Sweet Noble Heir

"It's not that there is still a father and son living in Yizhuang?" Qi Qingxing said, "ask in the past, maybe you will know."

"Well." Jiang evening white spot.

This road is a little long, with seven twists and turns. Fortunately, there is no fork in the road. Otherwise, Jiang Wanbai suspects that they will lose their way in this piece of grassland.

I don't know how long he has gone. Qingzhu has not had as much energy as before. He touched his stomach and approached Jiang Wan's white face and said, "master, I'm hungry."

"There is the village ahead. Go there and have dinner." Jiang Wanbai raised his eyes to the front and finally could see a dilapidated yard there.

Qingzhu listened to her words and looked back over there. When she saw the yard, her eyes brightened and she got up again. Her steps were much faster.

Today's weather is not good, gloomy, as if it will rain at any time, after a few days is the Qingming Festival, Jiang Wanbai knows, these days the weather will not be good, rainy, usually this kind of weather she does not like to go out, like the previous days, when it is cold and rainy, she would rather nest in the room.

If it hadn't been for yesterday, when the weather was getting better and the temperature was picking up, she would still be in the house, not here.

Worried about the next weather change, Jiang Wanbai thought to quickly solve the matter in front of him. He couldn't find any clue. He could go to the town before it rained.

As he spoke, the grass in front of him suddenly began to decrease, and then he suddenly became clear. There was an open space in front of him, and the other end of the open space was the gate of the villa.

There was an old man sitting at the door of the villa. He had a crutch made of roughly cut wood in his hand. He was leaning against the door frame, and his head was dozing. Standing at the door, he could see that although there was a scene of dilapidation inside, he was cleaning up. There was a coffin in front of the door.

I don't know if there's anyone in the coffin.

Jiang Wanbai takes back her sight and looks at Qingzhu. She doesn't know how to deal with the old people. Naturally, Qingzhu is the best to ask questions.

Green bamboo immediately went over and squatted in front of the old man.

At the same time, the whole old man suddenly leaned forward. Green bamboo reached for the old man's shoulder and frowned slightly, "uncle, how can you sit here and doze off? It's too dangerous! "

"Ah? Ah ah... " The boss nodded his head in a daze, and he didn't know if he understood Qingzhu's words. His eyes were cloudy. He looked at the green bamboo and then put down his eyelids. It seemed that he would continue to doze off again.

When green bamboo wanted to call him out, the old man began to mumble, "you are back How long will it take this time? "

"Ah?" Qingzhu is stunned for a moment. He looks back at Jiang Wanbai. Jiang Wanbai is not far behind him. Although the old man's voice is vague, Jiang Wanbai still understands what he is mumbling and nods to Qingzhu immediately.

Green bamboo took back his sight and said to the old man, "uncle, we are going to leave soon And your son? "

Looking at the old man's confused appearance, it is unrealistic to really ask something from his mouth. Fortunately, before Qingzhu still remembers, Xue Xu said that there were a couple of father and son living in this villa, and they must be the old man's son.

"Ah? The son of an old slave? I don't have a son The old slave hasn't married yet, little Lord. Are you mistaken? " The old man suddenly opened his eyes again, and almost the whole face was pasted on the green bamboo's face.