Chapter 1112

When Qin Sitong followed Jun Jisheng into the ancestral hall of Jun's family again, the shock in his heart still existed.

Now, like the king's family, there are still items of the ancestors of the king's family for hundreds or even thousands of years, as well as genealogies handed down from generation to generation. How many rich families have placed so many memorial tablets of their ancestors in this ancestral hall?

The real rich family is not the apparent wealth, but the family's inside information and family inheritance.

The jun family is undoubtedly a rich family. The only regret is... The decline of the population of the jun family seems to add a touch of desolation to the rich family.

When Qin Sitong stood in front of the rows one by one and looked at the memorial tablets of those ancestors of the king's family and their other half, he paid tribute in his heart silently.

In any case, the child in her belly is still a child of the king's family, so she wants to come here to let the child in her belly, at least... Bring the child here before leaving, and tell these ancestors that the king's family will have another offspring.

Although, maybe this child will not be surnamed Jun in the future, maybe in this life, this child may not step into Jun's family, but it is the child of Jun's family after all.

And... Qin Sitong's eyes fell on the two memorial tablets of Jun Sinian and Zhao Lingyin. These are Ji Sheng's parents. In fact, she came here today to say goodbye to them.

Once, she promised here that she would accompany Jisheng well, love him all his life, and guard him for them, but these promises were finally time to break.

Qin Sitong said silently in his heart, and then bowed three times deeply.

"How did you make it so serious?" he seemed a little surprised. The three bows she just made were more than 90 degrees.

"Your parents and your family's ancestors are worshipped here. We should," she said. "Well, let's go back."

"No more inside?" he asked.

"Well, no more." she said. Today she came to the ancestral temple just to come here and say goodbye to those memorial tablets.

Jun Jisheng looked at the person in front of him. These days, the uneasy feeling in his heart seemed to become stronger and stronger.

The more quiet she was and the less she cried, the more restless he was. What's the matter with him? Jun Jisheng asked himself. Should she cry?

He reached out and took her hand. She almost instinctively shrank back. "What's the matter?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

She bit her lip. "Nothing."

This time, he went to hold her hand, and she didn't hide, but let his big hand wrap her hand.

"Why is it so cold?" he was surprised as soon as he touched her hand. At this moment, her hand was terribly cold.

"Maybe it's colder in the ancestral hall," she said.

He frowned, then took off his coat, put it on her, folded his hands and rubbed her palms.

She looked at him quietly, with his heating on his coat, and her hands gradually became warm under his rubbing, but she still felt a cold in her body.

Perhaps, some cold, it is no longer easy to warm up.