bowed down under the leadership of Rong Mo.

After three prostrations, everyone slowly got up.

After the sacrifice, Rong Mo looked sad, stepped forward a few steps, knelt in front of the tablet of the ancestor of the Rong family, and cried bitterly, his voice was high enough for everyone present to hear it clearly: "Ancestors, Rong Mo is guilty!"

All the Rong disciples present knelt down behind Rong Mo.

The clansmen of the Rong family, as well as many famous families in Qingchuan, were all under hundreds of steps, watching this scene intently.

Rong Mo cried with grief, he couldn't kneel, and said with blood and tears: "One of his crimes, as the patriarch of the Rong clan, he didn't protect my Rong clan's young master Rong Hua, so that he was buried in the Yangtze River, sad!

His voice was drifting in the wind, stirring up echoes.

"The second sin is that I failed to fulfill the last wish of my Rong ancestor, and made my Rong clan glorify the lintel, this is Rong Mo's sin!

He couldn't afford it, and the Rong disciples behind him naturally didn't dare to get up.

At that moment, the Great Elder Rong Zheng slowly got up, he stepped forward a few steps, looked at the tablets of the ancestors of the Rong family, and arched his hand and said: "The ancestors are above, Rong Hua's death is really fate!

As he spoke, the Great Elder Rong Zheng got up and walked up to Rong Mo, and said with his crossed hands: "The patriarch has worked hard for my Rong clan for decades, and there is hard work without merit, and I ask the patriarch to get up." ”

"Ask the patriarch to get up. As soon as Rong Zheng's voice fell, hundreds of Rong disciples behind Rong Mo all spoke up, and the voice was so high that the ground shook slightly.

Rong Mo glanced up at Rong Zheng, wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve, and arched his hand and said, "Rong Mo is worthy of the ancestors!"

But with Rong Zheng's support, he slowly got up.

Rong Yun stood behind Rong Mo and glanced at him without a trace, his eyes full of sarcasm.

Rong Zheng, the old man, and Rong Mo sang in harmony, and the acting was good!

If the ancestors of the Rong clan had spirits in the sky, they would have come out to give them a few big mouths a long time ago.

It is clear that they deliberately harmed Rong Hua, and they also said that they were magnificent, they were really shameless and shameless.

"Bang......" As soon as Rong Mo's voice fell, a loud noise came from the temple.

Everyone present looked up at the temple.

Rong Mo's face darkened, frowned and said in a deep voice, "Let's see what's going on?"

Rong Zheng glanced up at Rong Mo and strode towards the temple.

After a moment, Rong Zheng walked over from the temple with a puzzled face, Rong Mo and Rong Zheng quickly glanced at each other, and under Rong Mo's gaze, Rong Zheng arched his hand and said: "Tell the patriarch, it is the tablet of the ancestors of my Rong clan, and I don't know why, they all fell down in an instant." ”

It's so weird!

The rest of this sentence Rong Zheng didn't say, it was a matter of the overall situation, and he couldn't demagogue.

As soon as his voice fell, everyone present couldn't help but be surprised.

The tablets of the ancestors of the Rong clan all fell in an instant, but the ancestors appeared?

Everyone was staring at Rong Mo.

In the line of sight, Rong Mo's face changed, his eyes froze, and he said in a deep voice: "Let people hold up the tablets of your ancestors." ”

That's all it can be now.

Rong Lin's face sank, and he looked at the inside of the temple with cold eyes, and he was also very puzzled in his heart.

Could it be that it was just an accident?

"No. As soon as Rong Mo's voice fell, dozens of guards stepped forward and carefully lifted up the fallen tablet.

Rong Yun stood there quietly, his eyes were full of schadenfreude smiles, could it be that the ancestors had really appeared!

The fallen tablet was quickly propped up.

Everything is back to business as usual.

Rong Mo had a string in his heart, and he just wanted to end it quickly.

Only when Ah Lin succeeds to the throne as the young master of the Rong clan can he feel at ease.

Rong Mo and Rong Zheng glanced at each other quickly, bowing slightly, obviously the two had reached an agreement.

Under everyone's gaze, Rong Zheng swept over everyone present one by one, and said loudly: "Come here today, one is to sacrifice the ancestors of my Rong clan, and the other is to sue the ancestors and elect the new young master of my Rong clan." ”

As soon as his voice fell, all eyes fell on Rong Lin, and said that the election of the new young master of the Rong family was actually the new young master of the Rong family, which had already been decided.

Rong Hua was elected, but Rong Lin was predetermined.

None of the Rong disciples present knew about it, but Rong Mo was so powerful that no one dared to speak.

Many of them are actually looking forward to Rong Hua's succession as the patriarch, for so many years, Rong Mo has cultivated his own power, won over several elders of the House of Elders, and deliberately suppressed other Rong clan disciples, they dare not speak out.

is Rong Hua's death, and many people are also suspicious.

As soon as Rong Hua died, Rong Mo couldn't wait for Rong Lin to succeed him as the new young master of the Rong family, which was really ugly.

Rong Zheng looked at Rong Lin and smiled faintly, and said loudly: "I, Rong Lin, the eighth generation descendant of the Rong family, are talented, have both ability and political integrity, and are resourceful, and can be up to the task!"

Rong Mo looked at Rong Lin with a relieved expression.

As soon as Rong Zheng's voice fell, the other nine elders all stood up, and several people faced all the children of the Rong clan, and arched their hands and said: "Rong Lin, the eighth generation of the Rong clan, is talented, has both ability and political integrity, is resourceful, and can be up to the task, please Rong Lin succeed him as the new young master of my Rong clan." ”

Everyone looked at Rong Lin without saying a word.

Rong Lin stood up slowly, flicked his sleeves, bowed to several elders, and said word by word: "Rong Lin is not talented, but I am willing to die for my Rong clan." ”

As he spoke, Rong Lin knelt down heavily with his robe, and said solemnly to the tablets of the ancestors of the Rong clan: "Please rest assured that the ancestors will fulfill their duties and glorify the lintel of my Rong clan." ”

All the elders smiled with relief and glanced up at Rong Mo.

Rong Zheng took a step forward, looked at Rong Lin with a smile, and was just about to help him up, when there was another loud noise in the temple.

The sound of "bang ......" made everyone look towards the inside of the temple.

Rong Mo's face sank, and before he could speak, a guard stepped forward a few steps, and said with his crossed hands: "I don't know why, the tablets of the ancestors of the Rong clan have all fallen down in an instant. ”