Qin Wuyan returned to the conference hall from the training ground, and the internal affairs in the Min Mansion were only half handled when someone secretly whispered a few words in his ear, "Commander, do you want to intervene?"

Qin Wuyan shook his head and picked up a pen to write: "This is an internal matter of the Min Mansion, there is no need to intervene, and there is no need to interfere."

The man nodded, put down the teacup and left.

Qin Wuyan was about to get the teacup when a familiar voice came from his ear: "Commander Qin."

Qin Wuyan withdrew his hand, raised his eyelids and saw the Second Master walking in.

Qin Wuyan quickly stood up: "Second Master, what can you do with me?"

"There is indeed something..."

"Why don't you send a young man over to tell me, how can I bother you to come over in person?" There are many people who are not surprised, Qin Wuyan's face is respectful, without any perfunctory look.

The second head's old eyes were slightly red: "The old man and his wife have been dreaming for the past few days, dreaming that my son Huixian is crying to see you, can you follow the old man to see the little girl?"

Qin Wuyan was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Of course it's possible, but the second master and wife must take care of their health."

Er Dangjia turned around, with a slight curve on his lips, "Commander Qin is indeed a man of temperament. If that's the case, after tidying up, let me follow the old man to the Min family's cemetery."

Qin Wuyan put down his brush: "Everything is under the orders of the second master."

Seeing the Second Master of the Min Mansion leave the house, Qin Wuyan raised his hand to call for the servant: "You report to the Patriarch, and say that the Second Master invited the chief to go to the cemetery of the Min Mansion to see the deceased Miss Huixian. Before the commander finished dealing with the internal affairs, he changed his clothes and followed him out."

The boy was puzzled: "This, isn't this to make the Patriarch feel dissatisfied with you?"

"Just do as I tell you." Qin Wuyan warned: "Don't add oil and vinegar, you must tell the truth about everything. As for other things, you don't need to worry about it."

Although the servant was full of doubts, he still followed Qin Wuyan's request. The moment Qin Wuyan stepped into the carriage with the second head of the Min Mansion, he quickly ran to the front yard and told Min Zhixing everything about it. .

Minhanghang was very satisfied with the young man who came to inform him, and after rewarding some broken silver for the first time, he nodded to the guards beside him: "Just follow our plan, the owner of the family is the head of the Min Mansion , others, don't even think about climbing on the head of this Patriarch."

Qin Wuyan followed Erdang's family all the way to the cemetery unimpeded. Seeing the handwriting carved on the tombstone, he tried to recall it in his mind, but he could only think of a misty dress. As for what Min Huixian looked like, it was unknown I can't remember the slightest bit.

He always felt that the girls in the Min Mansion, except for Min Huizhu, who really disgusted him, were all dressed in the same clothes, nothing more than light yellow, plain white, light green and peach pink clothes. The styles of clothes are similar, hair buns are similar, and those pearl hairpins and jewelry are actually similar in his eyes, so that Qin Wuyan always thought that the women in the Min Mansion actually looked similar, and he couldn't tell who was the same. who.

Standing in front of Min Huixian's tombstone at this moment, Qin Wuyan didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart, as if he was an irrelevant person, but the thoughtful appearance he tried to recall fell into the eyes of the second leader, and it looked different.

The Second Head of Min Min: Qin Wuyan really has some distractions for my son. If it wasn't for that Min Huizhu who made a hindrance, this Qin Wuyan would be mine, and the entire Min Mansion might already be under my control. What's the matter with Minzhixing?