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"Are the items ready?" Yang Zixuan saw that the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and indicated for everyone to enter the temple before saying anything.

Xiao Tong quickly replied: "I've already prepared all of them. I even gave some silver to the monks, and they agreed to give us the old lady's forty-nine days of dipping."

The old lady that Xiao Tong had mentioned was Yang Zixuan's mother. The two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding to avoid the term "aunt".

Mu Rousang tugged his sleeves, and asked softly: "Let's go pay respects to mother first? And then come back to the temple and burn incense, okay? "

Her intention was to respect him, to value his mother, and not to slack off even a little because of her identity as his mother!

"Alright!" He did not hesitate to reply, but the corners of his eyes were thick with happiness.

"Xiao Tong, go and tell the master, I have to trouble him to wait for a moment longer. Your Young Mistress would like to first go and worship him, then come to the temple and donate some money."

Xiao Tong immediately agreed and quickly went back to do this. Towards Mu Rousang's suggestion, he was not surprised at all. He extended his hand to quietly wipe the tears at the corner of his eyes.

Mu Rousang passed through a field of vigorous pine and cypress, followed the winding stone steps upwards, and finally arrived at the ancestral grave of the Yang Family after passing through a few memorial archways. Mu Rousang looked at these large tombs, and apart from sighing at the Yang Family's background, there was also an infinite sadness and desolation, and behind this scenery, countless shameful matters were buried underground.

"Let's go, husband. We have to bring him to mother's grave!" Mu Rousang reached out and took the initiative to hold his arm, as she only wanted to loosen the corners of his eyes.

"Go west!" Yang Zixuan stopped Mu Rousang from entering the grave.

"Hmm?" She looked up at him quizzically.

He pointed to the west. "Over there."

There were many graves in the west side too. Mu Rousang took a deep breath and laughed: "Let's go!" Crystal drops of water dripped from her red, frozen nose.

Yang Zixuan took both his hands out from his sleeves and placed them on top of his mouth. He covered her face and said: "It's freezing cold.

"En, it's so warm!" She smiled happily.

Yang Zixuan held Mu Rousang's little hand and walked westward for an unknown amount of time. Finally, when Mu Rousang thought that she had met a Wall-Hitting Ghost, he opened her mouth and carried a small path that was submerged in a pile of dead branches and snow: "From here, there is a small flat land below, my mother …"

He took a deep breath and said, "My mother was buried there."

Mu Rousang looked up. White snow was pressing down on the pine trees, but it was difficult to find the grave.

Yang Zixuan strongly gripped her small hand: "Follow me!"

Yang Zixuan, no, what they had done now was to blame the Madam Hou. That innocent woman, that woman who doted on her son and gave her husband to the heavens, was currently lying all alone in the ice-cold underground.

After walking through the small path, it could even be seen that this path had been cultivated recently. Mu Rousang's heart tensed up, it must be Yang Zixuan.

Even with the Silver Fox cloak around his body, he still felt a bone-piercing coldness, because this place was simply too desolate.

Compared to the luxurious cemetery above, this cemetery is only two or three small pieces of soil. One could vaguely see them, and under the heavy snow, there were bent leaves and twigs …

Among these, there was a newly repaired stone grave, and only this small grave was still in good condition. When he walked to the grave, he saw the words written on the tablet before the grave: Liu Huiniang's Tomb. On the side of the grave is written Yang Zixuan's name and the date of repair.

The cold wind blew, and Yang Zixuan held onto her as he stood in front of the tombstone. Mu Rousang stood obediently by his side, not disturbing him at all.

It was only until she was shocked by the cold that Yang Zixuan woke up. Looking at the gray sky, he said vexedly: "Today, I brought my wife here to pay my respects to my mother.

Mu Rousang shook her head lightly and comforted him: "Today, the reason that you and I, husband and wife, have come is to offer tea to Grandma."

She stretched out her small hand to gently wipe away the snow on the tombstone's head, placing the small basket she was carrying in front of the grave. She turned to him and smiled, "Zixuan, do you think Grandma likes me?"

Yang Zixuan's heart had almost melted because of her. As he bent over and took out some candles, paper, and money from the basket, he responded, "My mother will definitely be happy. She might even think of when I can bring her obedient little golden grandson over for a look."

After his mother married into the house of the Marquis, she did not have a day of happiness. In the end, she even lost her life because she wanted to protect him.

"Spring Dye, tea!" Mu Rousang turned to cover for him, she did not want lass to see the man cry, to prevent him from losing face.

Chun Yan, Chun Yi and the rest immediately took out hot tea and snacks from their boxes. Chun Feng walked out from behind and took out two beautiful ladies and prepared to place them in front of the monument. Mu Rousang extended his hand out to her and said: "Give it to me!"

She was considerate enough to block it for Yang Zixuan, afraid that others would see his reddened eyes.

After receiving the golden silk ball from Chun Feng and placing it in the snow in front of the monument, Yang Zixuan supported her and knelt down towards the tombstone together. He placed the tea and snacks in front of the monument and lit a stick of incense to stick it in.

"Ya!" The spring wind couldn't help but cry out, and the dark gray dust began to swirl around the grave in spirals and then fall down again.

Mu Rousang sighed in her heart, obediently kneeling in front of the tombstone, and took up the teacup and raised it respectfully. She looked at Yang Zixuan, and saw that he had also picked up the teacup.

Three cups of green tea, one stick of incense, worshiping his mother.

"Grandma, don't worry. Your daughter-in-law will take good care of Zixuan in the future. Please don't worry about me in the underworld!" He respectfully kowtowed three times.

Yang Zixuan also kowtowed, he first stood up, then pulled her up, looking at her deeply, he said: "Today in front of mother's grave, I vow, that I will never betray you!"

Mu Rousang laughed, her smile was like a blooming flower, obtaining this husband, what else could a woman ask for?

She turned her head to look at Liu Huiniang's tombstone and thought to herself: Madame Loyal Marquis, you have to spit out everything that you have to vomit. Return everything that you have to return! She, Mu Rousang would never allow anyone to scheme against Yang Zixuan, not even his own father!

A pair of starry eyes sparkled as their gazes swept across a few nameless graves in the distance. They then said, "Zi Xuan, you've arrived. Let's go burn some paper money for our elders."

After Yang Zixuan sighed, he then said: "Among the elders, there are a few who have given birth to concubines, and have long been married to others, and are probably long dead, so where would anyone come to pick up the graves? The other few are the bastard son s, only that they have given birth to a few years ago … They'll all be like my uncle. "

Mu Rousang took a deep breath and comforted him: "It's rare to have a few elders and grandma as companions, as juniors, we should just respect them a little."

"Mother will definitely be happy for me to marry you." He reached out his hand and guided her carefully through the graveyard, sweeping over all the unknown elders.

When the two of them finished working, it was almost noon, so Yang Zixuan took her to the temple to donate some money, and then to the ancestral tablets to burn some incense. Only then did he bring her and the servants to the foot of the mountain.

smiled as he pulled her into his embrace, and then put her hands under his arms to keep her warm. He asked: "Have you frozen over!"

"I'm really hungry!" Mu Rousang replied with a red face.

Yang Zixuan reached out and patted her shoulder, and then called for Spring Festival to bring the pyrethrum outside to add more charcoal, before burning it again and bringing it in.

Only then did he say, "Chunyi, call the coachman and head to the village."

Chun Yi couldn't help but laugh out loud. Mu Rousang glared at her with her red face, her small hands secretly reaching towards Yang Zixuan's waist, wanting to pinch him. Uh, she turned her head and asked: "How many layers of clothes are you wearing?"

Yang Zixuan took her small hands in pain and placed them next to his mouth, letting out two breath of hot air. "My hands are sore from pinching them, I came to pinch your hands, I didn't cover you with this!"

Mu Rousang rolled her eyes at him. The two of them were too tired of being together and had already fled to their carriage.

"Last year! That is, after getting hit by the flower scout, you'll end up with such a small manor, next to the one your father gave you, separated only by a one zhang wide ditch in the middle of it. "

"Really? Have you already planned this beforehand? " Mu Rousang blinked a pair of watery eye.

Yang Zixuan hugged her dotingly, and then kicked the pyrethrum to the side, afraid that he would smother her, and said: "Father had said a long time ago that he would give us that small manor. I thought that although it is small, it is very convenient to return from the suburbs, so I thought of a way to buy the one beside it.

In other words, this Tian Tian was an old imperial calendar. No one would say that the Emperor bestowed it upon them that they were unable to sell it.

"Then our family is willing to sell?" Mu Rousang was puzzled.

"Why don't you take a look at who your husband is? In addition to the fact that his family is in decline, it would be better to sell these hundred acres of land to earn more silver." Yang Zixuan did not mind, as there were many things about the capital.

Mu Rousang was elated upon hearing this, she then said: "If we are close, we can usually come and stay when we have free time, but I wonder if mother will agree to that?"

Yang Zixuan said disdainfully: "At that time, just tell her that you went to father's villa, and she will not say much. It's not like you're some proper daughter-in-law, she usually loves his reputation, so he will definitely not stop you."

Mu Rousang was elated upon hearing this, she then discussed with him about the southern side of the cabbage, "Once Gui Ning returns, I will send the Wangfu-Tzu to the south. I will use the secret formula for the mixing ingredients alone, there is absolutely no reason for anyone to learn it, I can only rely on my hard work."