Chapter 310

As soon as sister-in-law Li looked up, she saw Ji Xinqing in a trance and coughed, "miss."

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

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

Around here?

Ji Xinqing teases her lips.

The villa is located in a remote place. She is alone. I'm afraid she will starve to death in the mountains before she can find a way out.

Did he recognize this and generously allow her to go out?

"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 pass the time."

Ji Xinqing put down her spoon, rubbed the center of her eyebrows and raised her eyelids. Only then did she see that there was no TV in such a big living room.

At this time, she completely cut off her contact with the outside world.

Sister Li noticed her eyes, meditated 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 pulled the corners of her mouth and didn'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?"

Two days have passed since Xiao Wu's death, but now Ji Xinqing feels suffocated every time she thinks of the little boy.

Sister Li's face suddenly changed. She lifted her eyes and glanced at Ji Xinqing. She looked embarrassed, "Miss, this..."

Xiao Wu is a descendant of the Tang family. Although he has kept it secret for several years, he should always enter the Tang family's genealogy after his death.

She wants to see him off.

Ji Xinqing's eyes suddenly felt hot again. It seemed that she heard the little boy shouting her mother in her ear. She tried to raise her face and didn't let tears fall.

Sister Li sighed lightly, and then said, "Miss, to tell you the truth, someone in the Tang family has died. Yes, it is 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. His health has been poor, so the young master didn't announce to the public and kept him in the hospital. Unfortunately, young master Tang Huaishu's health... Still failed to resist God's will. He disappeared in the hospital last night. I just learned this morning."

Sister Li wiped her eyes. "Miss, take your time. I'm going to the kitchen. Call me if you have something."

Ji Xinqing didn't return to his mind. He bowed his head in a wooden manner, "OK."

Looking down at the porridge in the bowl, Ji Xinqing's eyes were empty.

Tang Huaishu is Tang Jinyao's flesh and blood, which she is sure of.

But why did 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 clearly wants to die himself, but why doesn't he mention himself?

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

"HMM." the man answered without salt.

Shi Chuan swallowed his saliva. "Young master, I didn't say you. The fifth young master died and the Tang family was immersed in grief, but you came out last night. If the old gentleman knows..."

Tang Jinyao handed over a chilly look, "Shichuan, you talk too much."

Shi Chuan shrugged, "young master, I care about you. You hide Ji Xinqing in the deep mountains and forests, but who knows if the old man will find here..."

Feeling the colder and colder eyes of the man behind him, Shi Chuan shivered and sat up straight.

"Well, I'll shut up. I won't talk anymore. Young master, please ask for your own blessing."

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, Shi Chuan finally parked his car on the roadside, then grinned at the man behind him, "young master, I'll take you here and don'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 them is a pavilion with unique Chinese classical style.

The winding corridor dazzled the viewers.

Here is the ancestral home of the Tang family.

Shichuan started the car and whistled, "young master, I'll go first!"

Not long after his car drove away, a group of people suddenly came out of his ancestral house. Tang Han was walking in front.

Tang Jinyao narrowed his eyes slightly.

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

Tang Jinyao stared at him and didn't speak. He sneered for a long time, "Tang Han, you are really grandpa's man!"

Tang Han lowered his eyes and remained respectful. "Young master, the old man has been waiting for him in the study for a long time."

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

The breath around him was very cold, and a group of people surrounding him automatically gave way to him.

Walking into the ancestral house, a maid came forward respectfully, "young master, you're back."

"Yes."

Tang Jinyao strode forward, followed by a slight pause, "which study is grandpa in?"

The maid lowered her eyes and said, "go back, young master. The old man is in Qilu Zhai."

"Yes."

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

There is a big sign in the attic, which reads "seven record Zhai" in three big characters of dragon flying and Phoenix dancing.

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

There was no punishment, but he was locked in a small black room until he admitted his mistake and clearly realized where he was wrong.

Sarcastically, Tang Jinyao lifted his feet and walked in.

The light in the room was dim and there was no light. You could vaguely see a bookcase as high as the wall beside the wall.

It has been many years since he entered this place, but Tang Jinyao is no stranger. According to the route in his 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 shouted, "Grandpa."

There was no response in the house. After a long time, an old voice finally sounded, "come in."

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

The weather was extremely cloudy and cold. Rao had enough heating in his study, but there was still a faint cold lingering.

An old man is sitting on the sofa, wearing a pair of glasses and carefully looking at the booklet in his hand.

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