Qing never thought that Helan Qiyou would say such a thing to her, she thought that even if all the women left, only she would be the last one left, and she couldn't help crying: "Why? because that woman..."

She wanted to talk about the woman, but she was shocked and lost her words, so she changed her words. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Because... She can't tolerate us, so are you going to drive me away? Young master, if you don't like me to come to pay homage to Miss, I won't come in the future, please... No... I beg you not to drive me away. You are Qing's reliance in this life, Qing has nowhere else to go, nowhere to go... Don't..."

Her face was full of despair and excitement, and she was about to fall at his feet. "Please... Young Lord... For so many years... Please... Don't drive me away..."

Helan couldn't bear it in the end, so he hugged her. "If you want to stay, you will stay, and your position will not change. It's only now that I realize that it's not fair for you to keep you and force you to miss Rou'er with me forever. ”

"So the young master doesn't love Miss anymore?, doesn't he miss Miss at all?" she cried in his arms.

Helan Qiyou couldn't answer these questions bluntly, love without reciprocation could not establish true love, all he had been thinking about all these years was just a phantom, she was lying there with nothing more than a pair of bones, a pile of dust, a stone tablet, and it was no longer warm to hug.

Now Qingxuan is the person in his heart, and it is the real warmth. But these words would be more bloody and hurtful, so he didn't want to say them to Qing.

At this moment, the weeds and barren leaves, the residual leaves and dead branches, and the three animal wine ceremonies placed in front of the grave all flew into the air. Both the carriage and the people felt the same powerful power, and as soon as their hearts moved, Helan Qiyou turned his head to look at the side of the road from which he came, and saw Qinglu from a distance.

“… The servants were very afraid, but because the young master was here, they didn't dare to flee.

"It's fine!"

Helan Qiyou drank them and made them calm down, but the situation only lasted for a while and returned to normal, and Qinglin and his party had already left towards the place they came from.

"You stay and take care of it, and then send Mrs. Qing back. He was so eager to follow him immediately.

"Young master?" Mrs. Qing naturally saw Qingxuan, but she couldn't estimate that Helan Qiyou would leave with her.

"You go back to the inn to rest first, and I'll send you on the boat later." ”

Helan Qiyou left quickly and followed Qingxuan and his party.

Mrs. Qing hadn't recovered from the successive blows, and she murmured. "Why, why... Miss... Miss... Young Lord.... Why..."

Her personal maid Xiaocui saw the young master Helan praying for her to leave, so she went over to help her. "Mrs. Qing, don't cry, the young master won't be so ruthless, it must be..."

There is no need for her to say this, Qing also knows that it is because of Qingxuan. Since she came to Helan Mansion, everything has changed.

But she didn't know what to do, even if she had been pampered for many years, she was always born as a maid. So she could only kneel in front of the grave again, silently begging Zheng Rou to teach her how to do it, because she had no idea in her heart.

At this moment a somewhat old carriage approached, and she stood up and ordered everything to be cleaned up.

The carriage stopped, and the driver let the two women in the carriage get out of the car. One was obviously dressed as a maid, while the other was a young lady, and the maid was carrying a simple sacrifice in her hand, and the two walked towards Zheng Rou's grave.

When Qing saw the young lady approaching, she was so surprised that she was speechless for several moments. On the contrary, it was the young lady who glanced at the grave, which had been thoroughly cleaned, and spoke first.

"This hexagram belongs to my sister, and she was not married during her lifetime. Who are you, and why did you come to worship her?"

Qing was even more surprised when she heard the young lady's voice again. Is this woman the sister of her young lady Zheng Rou?

"You are.... Ying'er?" Qing said with some uncertainty, this woman is only Zheng Rou's age back then, and she looks about fifteen or sixteen years old. But what cannot be wrong is that she and Zheng Rou actually seem to have poured a mold.

Qing never realized that the little girl who was only eight or nine years old back then looked so similar to Zheng Rou.

The woman who was called Ying'er heard Mrs. Qing call her, and her eyes flashed brightly!

"How do you know my name?" Zheng Ying looked at Mrs. Qing carefully, trying to figure out who she really was. "You are?"

"I'm Sister Qingqing, your sister's personal maid. Ying'er, how could it be you!" She cried out in surprise, looking back at Zheng Rou's tomb, Zheng Ying's appearance seemed to be Zheng Rou's answer to her.