The Lord God is kneeling on the washboard again

Chapter 114: Grandpa Nangong’s Birthday Banquet

At this time at night in Nangong Mansion, Xing Xuanli was practicing in the Yuxiao space, with the purple silk vine wrapped around her wrist.

The tranquil night enveloped the entire Nangong Mansion, but within the Jade Flute space, a different scene unfolded. Xing Xuanli sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a faint halo of light. Her brows furrowed slightly, her expression focused and resolute.

The purple silk vine seemed to have life, tightly wrapped around her wrist, emitting a faint purple light, blending with the halo on Xing Xuanli's body.

The spiritual energy in the space surged towards Xing Xuanli like a vortex, being continuously absorbed into her body. With every breath, she could feel her aura gradually strengthening.

The purple vines swayed gently with the fluctuations of spiritual energy, as if aiding Xing Xuanli's cultivation. In this mysterious and tranquil atmosphere, Xing Xuanli continuously broke through her own realm, striding towards a higher path of cultivation.

Nangong Ancestral Hall, a solemn and majestic building, is located deep in the Nangong Mansion.

The gate of the ancestral hall is tall and heavy, its vermilion paintwork slightly mottled, revealing the traces of time. Above the door hangs a plaque with the four characters "Nangong Ancestral Hall" inscribed on it in bold and imposing strokes.

Entering the ancestral hall, the aroma of aged sandalwood fills the air. In the main hall, tablets honoring the Nangong family's ancestors are neatly arranged in a solemn and dignified manner. Each tablet seems to recount the family's glorious history and the achievements of its forefathers.

The walls were covered with portraits of the family's ancestors, some dressed in armor, looking heroic; others in fine clothes, looking majestic and solemn. These portraits witnessed the rise and fall of the Nangong family, and also inspired the younger generations to work hard and bring honor to the family.

The ground of the ancestral hall is paved with bluestone, smooth and neat. Sunlight pours in through the carved windows, creating streaks of light and shadow, adding a touch of mystery to the entire hall.

On weekdays, the Nangong Ancestral Hall is quiet and peaceful, but it becomes lively only during important festivals or family events, when clan members gather here to worship their ancestors and pray for the prosperity of the family.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) burned incense for the ancestors of the Nangong clan in the Nangong Ancestral Hall. The most eye-catching figure on the tablet was Nangong Han's father, General Baiqi Nangong Yan, with the big characters "Nangong Yan's Tomb" engraved on it.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) looked at his father's tablet, his eyes filled with respect and longing. He lit a stick of incense and gently inserted it into the incense burner. The smoke curled up and filled the entire ancestral hall.

"Father, I'm back to see you." He said softly, his voice echoing in the empty ancestral hall.

He knelt down slowly and kowtowed three times solemnly. When he stood up, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Father, I will definitely protect the Nangong family and live up to your expectations." Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) swore secretly.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) suddenly thought of something and smiled, "Father, I have met the woman I love. I married her not five years ago and have a son and a daughter with her. Father, don't worry that I will end up alone for the rest of my life."

After he finished speaking, his eyes became softer, as if he was recalling the warm times with his wife and children.

"Father, your spirit in heaven will surely be happy for your child." He bowed deeply to the tablet.

At this moment, the candlelight in the ancestral hall flickered slightly, as if my father was responding.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) slowly stood up, his eyes full of determination: "Father, I will protect this family well and make it prosperous, and live up to your expectations."

Then he turned and left the ancestral hall, his figure gradually moving away in the moonlight.

In a flash, Mr. Nangong’s birthday finally arrived. All the important people in Beiyu came to congratulate Mr. Nangong, and even the one in Kyoto sent His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

The Nangong Mansion was decorated with lanterns and was bustling with activity. A constant stream of carriages arrived at the gate, and guests arrived bearing generous gifts, their faces beaming with smiles.

The servants in the mansion were busy as hell, yet everything was in perfect order. In the main hall, Old Master Nangong, dressed in festive attire, sat in the main seat, accepting everyone's congratulations.

The arrival of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince brought glory to the Nangong Mansion, and everyone bowed. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince smiled and presented a gift, saying some auspicious words, and Old Man Nangong quickly stood up to express his gratitude.

Guests who came to celebrate the birthday presented gifts one after another.

A wealthy businessman was holding an exquisite sandalwood box and said respectfully, "Old man, this is a gift from me. It is a thousand-year-old pearl. I wish you good fortune as vast as the East Sea and a long life as long as the Southern Mountains."

Then, an official stepped forward, and his attendants presented him with a valuable calligraphy and painting. "Old Master, this is an authentic work of art from a former dynasty that I have found. May you enjoy a long and healthy life."

The leader of a martial arts sect was not to be outdone and had someone bring up an extremely sharp sword. "Master Nangong, this sword can cut through iron like mud. I give it to you for self-defense. I wish you great fortune and a long life."

The eldest wife of the Shui family came forward with Shui Ling'er and handed over an exquisitely embroidered brocade box. "Old man, this is a small gift from our Shui family. We wish you a bright future and a long life."

Old Master Nangong glanced at the gift from the eldest lady of the Shui family and said calmly, "Mrs. Shui is very thoughtful."

The eldest wife of the Shui family smiled and said, "Old man, it is our Shui family's honor to be able to come and celebrate your birthday."

Old Master Nangong nodded slightly and said no more.

The eldest lady of the Shui family was a little nervous, not knowing whether her gift would satisfy the old man.

The gifts from the crowd were varied and dazzling, and Old Man Nangong thanked them one by one with a smile.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han), Xing Xuanli and the two little guys stood beside Grandpa Nangong.

Madam Shui glanced at Xing Xuanli and snorted in her heart, "Hmph, she is indeed a vixen, no wonder she has bewitched Nangong Han so much. How can such a vixen be compared with her daughter? What do you think of this young master Nangong?"

Another lady from a noble family said, "This Young Master Nangong went into battle with General Bai Qi before he even reached adulthood, and now he has been training outside for many years."

After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, their eyes full of admiration.

"Yes, Young Master Nangong is extremely brave and has made great military achievements for our dynasty." Someone echoed.

"I heard that he went through many hardships outside, but was able to escape danger time and time again. It's really admirable," said a guest.

"He is so young and promising, he will definitely have a bright future." Everyone praised Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) one after another.

Another lady also echoed: "And this Nangong Young Master's wife is as beautiful as a fairy."

"That's right. She has an excellent temperament and is a perfect match for Young Master Nangong." Someone next to her continued.

"They are truly a perfect match made in heaven. We are so envious of them." Another lady sighed.

"Look at this family, they are so blessed." Everyone nodded in agreement, their words full of envy and praise.