The team of men and horses had clear goals and rushed straight to Yan's house. A sliver of dust raised on the street, causing pedestrians on the road to stop and secretly guess where this playboy came from.

"Young Master!" Suddenly someone in the crowd screamed, "Look!"

The young man called the young master was already stunned by the scene in front of him. After all, was he still a step late...

The boy suddenly held his forehead and chuckled. What is this?

I came here to see you for the last time, but did you not even leave this opportunity for me? Then what's the use of facing the white sails in my eyes?

I laughed at myself, and the boy didn't know what expression to do, and I didn't know whether it was more sour or more painful in my heart.

Adjusting his expression is just a matter of a moment. The young man knew in his heart that even if he was sad, he would not be suitable to cry in public.

"Let's go, go in first." After the boy finished speaking, he took the lead in dismounting and walked in. Everyone came to their senses and followed closely.

However, someone still whispered: "Young master... is it okay. Why do you feel..."

"Young master rushed back with a whip all the way, don't you know? I'm afraid I'm so hurt this time..." The man next to me took the time to reply, with a sigh on his face.

"Stop talking, we just need to just watch. He has his own ideas about the young master's affairs, and this is not something we can do." Another warned in a low voice.

Others shut up.

The young man walking in front of him listened to the other person's words without missing a word, but inexplicably felt a little funny.

Why don’t you cry? Maybe you’re so sad that you won’t have any tears.

"Criminal!" Uncle Fu, who was handling matters at the door, exclaimed, as if he didn't expect the boy to appear at this time. You know, the border is a whole month away.

"Uncle Fu." The young man nodded, "When did grandpa leave?"

The voice was steady and expressionless. It was difficult for outsiders to find any sadness on his face. This person was the Prince of the Duke of Wei and Qin Yu.

"Old Master, he went last night." Uncle Fu's eyes suddenly turned red again, "The old man was in good spirits yesterday and even pulled the old man and the second master to say something for a long time. Who knows... Who knows... Who knows, this morning, when the old slave knocked on the door, no one responded. When he went in, he saw that the old man was already... gone!"

Uncle Fu started to choke again as he spoke, obviously unable to control his emotions.

"Take me to see my grandfather." The boy's voice did not fluctuate at all, and his emotions did not fluctuate at all, as if the person in his mouth was just a stranger.

"Hey, hey, prince, please come here." Uncle Fu took the lead in leading the way, and Qin Yu and others followed closely behind.

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In the mourning hall.

Qin Yu stood in front of the coffin and didn't know what he was thinking. The head of the Yan family who rushed over to hear the news stood beside him. One of the two didn't know what to say, and the other ignored him. The atmosphere was a little dull for a moment.

After a long time, the head of the Yan family spoke, "Yu'er, I know you and your grandfather have a good relationship, but you can't be resurrected by death, so don't be too sad. Besides, my father left peacefully and there is no regret."

Qin Yu still stood there motionlessly, without any reaction to the words of the head of the Yan family.

Seeing this, the Yan family leader sighed, "Your grandfather has something to leave to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yu suddenly turned around to look at him, his eyes were as fierce as a young wolf who saw a prey, and suddenly became scary.

"What did he say?" The sound of the exit was hoarse and unpleasant, like the sound of friction between objects.

Qin Yu's eyes fell on the head of the Yan family and never left. He stared at the other party with his eyes tightly. His haggard appearance had been blocking the expectation in his eyes for several days because he had never rested because he had been on the road.

The hands in the sleeves were tightly clasped together, and they tried hard until the knuckles turned white. The sound of bones could almost be heard. If the nails were not short enough, they could poke into the flesh, riddled with holes, just like his heart at this time.

This book is from Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!

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