Yang Liusi

The carriage was speeding along the road, and Liu Fanyin and Yang Xian were so jolted that they couldn't sit still in the carriage.

But even though the carriage was stable, Yang Xian couldn't sit still.

Liu Fanyin didn't say anything - at a time like this, when the situation is unclear, what kind of comfort can she offer?She only held Yang Xian's hand silently, without making a sound.

Before the Yang Mansion, Wu Yuan finally arrived at the door one step ahead of Yang Xian.

The concierge saw something was wrong when he saw the carriage of the uncle's house approaching from a distance, so he sent a clever boy to invite the housekeeper in a hurry.

Sure enough, when Uncle Wu got off the carriage, the air-conditioning rushed over his body; looking at his face, it was even darker, so scary.

"Why is uncle free to come to the house today?" The concierge stepped forward and shouted enthusiastically, his heart was burning with fire, it was really difficult, and he only hoped that the housekeeper would come to rescue him quickly.

"Why, the threshold for the prime minister's mansion is very high now, and I, the official minister, can't get in?" Wu Yuan naturally didn't have a good face - if it wasn't for his daughter, he would never want to set foot in the door of Yang's mansion in his life.

The concierge hurriedly apologized: "Where did the uncle talk about, the master is not here, the little one has no winks and the hospitality is not good, I hope the uncle will forgive me."

That is to say, isn't Yang Tonghui a scourge that will be left behind for a thousand years?Thinking about it, he wouldn't just die like this.Wu Yuan sneered, and said in a clear voice, "Where's your young master?"

The concierge's heart suddenly felt like a drum, and he didn't dare to say anything, but he didn't dare to speak.

Seeing this, Wu Yuan was puzzled and became even more impatient.

"Children are ignorant, don't blame uncle." Just when the concierge was at a loss, he saw the housekeeper coming out of the room with a smile on his face, and saluted Wu Yuanduan in a very solemn manner.

Wu Yuan became impatient when he saw this - although he didn't come to Yang's residence very often, when he came occasionally in the past, who would see him and just do a simple courtesy?Today the housekeeper was an exception, he performed his salutes solemnly, he couldn't fault the slightest bit, as if he wished he could use the trick of three kneeling and nine knocking.

Impermanence must be a demon.Wu Yuan couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"Where's Xian'er?" Wu Yuan was impatient at the gate of Yang's mansion, and walked in.

"This group of brats usually look clever, but today they are all extremely lazy; uncle has been here for a long time, how can uncle just stand under the sun like this?" But the housekeeper didn't seem to have heard Wu Yuan's question, and kept on being courteous and apologetic, "Don't be surprised, my uncle, just scold them when I'm young..."

"What's wrong with Xian'er?" Wu Yuan only felt that the housekeeper was extremely noisy today, and he just said something here and there, and his heart became more panicked and impatient.

"Of course, young master..." The butler was taken aback for a moment, and then continued to smile.

However, before he finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly appeared behind him: "Of course he is dead."

The butler only felt beads of sweat on his forehead rolling all over his face.

When Wu Yuan heard this, he staggered and almost fell over. Fortunately, the housekeeper came to his senses and helped him up in time.

"What nonsense are you old man talking about?!" Wu Yuan was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe, turned around, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go up and beat Yang Tonghui.

Yang Tonghui was dressed in an official uniform, so he must have just returned from the little emperor's visit. During this period of time, the envoys of the Dawan Kingdom acted like a peace mission, so he was really worried.

Seeing Wu Yuan getting so angry, Yang Tonghui's expression didn't loosen at all, his face was still expressionless, and there was no warmth under the summer sun: "It's a pity that Master Wu is a little hard of hearing at a young age."

Yang Tonghui's behavior made Wu Yuan laugh out of anger. Seeing him loosen his clenched fist, the housekeeper let out a long sigh of relief, and then he raised his hand to wipe the sweat that was dripping from his forehead bead.

"I just heard that there are discussions in the streets and alleys. I am afraid that Mr. Yang will soon return to the west, and I feel anxious. I came to see it specially, so as not to prevent my nephew who is worthless from even having a funeral, and Mr. Yang loses his good reputation. "As soon as Wu Yuan said this, the butler sweated even more. He raised his eyes and glanced at his master, but saw that Yang Tonghui was still expressionless, as if he was letting you talk. Standing firm and unmoving.

"Look at it right now, Mr. Yang is very healthy," Wu Yuan couldn't help gnashing his teeth, "Not only is he very healthy, but his eloquence is even better. Now he is cursing his own son with red mouth and white teeth."

Hearing this, Yang Tonghui's expression loosened slightly, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and a sneer appeared, and there was a trace of sarcasm floating between his brows: "Master Wu doesn't know, Yang Xian was in poor health a few days ago, and I specially invited you The imperial doctor came to see him, and they all said that he was too ill to be cured. No, I haven’t had time to tell Mr. Wu. Who knew that Mr. Wu had such a good understanding, so he came to visit after him, but it’s a pity that he came a step late.”

"It's so touching that uncle and nephew are so affectionate." After Yang Tonghui finished speaking, Wu Yuan already wanted to roll up his sleeves and step forward to fight him desperately.

"If it's a serious discussion, Mr. Wu is one step ahead." Yang Tonghui didn't seem to see Wu Yuan's livid face, and there were huge beads of sweat on the butler's face, and he said calmly, "If Mr. Wu is an hour or two later, There is no need to make this trip. By then, the news of Yang Xian's death should have spread throughout the capital."

"Is there news of Yang Xian's death..." came a hesitant voice.

This voice is very familiar, I haven't heard it for many days, but today it suddenly hit my ears, and it almost made Yang Tonghui cry.

But who is Yang Tonghui?The Prime Minister of Daying.After so many ups and downs, how can you not hide your emotions?

Turning his face around, he saw a young man in a light blue dress standing there, his face was full of charm, his brows and eyes were full of flair; beside him stood a girl who was also wearing a light blue dress, his eyes were shining brightly. Like the snow on a cold peak, under the sun, it shone coldly and pierced into people's hearts, making people forget to look at her appearance.

It's just that at this moment, the flamboyant young man's face is pale, and his body seems to be extremely thin and crumbling.

"Xian'er!" Seeing that her complexion was not good, Wu Yuan quickly stepped forward, supported her, and couldn't help but angrily scolded the servant behind her, "Why didn't you announce your young master's return? !"