Chapter 365：

He took a sharp breath and said, "My mother is buried there."

Mu Rouzang looked up and saw that Bai Xue pressed the pine, but it was difficult to find his head.

Yang Zixuan shook her little hand firmly: "Follow me!"

Mu Rou Sang can feel the badness in his tone. Yang Zixuan, no, they have a dead grudge with Mrs. Hou in this room, the innocent woman, the woman who loves her son and treats her husband as heaven. Lying alone in the cold ground ...

You can even see that this trail has been repaired in recent years. The heart of Mu Rouzang followed closely. This must be Yang Zixuan.

Even though the silver fox cape was added, it still felt cold, because it was too desolate here.

Compared with the expensive burial cemetery above, this cemetery is just three or two small adobes, which can be seen vaguely, the dead branches and leaves that have been bent under the heavy snow ...

Among these three or two small adobes, there is a newly renovated stone tomb. Only this small tomb is still intact. When I walk to the tomb, I see the inscription on the tomb: Liu Huiniang's tomb. Name and date of repair.

The cold wind whispered, Yang Zixuan took her to stand in front of the tombstone, and Mu Rouzang stood side by side, without disturbing him.

It was n’t until she was so cold that she woke up, and Yang Zixuan was awakened. She looked at the grey sky and said with annoyance, "Today I brought my mother to worship my mother. . "

Mu Rouzang shook his head gently, comforting him: "Today you and my husband and wife come to worship mother-in-law."

She reached out her hand and gently stroked Bai Xue from the monument. She put the small basket in front of the tomb and turned to smile at him: "Zixuan, do you like my mother-in-law?"

Yang Zixuan's heart was almost melted by her, and she bent down and took out the incense paper money from the basket, while responding: "My mother must be happy, maybe I will also think, when can I bring her obedient little golden grandson to see Look."

Speaking of a sore nose here, tears were pouring from the bottom of his heart sour that his tears could not stop. Since his mother married Hou Fu, he has not had a day of wishing his heart. Finally, he was hesitated because he wanted to protect him. Killed him.

"Chunran, tea!" Mu Rou Sanglue turned to cover him, in the end did not want to let the girls see the boy cry, lest his face disappear.

Chunran and Chunyi waited for the hot tea snacks to be taken out of the carrying food box. Spring breeze came out from behind and took two brocade groups to put in front of the monument. Mu Rouzang reached out to her and said: "And give Me! "

She thoughtfully blocked it for Yang Zixuan, for fear of seeing his red eyes.

He took Jin Tuan from the wind and placed it in the snow in front of the monument. Yang Zixuan helped her kneel down towards the tombstone, placed tea and snacks in front of the monument, and ordered a stick of incense to insert it. The two quietly Kneeling there, the paper money was burning in the large tile pot in front, and the black and gray shavings floated in the wind, like a black butterfly dancing around the snow-covered stone tomb.

"Yeah!" Spring breeze can't help but scream, those dark gray dust are swirling gently on the head of the grave, and then fall gently.

Mu Roulang sighed, kneeling obediently in front of the tombstone, held up the tea cup and held it up respectfully, glanced at Yang Zixuan, and saw that he also picked up the tea cup, only chuckled: "Mother-in-law, please drink tea!"

Three cups of tea, a pillar of incense, worshipped the mother-in-law.

"Mother-in-law, please rest assured that your daughter-in-law will take good care of Zi Xuan in the future. Please don't worry about your mother-in-law underground!" Respectfully sang three sounds.

Yang Zixuan also scratched her head, stood up first, and helped her up again, staring at her affectionately, saying, "Today, I swear in front of my mother's tomb, and I will live up to her in this life!"

Mu Rou Sang smiled, and smiled like a flower, so what could Fu Fu ask for?

She turned to look at Liu Huiniang's tombstone, and meditated in her heart: Mrs. Zhongyihou, you should spit it all out, you should return it all! She, Mu Rou Sang will never allow anyone to design and frame Yang Zixuan, even his dad!

A pair of star eyes twinkled, and then glanced at several unknown cemeteries in the distance, and then said: "Zixuan, now that we are here, let's also burn some paper money for these elders."

After Yang Zixuan sighed, he just said, "Some of these elders, who have given birth to their niece, have already married her far away. Now I'm afraid that they have already passed away. Where else would anyone come to pay attention to this graveyard? You have a bitch, but ... it's just like my uncle. "

Mu Rouzang sucked his nose and comforted him: "It's rare that there are several elders and mother-in-law as companions, so we will be more respectful as juniors."

"Mother will be glad that I will marry you as a wife." He reached out and held her carefully and walked in the graveyard, offering sacrifices to unknown elders.

After the two were busy, it was almost noon. Yang Zixuan took her to the temple to donate some sesame oil, and went to the ancestral pavilion to get incense. This brought her and the servants to the mountain again. Hungry silently followed him, guessing in his heart that he was still uncomfortable, so much that he did not want to stay for a while and used Zhaifan.

When she got to the car, her stomach screamed in disappointment, Yang Zixuan smiled, reached out and took her into her arms, and put her hand under her armpit to warm her, and asked, "But it's frozen!"

"It's hungry!" Mu Rouzang answered with a red face.

Yang Zixuan reached out and patted her little shoulder, and called Chunyi to come and add the new carbon to the brazier inside the car, and then brought it in vigorously.

That ’s why he said: “It ’s spring, and I ’ll ask the groom to rush to Sanzhuang.”

Chunyi didn't hold back a laugh, Mu Rou Sang Tong stared at her with a red face, her hands sneaked up to Yang Zixuan's waist to pinch him hard, er, she turned and asked: "How many layers did you wear? clothes?"

Yang Zixuan took her distressed hand, put a sigh of warmth into her mouth, and asked, "But I feel sore, let me pinch the back of my husband's hand. There is no cloth on it!"

Mu Rouzang rolled his eyes at him, and Chunyi couldn't stand the tired and crooked two, and had already fled to Chunran's carriage.

"Last year! It was the time of visiting the flowers, and then I set up such a small village, next to the place your father gave you, and there was only a small ditch about one foot wide in the middle."

"Really? Did you have a plan?" Mu Rouzang blinked a pair of water eyes.

Yang Zixuan coerced her lovingly and kicked the brazier aside, fearing to smoke her, so he said, "My father said long ago that he would give us the small Zhuangzi. I thought that the Zhuangzi was small, but In the suburbs, it was very convenient to come back, so I thought I bought the one next to me. I heard that it was given by the first emperor. "

In other words, this field is the old emperor calendar, and no one would say that the emperor could not buy or sell.

"The family is willing to sell?" Mu Rouzang was puzzled.

"You don't have to see who your husband is. In addition, the family has fallen, and if you keep this hundred acres of land, you might as well sell it for a little longer, you can set up more fields and earn more silver." Yang Zixuan I don't disagree, I don't know how many of these things are in Beijing.

Mu Rouzang rejoiced after hearing the words, and then said, "If you are close, you usually have time to stay and you can come and stay, just don't know if your mother will agree?"

Yang Zixuan said disdainfully: "When you arrive, just return to Zhuangzi, who she said was from her father, and she won't say much. You are not her serious daughter-in-law. She is used to being a face-saving person, and she will certainly not block more. "

Mu Rouzang listened to his heart, and discussed with him about the Chinese cabbage on the south side: "After Guining returns, I will send Uncle Wang Cai to the south. The ingredients are my own secret. The reason people learn is that they can only rely on me to work harder. "

"Grandpa Zhao is on the south. Uncle Wangcai is afraid that he wants to go back to his hometown to celebrate the New Year, and you are just setting his heart on it. Madam, don't be too tired, but you're hurting in your heart!" Now, this face is also thickened a lot.

Mu Rou Sang Jiao gave him a glance before he laughed: "It's just a matter of Chinese cabbage, can't you let the government know?"

"Well, they don't know about it. In the future, they can only stay in the room to discuss it. Wan Mo wants to tell her to listen to it, and it's out of order to avoid trouble. It's just your hundred-year-old tree. Wooden furniture is enough to make them hot. "

Yang Zixuan pinched her little nose with affection, proud of her heart: this is probably the husband and wife singing!

"I was born to make them jealous. Why? If they have the ability, they can find a set of furniture. Without that ability, they can only stare at the young grandma." Mu Rouzang responded arrogantly.

"But you didn't see it that day, alas, my mother's face was really good-looking. The plates and plates in her house were all changed, and all of them were broken earlier!"

"Sangzhuang? Where? When did you add it? How did you get such a name?"

Mu Rou Sang pouted his head and smiled, and said, "I said that you have raised your eyebrows and exhaled in the past few days. It turned out to be your mind!"

Yang Zixuan bowed her head and secretly kissed her. If she came to Mu Rouzang for a while, she just said, "Thanks to the lady! Unfortunately, I can't bring the lady back to the south to sacrifice sweeps next spring."

"Intention!" Her heart was full of happiness!

"I'm afraid spring is your busiest time!"

Yang Zixuan smiled bitterly and said, "Where, the Hanlin Academy is busy all year round, right, the moon darts there were all handed over to the mother, and there was not much, but it was seven stones and five fights!"

Mu Rouzang blinked and blinked, and the small paws secretly stung, and the seven stones and five buckets were about 13 two and five money. A good lady, Zhongyi Hou, had more than one hundred and sixty in her house, and laughed: The year is only five hundred two! "

Seeing her crying in pain, Yang Zixuan was so funny, she comforted her: "But it is not as good as the fifty acres of good land worth of silver."

She really knew Yang Zixuan best. No, it just hurt so much. In a split second, she seemed to be a little mouse who stole the oil and smiled proudly. "Hum, I don't see who it is." "Fifty acres of land is enough for her to double several times a year.

She couldn't hear her. Yang Zixuan told her that although she lived in Hou's house, she ate her husband, wore her husband, and lived in her husband, not Zhongyi Hou's government or Madam Hou. Ask her to straighten her waist.