In an instant, a faint aroma of wine filled the air.
The two of them forgot everything around them and were immersed in it.
After a long time, the two separated their lips...
At this moment, Yan An's cheeks were as red as the sunset, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were curved into two crescents, sparkling with happiness and satisfaction.
"How is it? Are you satisfied with my reward?" Yan An asked softly, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.
"Well, I'm very satisfied. I'm simply intoxicated by it and can't help myself."
Lu Jingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, as if he was still savoring the wonderful taste just now.
Then he looked around and his eyes fell on an antique building not far away.
The building is built of mahogany and the roof is covered with green tiles, which looks solemn and elegant.
Looking closely again, I saw four big characters written on the plaque above the door - Yan Family Ancestral Hall.
"Huh? Madam, it turns out this is your Yan family's ancestral temple!"
"Yes, I finally came back, so of course I have to pay my respects to my ancestors."
Then, Yan An gently took his warm hand and slowly walked forward.
The road they were walking on was a green paved road that had been laid long ago. The surface was flat and smooth.
On both sides of the road, there are pale yellow lampposts, and soft light shines through the lampshades.
The two walked side by side, silently moving forward for more than a hundred meters along this quiet blue plank road.
Gradually, a ancestral hall appeared before our eyes.
At this time, the ancestral hall was brightly lit and the candlelight flickered.
When you walk into the ancestral hall, you can see a huge incense burner placed in the center, filled with burning incense sticks, and wisps of green smoke rising up and filling the air.
In front of the incense burner, there is a large offering table with dozens of tablets neatly placed on it. These tablets represent the ancestors of the family.
Yan An moved to the bottom of the altar, bent down gently, and reached out to pick up a handful of yellow incense sticks.
Then, she carefully placed the incense stick in her hand close to the already lit red candle. In an instant, the flame jumped up and the incense stick was successfully lit.
Then, Yan An skillfully divided the incense and candles into two parts, and handed one to Lu Jingzhi beside him, "Come and burn incense with me."
Lu Jingzhi was slightly stunned, with a hint of surprise on his face.
He hesitantly took the incense and candle from Yan An's hand and asked softly, "My wife, but... I haven't officially married you yet."
Hearing this, Yan An couldn't help but roll his eyes and said angrily, "Then what are you calling me now?"
"Mother...my wife." Lu Jingzhi replied quickly, with a hint of flattery in his voice.
Seeing this, Yan An raised his hand and gave Lu Jingzhi a light slap on the head without saying a word.
"Since you've already called me like that, why don't you hurry over and burn incense together?"
Do you still need me to ask you again and again?"
Lu Jingzhi rubbed his head in pain and grumbled, "You don't have to hit me with your fingers."
Yan An snorted lightly, raised the corners of her mouth, and said coquettishly: "Hmph, who told you to be disobedient? You deserve it!" After that, she no longer paid attention to Lu Jingzhi and turned to face the tablets.
Holding the incense in both hands, he said, "I, Yan An, the younger generation, have come to burn incense for our ancestors.
Lu Jingzhi imitated her demeanor and tone, and said solemnly: "Son-in-law Lu Jingzhi, I have come here today to burn incense and pay homage to our ancestors."
Then, the two of them knelt respectfully on the soft cushion, carefully holding the incense sticks that were emitting wisps of green smoke in their hands, and kowtowed and bowed devoutly to the tablet.
After completing a series of rituals, they slowly stood up and inserted the incense in their hands into the exquisitely carved incense burner.
Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind.
"My two young friends, this is the Yan family ancestral hall. I wonder where you are from?"
This sudden question made the master and disciple stunned and they turned their heads almost at the same time.
An old man in plain and slightly old clothes appeared in front of me.
The old man held a tattered broom in his right hand. His left eye was empty, leaving only a hideous scar. His hair was full of silver hair as white as frost and snow.
Yan An looked up and down at the strange old man curiously, but no matter how hard she tried to recall, she was sure that she had never seen this person before.
So she asked politely, "Excuse me, old man, who are you?"
The old man smiled slightly, revealing a few broken teeth, and replied, "I am just a servant hired by the Yan family head three years ago to sweep the floor of this clan temple."
Hearing this, Yan An was shocked and asked quickly: "What? Master Yan?"
"My father hasn't been home for many years. Who is the head of the Yan family you are talking about?"
Facing Yan An's anxious question, the wrinkled, gray-haired old man showed a look of bewilderment on his face, "Impossible, the current head of the Yan family is indeed Yan Ming."
Yan An's willow-like eyebrows knitted together tightly, and he retorted in a firm and somewhat angry tone, "Absolutely impossible!"
"Yan Ming has always been just the chief elder of the family. Without the official will of the head of the family and the Yan Mansion Order that symbolizes power."
"Then he can only be the Great Elder forever and will never be able to become the Patriarch!"
Seeing his beloved wife Yan An so emotional, Lu Jingzhi's heart tightened. He quickly reached out and gently held her trembling hand. "My dear, don't be so anxious and angry. Can you calm down first?"
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