After a while, several people came to the tomb that Jia Chu pointed to just now. On the wooden tablet were engraved a few words, "The descendant of Jia Du's family, the tomb of Lan Yan, the son of Jia Chu."

The expressions of the three goddesses became solemn, and Xiangling and Cailuan began to busy paying tribute and burning paper money.

Jia Chu bowed first, then picked up a bottle of wine and took a sip.

"Mom~~ When I came back last time, my son said that he would bring his wives to see you. These are all included. There is also a virgin who looks no worse than these. She is very beautiful and can sing.

The poem is right. She is Tan Hwa Lang’s daughter. You also like to secretly recite a few lines when you have nothing to do. If she had been born a few years earlier, you will definitely be close friends. I think you will like it when you see her!!"

Cai Luan, Xiang Ling, and Miao Yu stood behind Jia Qi. When they heard him whispering, they all blushed. Although they also knew that Jia Qi's wife would not be themselves, they heard Jia Qi's wife.

Xin's words still made them feel warm in their hearts.

This shows that Jia Qi has recognized their identities, which is more important to them than anything else.

"Oh, by the way, there is another one in Jiangnan..."

The wind whimpered and dispersed the subtle murmur. After a while, Jia Qi seemed to have finished speaking. Finally, he said to the three girls behind him: "Go and kowtow to our mother~~"

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Chapter completed!