At this moment, a sound of footsteps outside was rapidly approaching, and Adjutant Chen hurriedly ran into the dining room, his face was gray and black, and his voice was solemn, "Young marshal!" Something happened! It's going to be a big deal! ”

Immediately afterwards, the housekeeper also ran in from outside in a panic, out of breath, and said to the old lady, "Old lady, Zhaoyang has sent a telegram, Young Master Zhuo has an accident!" ”

Adjutant Chen and the housekeeper glanced at each other. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Adjutant Chen, let's talk first!" Huang Fuchen fell coldly.

Adjutant Chen hurriedly spoke, "Young Marshal, this Qiao Zhen sent a telegram, saying that the village on the west side of Heishiling burned down the mountain the night before, and Zhuo Shao's whereabouts are still unknown!" ”

Hearing this, the housekeeper trembled his hands and hurriedly spoke, "Adjutant Chen, Zhaoyang sent a telegram saying that Senior Master Lin had transported Young Master Zhuo's body back to the Overseer's Mansion!" ”

When this sound fell, everyone was shocked.

The chopsticks in Ye Yanran's hand fell with a click, her face turned pale like a layer of tissue paper in an instant, and her eyes froze.

The Buddhist beads in the old lady's hand stopped, and suddenly collapsed...

"Tick tock~~!" The broken beads slipped from the thread and rolled to the ground.

When the Overseer's wife heard this, her expression was also shocked, although this Huangfu Zhuo was not her own son, but after all, she grew up, and she was not a threat to Bochen, so it was really difficult for people to adapt to leaving for no reason.

Jin Xueli lowered her head, dropped her chopsticks, and was silent.

"Young marshal... Look at this... Adjutant Chen looked at Huang Fuchen with an ugly face.

Huang Fuchen's face was tense, and he stepped forward and grabbed the butler's collar, "What's going on?" Where did the telegram come from!! ”

"Less... Young marshal! Absolutely true! You see, I just went to the telegraph office and received it! The butler, with trembling hands, handed over the telegram note from the telegraph office.

Huang Fuchen snatched the telegram slip with one hand, and carefully read the words dropped by the telegraph operator with a fountain pen.

"Young Marshal, Old Lady, Lady Overseer, Young Master Zhuo's body has been transported back to the Overseer's Mansion, the Overseer urges, return quickly!"

Huang Fuchen twisted the telegram slip in his hand with the palm of his hand, and his thin lips erupted angrily, "How is it possible! How is this possible!! What is Master Lin doing!! ”

Huang Fuchen shouted angrily, like a roaring lion, everyone was silent, the old lady's eyes were scattered, her eyes were moist, and the old voice fell, "Bochen, let everyone prepare, and rush back to Zhaoyang tomorrow!" ”

Huang Fuchen shot at the housekeeper with a cold eye, "Go and prepare!" ”

"Yes ... Be... Go now! The butler wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and ran out.

At the dinner table, Ye Yanran's eyes fell in the distance in a daze, her vision was hazy, and tears poured out of her eyes uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Ye Yanran stood up and rushed out of the door at once.

Everyone looked, Huang Fuchen watched the woman rush out, his sword eyebrows tightened, and he looked at Rose who was standing aside, "Follow up!" Watch closely! ”

Hearing this, Rose nodded hurriedly, "Yes!" ”

Rose chased out, followed Ye Yanran, and ran towards the east wing.

"Adjutant Chen! Come with me to the study! Huang Fuchen left the words, took Adjutant Chen, and walked towards the study.

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In the dead of night, the east wing room was already darkened, and the room was dark.

Huang Fuchen pushed open the door, walked into the room with heavy steps, looked at the darkness of the room, his eyes sank, closed the door with his hand, and continued to walk inside.

Reaching out and rolling up the curtains, he sank closer to the bed.

On the bed, Ye Yanran sat in the corner, curled up, her arms clasped around her knees, her eyes fell on a dark light in a daze, her clear eyes were full of tears, and tears were dripping silently.

Huang Fuchen paused slightly, his footsteps stopped, looking at the woman's appearance, his heart was full of pain, and there was a burst of anger.

"What are you doing hiding inside?" Huang Fuchen's voice fell in a deep voice.

Ye Yanran didn't move for a long time, just shed tears, Ah Zhuo. Azhuo... How can you leave like this ...

Seeing that the woman was unmoved, Huang Fuchen reached out and began to untie the military uniform on his body, connecting the blue shirt, until he was bare-chested, rubbed off his military boots, and climbed on the bed.

Huang Fuchen's long arm stretched out, about to touch the woman, "Yan'er, what's wrong?" ”

"Don't touch me!!" Ye Yanran's sobbing voice fell with cold anger.

The man's palm paused in mid-air, and at this close distance, he could clearly see the crystal clear tears on the woman's face, and the pair of light phoenix eyes were already soaked.

Huang Fuchen's eyes darkened with a layer of luster, and a cold voice fell, "Ah Zhuo's matter has returned to Zhaoyang, so we can be sure!" ”

Ye Yanran's eyes flashed, "Huang Fuchen, didn't you say you wanted to save him?" Why is this happening? Why? ”

Huang Fuchen's palm clenched tightly, and his grip gurgled, "This matter is back to Zhaoyang, and then we will think about it in the long run!" ”

"People are dead! How to think long-term! Ye Yanran shouted loudly.

"Do you think that Ben Shuai will kill him?" Huang Fuchen's long arm dragged across the woman's body, and in the darkness, those deep eyes were glowing with coldness.

Ye Yanran's eyes trembled with tears, staring at the man's eyes, and her voice was cold, "But you said that if I mention it again, you will kill him!" ”

Huang Fuchen's anger filled his chest, "Let's just talk about it!" ”

Ye Yanran's stunned eyes lit up, and she turned her head in a panic and was silent...

A moment of silence.

Huang Fuchen took a heavy breath, lay down, pillowed his arms behind his head, thinking about this, no matter how you say it, it shouldn't be like this, save people first, and then attack with fire!

If he couldn't save people, Master Lin would not dare to attack with fire, how could such an order be carried out wrongly.

Huang Fuchen was puzzled, and looked at the woman who was still shrunk in the corner of the bed, crying, and looking at his heart was particularly annoyed.

"Don't sleep yet! Where and what are you doing? Go back to Zhaoyang tomorrow morning! Huang Fuchen shouted heavily.

Ye Yanran slowly came back to her senses, and finally lay down, not closing her eyes for a long time, and tears kept falling.

Hopefully, hopefully, tomorrow when Zhaoyang arrives, everything is not as the telegram says, everything is fake, and Azhuo is still alive.

Huang Fuchen glanced sideways, glanced at the woman who was already lying down, and fell to his arms, wanting to hug him, but he withdrew his hand.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't say anything, seeing Ye Yanran's expression gloomy like this, my heart ached for a while, and my chest felt tight.

The two of them lay flat on their backs, but neither of them said a word again.

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One night dawn.

At the gate of the Shuaifu, two cars have been prepared, followed by several carriages.

The car went back first with important people, and the carriage was followed by some maids and maids.

The Overseer's Lady and the Old Lady led little Isha to the car in front.

In the car behind this, Huang Fuchen was holding Ye Yanran's hand on one side, and Jin Yuqiu was about to get into the car on the other side.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves fell.

Ye Yanhai also learned the news yesterday, and arrived early in the morning.

Ye Yanhai jumped off the horse and hurriedly stepped forward, "Young marshal, is Zhuo Shao's matter true?" ”

Huang Fuchen looked at Ye Yanhai with a cold face, and said in a deep voice, "Specifically, I can only confirm it when I go back to Zhaoyang, and I will leave it to you here in Qizhou!" ”

When Ye Yanhai heard this, he nodded hurriedly, "Yes!" ”

Ye Yanhai turned his head to look at Ye Yanran, his red eyes were a little swollen, and anyone could see how long he had been crying.

Ye Yanhai saw it and didn't know what to say, but if Zhuo Shaoruo really had an accident, it would be strange that Yanran didn't cry.

"Yanran, this time you go back to Zhaoyang, just in time to go back to see your father, the telegram said that he has an old problem again, and he is so flustered that he has to grab medicine from time to time."

Ye Yanhai explained, Ye Yanran came back to her senses and nodded, "Well, big brother, I will definitely go to see my father, you take care of yourself in Qizhou." ”

"You too!" Ye Yanhai nodded, glanced at Huang Fuchen again, and then spoke, "Yanran, follow the young marshal well, don't lose your temper." ”

Ye Yanhai's instructions fell on Ye Yanran's ears, which was extremely jerky, she didn't respond, and turned her face.

"Alright, it's all on board!" Huang Fuchen spoke in a deep voice.

With a woman on the side, he got into the back seat, Adjutant Chen stepped forward and closed the car door, nodded politely to Ye Yanhai on the side, and got into the passenger seat.

A moment later, the mighty convoy departed with the carriage.

Until the gate of the Young Marshal's Mansion fell, Ye Yanhai took off the military hat on his head, patted the dust, looked up and took a deep look at the plaque of the Marshal's Mansion, turned over his horse again, and ran towards the barracks.

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In the afternoon of the next day, Zhaoyang, the Overseer's Mansion.

Two dusty cars arrived first and came to a steady stop.

Adjutant Chen immediately got out of the car and went to the Overseer's Mansion to report, and in a short time, a large line of maids and servants ran out to greet them, all of whom were wearing plain clothes and white veils.

The Overseer's wife helped the old lady out of the car in front of her, and a maid stepped forward and took little Isha's hand.

Behind the car, Jin Yuqiu got out of the car first, Huang Fuchen was holding Ye Yanran's hand, got out of the car, Jin Yuqiu saw it, quietly stood on the other side of the man, did not dare to hold the man's arm with his hand, just raised his eyes to look at the man's cold side face, and followed quietly.

When he stepped into the Overseer's Palace, white silk was hung around him, and the white ridges were tied into knots one after another, hanging all under the eaves around him, and even the red lanterns turned into white lanterns.

There was a solemn and gloomy scene all around.

The old lady looked up at everything in front of her, and her palms trembled.

"Mother~~, I'll help you in!" The Overseer's wife hurriedly took the old lady's hand tightly and comforted her.

Ye Yanran's footsteps stopped softly, looking at the white silk around her, the long black carpet on the ground, leading to the hall of the Overseer's Mansion, a pair of phoenix eyes froze.

Huang Fuchen stopped, looked sideways at the woman beside him, held the woman's cold little hand in the palm of his hand, and felt the trembling coldness.

The man's deep eagle eyes narrowed slightly, converging into a cold light, and a cold voice fell, "Go!" ”

Huang Fuchen's arm suddenly wrapped around Ye Yanran's shoulder, almost carrying the woman's weak body and walking inside.

Jin Yuqiu saw it on the side, his eyes were deep, and he followed closely.

In the front yard of the Overseer's Palace, a mourning hall was placed, with a black-and-white photograph in the center, black and white silk cloth surrounding the frame, and a horrific coffin in front of the desk.

It was surrounded by mourning servants.

Ye Yanran suddenly broke free of Huang Fuchen's arm and approached the photo, the photo in the frame was taken by Huang Fuzhuo when he came back from studying abroad and went to the foreign photo studio with himself, the handsome eyebrows, and the corner of his lips had a light smile, so familiar, as if it was in front of him, as if it was just yesterday.

"Yuping~~, help me in!" The old lady was powerless to speak, she really couldn't face the pain of this white-haired man sending black hair, and she was almost powerless.

"Mother, I'll help you in immediately!" The Overseer's wife spoke quickly.

Huang Fuchen's sword eyebrows were deeply locked, and he landed on the coffin placed in the center of the hall, and glanced at Ye Yanran in front of him.

At this moment, Ye Yanran's cheeks had quietly slipped tears, and her whole body froze and fixed in place.

Huang Fuchen beckoned to the old butler of the Overseer's Mansion on the side.

"Young Marshal~!" The old butler immediately stepped forward and bowed his head respectfully.

"What about the Overseers?" Huang Fuchen's deep voice spoke.

The old housekeeper hurriedly retreated, "Young Marshal, the day before yesterday, when I saw the corpse that Young Master Zhuo had brought back, I couldn't stand on my feet all of a sudden, and I invited a doctor to come over that day, and the Overseer is now either in the study or in the bedroom, and he doesn't come to the mourning hall." ”

Hearing this, Huang Fuchen waved his hand at the old butler.

The old butler stepped back again.

"Ye Yanran! You still have the face to come here!! A sharp voice fell, and Jin Xueli stood at the gate of the mourning hall, dressed in white mourning clothes, with a white cloth around her head, wearing a hundred flowers, a pair of red and swollen eyes, and two maids standing beside her.

Ye Yanran turned around slowly, with tears on her face, and looked at Jin Xueli at the door.

"Ye Yanran! You evil spirit! Jin Xueli shouted excitedly, and the whole person rushed up at once, grabbing Ye Yanran's arm with a pair of arms.

"It's all you! It's all because of you! Dr. Zhuo will die, it's all yours who hurt him! Jin Xueli excitedly pulled Ye Yanran's clothes.

"What to do!!" Huang Fuchen shouted sharply, stepped forward and pushed Jin Xueli away.

The two maids hurriedly stepped forward to support Jin Xueli, "Young Grandma Zhuo, don't get excited, be careful of hurting your body." ”

Ye Yanran was held in Huang Fuchen's arms, looking at Jin Xueli with tearful eyes, but crying silently.

"You're not qualified to cry!" Jin Xueli scolded excitedly, "Ye Yanran, you killed Ah Zhuo, you still have the face to cry!" Don't cry! You're not qualified! You get me out! Get out! ”

"What to do!!" Huang Fuchen shouted again, staring at Jin Xueli angrily, "She is your sister-in-law, what are you yelling about!" This is the mourning hall! Don't fool around! ”

Jin Xueli couldn't cry silently, staring at Ye Yanran, her eyes fell on Huang Fuchen's face, "Young marshal~~, you defend her, but I can't, she killed Ah Zhuo!" If it weren't for her, Ah Zhuo wouldn't have gone to Black Rock Ridge at all, he could have opened a medical hall and become a doctor, why! I'd rather die than I'm the one who would rather die! And not Azhuo! Whining~~! ”

Jin Xueli sobbed excitedly, her eyes were red, her nose was red, and her whole cheeks were much haggard.

"Woo~~! Dr. Zhuo! Profound~~! Jin Xueli broke free from the two maids, threw herself on the coffin excitedly, and kept slapping the coffin board, "Why are you so cruel to me and leave me so early!" Why! Whining~~! ”

A heart-rending cry came into Ye Yanran's ears, her heartstrings throbbed, and her heart seemed to be cut open one after another.

At this time, Jin Yuqiu's eyes sank slightly, walked behind Jin Xueli, stretched out his hand and patted Jin Xueli gently, "Xueli'er, people can't be resurrected after death, mourn!" It's not good to cry and hurt your body! ”

"Ah~~woo~~!" Jin Xueli cried more and more bitterly, and the whole person almost lay on the coffin board.

“。。。” Jin Xueli suddenly stopped crying, her eyes were white, her body was weak, her whole person fainted, and her body slowly slipped down the coffin.

"Huh? Snow off!! Snow off! What happened to you? Jin Yuqiu suddenly became nervous, and reached out to support Jin Xueli, who had fainted.

The maid hurriedly stepped forward and followed to support her, Ye Yanran saw it, her face full of tears, paused slightly, and was about to step forward.

Huang Fuchen's palm grabbed the woman's hand, stopped her, and fell in a deep voice, "You don't have to go over!" Not to be seen! ”

After saying that, Huang Fuchen turned his head to look at the old housekeeper, and the old housekeeper immediately ran out to call the doctor in the house.

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A moment later ...

The other living room in the Overseer's Mansion was full of people.

The old lady was sitting, her face was full of wrinkles, her eyes were already red, and she had just burst into tears, and two maids stood behind her, beating her back.

"Mother! Drink some jujube tea, don't be too sad, people can't be resurrected after death, be careful of hurting your body. The Overseer's wife took a cup of tea, blowing the heat, and handed it to the old lady.

"Ahem, cough, ahem~~!" There was a heavy cough, and the old Overseer came down the stairs on crutches, followed by the old servant.

The old overseer sat down, glanced at the people sitting on the sofa, and finally landed on Huang Fuchen, and said in a deep voice, "Are they all here?" ”

"Dad, everyone is here!" Huang Fuchen responded in a deep voice.

On the left side of Huang Fuchen sat Ye Yanran, who looked empty, and on the right side sat Jin Yuqiu, who quietly lowered his head.

The Overseer sighed heavily as he heard this, his brow grim, his hands rubbing his cane, and his eyes rubbing their crutches.

"Overseer." The old housekeeper stepped forward and handed over a list, "In three days, it will be the first seven of Young Master Zhuo, and here is the list of people who have come to mourn, please take a look." ”

"Got it~, you can do it, don't tell me." The old overseer waved his hand very weakly, seeing that the three sons, the eldest is gone, the third is gone, and there is only such a perennial war outside, and there are many people who can't accept it.

The old Overseer looked at Huang Fuchen, "Bochen, what the hell is going on?" Even if Heishiling is a rampant bandit, he will not have the courage to kill the dignified Third Young Master of Huangfu, not to mention that Master Lin said that this fire was ignited by us! ”

Huang Fuchen's eyes sank, and he looked at the old overseer with a stern expression, "Dad, Bochen is going to confront Master Lin about this matter, there are all female dependents here, specifically, let's let Master Lin come over in a while, and discuss it in detail in the study." ”

The old Overseer looked at the ladies in the living room and fell silent.

At this time, a servant came out of the back hall with a doctor, who had just finished diagnosing Jin Xueli.

The doctor walked up to the crowd and greeted them respectfully.

The Overseer's Lady was the first to speak at this time, "Doctor, is this young grandmother Zhuo okay?" ”

The doctor hurriedly bowed his hand back, "Fortunately, the patient is too sad, I am afraid that he eats less and sleeps less, so his body is weak, of course, there is a little more, this is happy, and he is naturally even weaker... ”

"Happy?" The Overseer's voice rose to a rhetorical voice.

Everyone looked up at the doctor in amazement.

Seeing everyone's stunned expressions, the doctor suddenly came to his senses, "Yes, Grandma Zhuo is already happy, and it is estimated that it has only been a month." ”

When the old woman heard this, her hands trembled, she suddenly closed her palms, and bowed to the sky, "Oh my God, God bless, my ancestors blessed my Huangfu family, and even left a bloodline for Ah Zhuo, it's really good!" ”