Imperial City of the Heavenly Wind Empire, night.

The weather had slowly cooled, and at this time a light rain began to fall in the sky, adding a bit of chill to the night of the imperial city.

At this time, it was already three o'clock, and the originally prosperous imperial city, there were basically no pedestrians next to the surrounding streets, and occasionally pedestrians walked by, and they were also in this drizzling rain, running in a hurry, without the noise of the original.

This drizzling rain completely plunged the imperial city into tranquility.

In the west courtyard of the Wu family, there is a completely different scene, the hall is brightly lit, the lights in each room are also flickering, and there is some frolicking noise inside, but the door of the west courtyard is closed, and outside this gate is a simple young man in simple clothes.

The cold rainy night, the brightly lit courtyard, and the boy kneeling upright on the ground in the rain, such a scene, the boy kneeling on the ground, makes people feel that he is extremely desolate and lonely.

"Please patriarch, as well as the elders, Wu Xuan will remember the kindness of the family for the rest of his life!"

The plain-clothed young man knelt straight on the ground, letting the dripping raindrops fall on his body, the young man still ignored it completely, just kept bowing to the west courtyard, begging loudly.

The hoarse voice seemed abrupt in this silent rainy night.

But!

The closed door of the west courtyard of the Wu family seemed to be nailed, no matter how the young man prayed, the door was unheard, the lights in each room flickered, and no one responded.

Long!

The hoarse voice of the plain-clothed young man was almost speechless, and his tall body knelt straight on the ground, his eyes fixed on the closed door, and his forehead was already oozing with blood.

The young man's handsome and stubborn face looked particularly pale in the cold rainy night at this time.

The two wind lamps at the entrance of the west courtyard are swaying and flickering!

The rain is getting heavier and heavier!

......

The sky in the distance had whitened, the rain had stopped, and the streets of the Imperial City were already full of people.

The young man in plain clothes was still kneeling motionless on the ground, his straight and upright body was shaking slightly, his stubborn eyes were also full of bloodshots, his pupils were staring at the closed door tightly, and there was some hope in his eyes.

Chirping~

The gate of the west courtyard finally opened slowly under the eyes of the young man.

This time it was not the guard at the door who opened the door, but a middle-aged man, followed by an elderly man.

Looking at the two who opened the door, a glimmer of hope flashed in Wu Xuan's blood-red eyes, his tall body began to bend, and he kowtowed three more times on the ground, facing the two who opened the door, his lips squirmed slightly, and he slowly spit out a few words:

"Uncle, Sixth Elder, how is it!, has the family agreed?"

Walking in front was Wu Xuan's uncle Wu Haiming, and behind Uncle Wu Xuan were the six elders of the Wu family.

"Wu Xuan, this.. Alas.. Seeing Wu Xuan's current situation, the sixth elder shook his head slowly, a little helpless, obviously he had no right to change the decision in the family.

Seeing the expression of the six elders, Wu Xuan's pale face was also a little miserable, and as a result, Wu Xuan already basically knew.

"Wu Xuan, you don't have to kneel here, go back!" Before the sixth elder finished speaking, Wu Xuan's uncle, who was walking in front, flashed a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes, and said indifferently.

"But, uncle, so is my mother." Wu Xuan, who was kneeling on the ground, heard Wu Haiming's words, and Wu Xuan wanted to argue.

"Hmph, Wu Xuan, you don't need to say it anymore!" Seeing that Wu Xuan still wanted to argue, Wu Haiming immediately snorted coldly, interrupted Wu Xuan's words, glanced at Wu Xuan coldly, and then continued:

"You are no longer the Wu family, not to mention that your mother's tablet cannot be worshiped in the ancestral hall, even your mother's coffin cannot enter the West Mountain!

Hmph, your father offended the third brother at the beginning, and now he still wants to enter the ancestral shrine, don't dream anymore!"

"Even if your mother dies of illness, the family has already given you twenty silver coins for the sake of your father's face, and let your mother be buried in the Beishan wasteland, which is already very face-saving for you, don't give shame to you!"

Wu Haiming said this, and then snorted coldly, and then said:

"By the way, there are still three months to go before the Imperial City Competition, if you haven't reached the Triple Pulse before the Imperial City Competition, then leave the Wu family, our Wu family will not leave you as a waste!"

After Wu Haiming finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, ignored Wu Xuan, who was kneeling on the ground, and walked directly to the west courtyard.

"Wu Xuan, I've done my best, alas... Originally, the patriarch had already wavered and wanted your mother's tablet to worship in the ancestral shrine, but just when everyone was discussing, your third uncle came to a spiritual letter in the Imperial Courtyard, and the patriarch changed his attention again!" The sixth elder looked at Wu Xuan, who was still kneeling upright on the ground, shook his head, and said with some regret.

"From now on, I will retreat, and after three months, if you have a chance to pass the academy test, remember not to enter the Imperial Courtyard, if you go to the Imperial Academy, your third uncle will definitely not let you go!"

As the figure of the six elders gradually walked into the courtyard, the six elders said a little weakly:

"Wu Xuan.. Let's go back!"

......

In the east courtyard of the Wu family, a quiet and remote courtyard, due to the rain last night, a thick fog rose this morning.

And the secluded courtyard of the Wu family was originally built in a desolate and uninhabited land, and after the rain, the fog was even thicker.

In the thick fog, Wu Xuan slowly pushed open the courtyard door of the small courtyard, the small courtyard was not very big, and when he pushed it open, he could see a few scattered rooms, in the middle of these rooms, was the hall of this courtyard.

The small courtyard is not big, and this hall is not very big, it is only more than 20 square meters, and after a dark coffin is placed in the middle of the hall, there is almost no vacant space.

Next to the pitch-black coffin, a young girl in a white filial piety dress kneeled and burned paper money.

The girl is Ying'er, a white filial piety dress tightly bound to her body, a small figure, her skin is as white as snow, her hair is like green silk, and her delicate and beautiful cheeks are covered with tears, which is pitiful.

When Ying'er heard the sound at the door, she knew that someone had come in, so she hurriedly tidied up her clothes, wiped the tears on her face, stood up, and turned around to see Wu Xuan staggering in, with unwilling anger and loneliness on her cheeks.

Ying'er saw Wu Xuan's current expression, and she probably understood what had happened, and tears fell down Shui Lingling's eyes again, and she shouted softly:

"Brother!"

"Ying'er!"

Wu Xuan looked at Ying'er's haggard cheeks, Wu Xuan forced out a smile, walked to Ying'er's side, and also wiped the tears from Ying'er's cheeks.

"Ying'er, if you cry like this, you will make others look down on you, and your mother will be sad!" After Wu Xuan finished speaking, he patted Ying'er's shoulder encouragingly, walked slowly to the side of the coffin, knelt on the ground straight, picked up the incense candle on the ground, lit it, and continued to murmur to the mother in the coffin:

"Xuan'er is not filial, although the mother said that she did not want to worship the ancestral shrine when she left, but the child knows that it is not your heart's words, and now she has not fulfilled her mother's long-cherished wish, and the child is not filial!"

Speaking of excitement, Wu Xuan bowed heavily to the coffin on the ground three times.

Bang!!

Just when Wu Xuan was kneeling down, there was a muffled sound, and the door of the small courtyard that was originally closed by Wu Xuan was directly kicked open by a huge force, and then an arrogant voice sounded in the small courtyard:

"Wu Xuan hurriedly finished the funeral and buried your mother, our Wu family is not a mourning hall!"

The arrogant voice fell, and a middle-aged man who had already made a fortune swaggered into the small courtyard, his eyes glaring at Wu Xuan and Ying'er who were kneeling in the mourning hall of the hall!