Chapter 310

Li Sao a look up, see Ji Xinqing in Lengshen, light cough a, "miss."<

Ji Xinqing picked up a smile and said, "Sister Li, what's the matter?"<

Mrs. Li bowed her head and said respectfully, "Miss, there is no food in the refrigerator, so the young master went out early in the morning." she said, "Miss, the young master told me in advance. If you really feel bored, you can go around here."

around here<

Ji Xinqing raised her lips in a funny way

the villa is located in a remote place, and she is alone. I'm afraid she starved to death in the mountains before she found a way out

did he recognize this and allow her to go out for a walk

"by the way, miss, the young master also said that if you don't want to go out, there is a study on the second floor, you can go in to kill time."<

Ji Xinqing put down her spoon, rubbed her eyebrows and raised her eyelids. Then she saw that there was no TV in the big living room

at this moment, she was completely disconnected from the outside world<

Mrs. Li noticed her eyes, thought a little, then crossed her hands and said respectfully, "Miss, the signal here is not very good, and the TV is useless, so the young master ordered someone to move the TV."<

Ji Xinqing reluctantly talks, but doesn't answer<

"Sister Li," Ji Xinqing suddenly called her, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "have you heard what happened to the Tang family?"< It has been two days since Xiao Wu died, but now Ji Xinqing feels suffocated every time she thinks about the little boy<

Sister Li's face suddenly changed, and she glanced at Ji Xinqing, looking embarrassed. "Miss, this..."

Xiao Wu is the descendant of the Tang family. Although she has kept secrets for several years, she should enter the Tang family tree after her death

she wants to see him off<

Ji Xinqing's eyes suddenly swelled, as if she heard the little boy calling for her mother in her ear. She tried to raise her face and didn't let the tears fall<

Mrs. Li sighed, and then said, "Miss, to tell you the truth, someone in the Tang family has passed away. It's the adopted son of the young master, master Tang Huaishu."

"adopted son?" Ji Xinqing's pupil suddenly shrinks

"yes, miss, young master Tang Huaishu was an orphan adopted by the young master a few years ago. He has been in poor health, so the young master didn't announce to the public that he had been kept in the hospital. Unfortunately, young master Tang Huaishu's body... Still didn't match God's will. Last night, he died in the hospital. I just got the news this morning. "<

Sister Li wiped her eyes and said, "Miss, take your time. I've gone to the kitchen. Please call me if you have something to do."<

Ji Xinqing had not recovered, so she nodded, "OK."<

looking down at the porridge in the bowl, Ji Xinqing's eyes are empty

Tang Huaishu is Tang Jinyao's own flesh and blood, which she is very sure of< However, why does the Tang family report Xiao Wu's death like this<

Xiao Wu left the night before yesterday, but why did the Tang family claim that it was last night

the man clearly believes that he killed Xiao Wu, and he wants to die, but why doesn't he mention himself

...

"young master," Shichuan carefully glanced at the man in the rearview mirror, "do you really want to go back to the Tang family?"

"well." The man answered without salt<

Shichuan swallowed his saliva, "young master, I didn't say you. The fifth young master died, and the whole Tang family was immersed in grief. But you came here last night. If you let the old man know..."

Tang Jinyao gave me a chilly look, "Shichuan, you talk too much."<

Shichuan shrugged, "young master, I was concerned about you. You hid Ji Xinqing in the mountains, but who knows if the old man will find him here..."

feeling the colder and colder eyes of the man behind, Shichuan shivered and sat up straight<

"well, I'll shut up. I won't tell you any more. Young master, please help yourself."

the narrow carriage soon fell into a dead silence

looking at the trees falling back quickly outside the window, Tang Jinyao slowly frowned

after a long time, Shichuan finally parked his car on the side of the road, then grinned at the man behind him, "young master, I'll take you here. I won't go in."<

Tang Jinyao didn't speak, just looked up at him, then opened the door and got out of the car<

standing in front of us are two towering stone lions, and behind the stone lions is a pavilion with a unique Chinese classical style

people are dazzled by the winding corridor

here is the ancestral residence of the Tang family<

Shichuan starts the car and whistles, "young master, I'll go first!"<

not long after his car left, a group of people came out of his ancestral home, and Tang Han was walking in front of him

Tang Jinyao squinted slightly.Tang Han did not change his face. He told the people behind him to surround Tang Jinyao, and then respectfully said, "young master, I'm offended."

Tang Jinyao stares at him and doesn't speak. After a long time, he sneers, "Tang Han, you are really my grandfather's man!"

Tang Han lowered his eyes, still respectful, "young master, the old man has been waiting in the study for a long time."

Tang Jinyao raised his lips sarcastically, didn't speak, and walked towards the ancestral house.

His whole body's breath is very cold, encircles his group of people to give him a way automatically one after another.

Entering the ancestral home, a maid came forward respectfully, "young master, you are back."

"Well."

Tang Jinyao strode forward, and then the pace slightly pause, "grandfather in which study?"

The maid dropped her eyes, "back to the young master, the old man is in the seven records studio."

"Well."

Without waiting for the maid to lead the way, Tang Jinyao walked straight ahead, rounded seven or eight corners, and finally stopped in front of an attic.

There is a big sign in the attic, on which there are three big characters, seven records studio.

Tang Jinyao's eyes sank. I still remember that when I was a child, when I did something wrong, my grandfather would call him here.

There was no punishment. He just kept him in a small dark room until he admitted his mistake and clearly realized where he was wrong.

Ironically, Tang Jinyao raised his feet and walked in.

The light in the room is dim. There is no light. I can see a bookcase that is as high as the wall.

It's been many years since he came to this place, but Tang Jinyao is no stranger at all. According to the route in memory, he came to the second floor and finally stopped in front of the innermost door.

After standing at the door for a long time, Tang Jinyao slowly raised his hand and cried in a deep voice, "grandfather."

There was no one in the room to answer. After a long time, an old voice finally rang out, "come in."

Tang Jinyao opened the wooden door and made a dull creak.

The weather is particularly cold, Rao is the study opened enough heating, but still lingering with a faint cold.

An old man was sitting on the sofa, wearing a pair of glasses, looking through the pamphlet carefully.

"Grandfather." Tang Jinyao stopped three steps away from the old man and said quietly.