Although Mr. Song took back the jade ring given by the emperor, he felt guilty and did not dare to go to Song Ci for two consecutive days. It was not until the end of the year when the ancestral temple was opened for sacrifice, and he appeared in Song Ci's eyes.

Song Ci glanced at him and snorted.

Old Master Song: “…”

A good man doesn’t fight with a woman, I’ll tolerate her!

During the year of sacrifice, all the Song family members were dressed neatly, from old to young, standing neatly in the courtyard of the Song family's ancestral hall, with Song Zhiyuan presided over the worship.

The ancestral temple is open, and there are long altars in the middle of the courtyard. The sacrificial objects are all available: various seasonal fruits and eight-color pastries, boiled white meat, whole chickens and ducks, and top sandalwood candles.

Still like in previous years, I will open my remarks, worship heaven and earth, worship ancestors, and hope for a bumper harvest in the coming year, good weather, and prosperity for the family and house, kneel three times and kowtow nine times.

But this year is different from previous years. New people have been added to the genealogy, and then two new rules have been added to it and read them to the family.

As soon as the new family rules were put on, Old Master Song almost jumped up. Why didn't he know this at all? He wanted to ask, but when he saw the eldest son's gaze, his neck immediately shrank and closed his eyes.

Pretend to die!

Anyway, he is at his age, and it is useless to take a concubine without a child at forty. Besides, he can't take it anymore. The old woman is so cautious that she even acted as his spy. Another spy is another spy. Nothing is worth it.

I was just stunned, how could I add such a piece? Isn’t it hard for the children to only guard one in the future?

Song Zhiqing's face turned purple and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to drill it. Her intuition told him that this was the reason why he caused this to add something.

The boss was slapping him in the face silently.

Very poisonous.

Even the Lu family, who was standing beside him, felt embarrassed. The entire Song family had concubines in this room, and no matter how they looked, they were jokes.

But the woman who practiced martial arts at the age of seven made everyone stunned. Why did she need a woman to practice martial arts? Until Song Zhiyuan said what Song Ci said, the women were silent.

She would rather endure hardships at a young age than lose her life when she grows up. Women who practice martial arts are more resilient and deserve it.

The new family rules were filled in and put into the ancestral hall again together with the genealogy. The males entered the ancestral hall to worship, while the woman waited in the yard.

As the wife of the Imperial Palace, Song Ci could enter the ancestral hall, but he saw that there were only two tablets on the shelf made of Xiangchangmu, namely Mr. Song’s parents.

I believe that in ten years, there will be another tablet of Song Ci on it?

Song Ci looked at the two tablets, a little dazed and a little panicked, but as the candlelight swayed slightly, her god returned to the clarity.

Amitabha, the ancestors of the Song family, you really want to bless this family to be safe and safe, to make big things less, to make small things less, to make small people prosperous, and to make your offerings continue.

A breeze blew, with a slight whine.

Song Ci immediately calmed down his energy and focused his mind, his face full of solemnity.

With Song Zhiyuan's initiation and brainwashing of men with poisonous chicken soup, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the family. For the sake of the family, they must unite and support the family. The cumbersome sacrifices are the end.
Chapter completed!