Murong Xue smiled, the ancestral halls of other people's houses are solemn and solemn, but they are far inferior to the dignity and grandeur of Xiaoyao Wang's Mansion, this is not an ancestral hall, it is clearly a palace.
What's more, other people's families always write the family heads of the past dynasties at the top of the genealogy. The Xiaoyao Wangfu is actually carved on the wall, and it is also rich in pictures and texts. As long as the descendants of the descendants have seen these reliefs, they will remember the past dynasties of the Wangfu in their hearts. different...
Looking at her crooked smiling eyes, Ouyang Shaochen flashed a smile: "What did you see, so happy?"
"It's nothing...it's nothing..." Murong Xue suddenly came back to her senses, blinking her eyes unnaturally: "That...the past generations of Xiaoyao princesses, did they leave any images?"
"Naturally left." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, walked to the altar, opened the hidden compartment, and took out a picture album. The picture album is about 60 cm long and 30 cm wide. It is bound by pages of paper Each page has a picture of a young girl playing a fan, fluttering butterflies, playing the zither, or picking flowers. The shapes and appearances of the women are different, but without exception, they are all beautiful women. Beside the portraits of the women, write The names of the women, as well as their dates of birth and death.
Murong Xue secretly admired, no wonder Ouyang Shaochen is so handsome, so there are so many elders with excellent genes!
Glancing at Ouyang Shaochen, Murong Xue joked with a smile: "The prince will be the Happy King in the future. After a hundred years, the image of the prince will be engraved here, and passed down to future generations with the elders. It's really enviable..."
"If you become my princess, after a hundred years, your image will remain in this album, and will be handed down to future generations with the princesses of the past..." Ouyang Shaochen looked at Murongxue, his obsidian-like pupils gleamed with rare love. dignified.
Murong Xue: "..."
She was obviously talking about Ouyang Shaochen, why did it suddenly involve her...
"That... let's offer incense sticks to the elders of Shizi." Murong Xue blinked unnaturally, and walked slowly towards the altar in the middle of the room, her bright little face flushed slightly.
A smile flashed across Ouyang Shaochen's eyes: "Okay!"
Shi Shiran walked to the altar, he lit six sticks of incense, took three sticks himself, handed the three sticks to Murong Xue, bowed to the ancestral tablet together, inserted the incense into the incense burner, and the faint sandalwood fragrance It diffuses in the room, making people feel extraordinarily peaceful.
Ouyang Shaochen's long and slender jade hand pressed somewhere, and a sandalwood box popped out. He opened the box and took out a crystal white jade bracelet, which was so clear that there was no trace of impurities, and it radiated light in the room...
Ouyang Shaochen took Murong Xue's little hand, took the jade bracelet and pulled it on...
"What are you doing?" Murong Xue looked at him puzzled.
"Every woman who enters the ancestral hall will get such a jade bracelet, which can be regarded as a meeting gift from the elders!" Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, and put the jade bracelet on her left wrist.
"Really?" Murong Xue was dubious.
"Of course it's true, what did I lie to you for!" Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, without changing expression or beating heart.
The jade bracelet is cool and refreshing, making Murong Xue's complexion fairer and more delicate...
The family's ancestral hall basically does not allow outsiders to enter at will. In the ancestral hall of Xiaoyao Wangfu, there is actually a meeting ceremony for a strange woman, which sounds a bit wrong...
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows lightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a line of small characters engraved on the bottom of the sandalwood box. She reached out and picked up the box curiously: "What did you write?"
Ouyang Shaochen's eyes were fixed, and he was about to take back the box, but saw that Murong Xue had already lifted the sandalwood box in front of him, seeing the row of small characters clearly, her bright face instantly darkened, her cold eyes were like sharp arrows, He shot at Ouyang Shaochen fiercely.
"Ouyang Shaochen, you lied to me!" Murong Xue yelled angrily, rushed forward viciously, waved her arms, and beat him hard.
The small sandalwood box got out of his hand, and fell on the table with a click. On the bottom of the sandalwood box, there was a clear engraving: Princess Xiaoyao inherits the jade bracelet!
There were dull pains in his arms and chest, Ouyang Shaochen didn't take it seriously, he stood quietly and let her beat him, a little helplessness flashed in his obsidian pupils: he was exposed so quickly...
Seeing her slender arm, Ouyang Shaochen's eyes sank, and he reached out and grabbed her wrist: "You have a wound on your left arm, if you hit it again, the wound will burst..."
"Why are you lying to me?" Murong Xue thumped him a few more times, her beautiful eyes were burning with rage: That jade bracelet, what kind of meeting gift was given to the girl by the elders, it was clearly given to Princess Xiaoyao by the Xiaoyao Palace The congratulatory gift represents the unique identity and status in the Xiaoyao Palace, and only the concubines of Xiaoyao in the past are eligible to wear it...
"Because I want you to be my concubine Xiaoyao." Ouyang Shaochen paused every word, her figure clearly reflected in the obsidian pupils...
Murong Xue didn't expect to hear this kind of answer, so she couldn't help being startled: She really likes Ouyang Shaochen, and she doesn't reject his closeness, but she really hasn't considered marrying him as a concubine, hmmmm , Just like in modern times, they are still in the stage of dating, talking about marriage or something, it's too early: "I still need to think carefully!"
"Okay, there are still several months before you reach Jiji, you can think about it slowly..." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, and kissed her lips like a dragonfly.
The moist touch came from her lips, and Murong Xue blinked unnaturally: "Then take this jade bracelet back first, I have nothing to do with Xiaoyao Wangfu now, it's not appropriate to wear it..."
Murong Xue grabbed the jade bracelet and took it off, thinking that the jade bracelet seemed to be getting smaller, no matter how hard she took it off, she couldn't take it off...
"What's going on?" Murong Xue frowned puzzled, and wrapped the silk handkerchief around the inside of the jade bracelet, trying to take advantage of the silkiness of the silk handkerchief to take off the jade bracelet, but no, the jade bracelet fell off her wrist bone At the top, it didn't move at all, she tried hard to pick it off, hard to pick it off, the jade bracelet was so tight that her skin turned red, but she couldn't take it off...
"How could this happen?" Murong Xue frowned tightly, and stretched out her hand in front of Ouyang Shaochen: "Pick it off for me."
"This jade bracelet cannot be taken off." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, and put the jade bracelet back on Murong Xue's wrist, took out the silk handkerchief from the jade bracelet, and gently massaged her red skin...
Murong Xue's eyes froze: "What do you mean?"
Ouyang Shaochen said lightly: "The meaning is that this jade bracelet is the symbol of Princess Xiaoyao. Once worn, it will follow that woman for the rest of her life. When a woman lives, the jade bracelet is as full as the moon. When the woman passes away, it will become The bleakness has nothing to do with it, as the woman is buried in the coffin... "