July 15th, Zhongyuan Festival.

Tang Yu returned to the Marquis' Mansion that day. The next day, he wore a veil and went to the Tang family's ancestral tomb with his three mothers and sisters to worship his ancestors.

God seemed to know that today was a sad day. It was gloomy. When the Tang family arrived at the ancestral grave, sparse raindrops had fallen. Rong immediately called on the maid beside him to hold an umbrella quickly. Madam Liu came with Tang Yu. Seeing that the girl didn't speak, she glared fiercely at the maid who was about to get the umbrella for Rong.

The little maid was afraid of her and looked at Rong in embarrassment.

Rong was so angry that he just glanced at the eldest daughter who had placed sacrifices in front of the tombstone, then looked at the graves far and near, and recognized them.

Tang Yu didn't care much about Rong and Tang Lin. He held Brother Qi and burned incense and kowtow to the county ancestors one by one. It was his mother's turn. Tang Yu knelt for a moment, looking at the inscription on the tombstone, thinking of his mother and father.

Mom, you have a spirit in heaven. Please bless your father to come back safely.

After kowtowing three times solemnly, Tang Yu finally looked at his mother's tombstone and stood up steadily.

Back on the carriage, the drizzle was as drizzling as silk, falling from the sky. Tang Yu sat in the carriage, closing his eyes and turning the sandalwood bracelet left to her mother during her lifetime. He was sad but not sad, and his heart was calm.

Several carriages lined up and walked to the outskirts of the city. Rong and others continued to walk towards the capital. Tang Yu sent someone to say hello and turned to the villa. In addition to keeping her in the palace, she insisted on asking her even though she knew she didn't like it, Song Qin was very nice to her most of the time. During the big day of Zhongyuan worshiping ancestors, he let her go back for two nights, and it was all counted as a month, but it was only two nights, so he had to go back tonight.

Arriving at Zhuangzi, the light rain slowly stopped again.

As night fell, Song Qin came to pick her up again. She was quite honest outside and hugged her to her lap as soon as she got in the car.

Tang Yu lowered his head and said nothing. She had menstruation clean yesterday. Song Qin had been holding it in for so long. Now that he is in his hands again, he can't wait. Could it be that she would let go of the cheaper she said because of her ancestor worship today?

"Crying?" The little girl closed her eyes, Song Qin raised her chin and asked softly. She missed her mother so much, must she be crying, right?

The man's voice was calm, and the other side of his legs was not as strange as she had experienced several times a few nights ago. Tang Yu accidentally opened his eyes and met Song Qin's phoenix eyes, which were close to him. The black and white were clearly distinguished. The care and pity inside were like pebbles under the water of the clear stream, very clear, and there was no trace of the man's love and desire.

Knowing that he had been a villain again, Tang Yu opened his eyes and shook his head, "No." It was not that a child at that time.

Song Qin looked at her carefully, and it didn't seem like she had cried. She felt relieved and hugged someone and kissed her, "That's good. I talked to Nuannuan yesterday and mentioned that the ancestor worship was worshipping. The little girl had never seen her mother's mother before, and she even lost a few drops of gold bumps. I thought of you. It's ridiculous. I didn't think of anyone about the big day of worshipping ancestors, I just miss you."
Chapter completed!