"Big young master!"

Qi Chengkun, the old housekeeper of Lengfu, who was going to go out to run errands, had just stepped out of the big threshold with one foot, and when he saw the person jumping off the horse, he was stunned for a moment and shouted loudly.

"The eldest young master, the eldest young master is back!"

The subordinates who followed the door instantly spread the news all over the Zhenguo Mansion.

"Zhuo Heng!"

The old lady Leng swept away the old state, threw off the crutches and hurried out from his residence, walking like flying.

"Grandpa!"

Entering the mansion gate, halfway through, Leng Zhuoheng held the old lady Leng up.

He knew the old lady Leng's expectation of him.

"Zhuo Heng, you're back!" Old lady Leng excitedly grabbed Leng Zhuoheng's hand.

So excited, so unexpected!

He didn't expect Leng Zhuoheng to come back suddenly, and no one in the whole house expected it.

The news that Leng Qinlan was burned to death in the Tai Hospital Old Lady Leng didn't plan to pass it on to Leng Zhuoheng at the beginning, in the eyes of Old Lady Leng, Leng Zhuoheng would not care about Leng Qinlan's life and death, even if he spread the news, he just glanced at it and put it away.

Old lady Leng didn't think about using Leng Qinlan's death to lure Leng Zhuoheng back to Lin'an City, and he wouldn't do anything that he thought would fail.

Just a few days ago, the deadline for people from the border pass to return to Lin'an City to visit relatives has arrived, and they are ready to return to the border pass, and before leaving, they come to Lengfu to ask if they have anything to say to General Leng, and the old lady Leng mentioned Leng Qinlan's death by the way, and in the handwritten letter he wanted to send, the news about Leng Qinlan did not leave a word.

Not to mention that Old Lady Leng thought that Leng Zhuoheng would not care about Leng Qinlan's life and death, even if he really had any reaction, he would never rush back so quickly.

However, now standing in front of him, it is really his eldest grandson who is being held by him!

"Yes, come back and have a look."

Compared with Old Lady Leng's excitement, Leng Zhuoheng was very calm.

A sculpted angular face that was extremely similar to Leng Boyuan's appearance did not fluctuate at all, and his eyes calmly scanned the surroundings.

For four years, the home is still like this, but it doesn't have the taste of his childhood.

What was it like four years ago?

experienced the death of his mother, experienced his father's disregard for his mother's feelings, took a concubine when his mother was critically ill, and saw his father's love for the woman named Ye Xue, and cherished their daughter like a pearl in his palm...... And then I experienced my father's death......

If you want to ask which of these flavors is the only sweetness, only when I was a child, I relied on my mother's arms, even if my mother was terminally ill, that arms were warm and sweet.

"Dad, it's rare for Zhuo Heng to come back, and my daughter-in-law will go to prepare a big banquet for the eldest young master."

Zhao Xinrou showed the posture of the master on the side.

"Go quickly, sour and spicy osmanthus fish, golden enoki root...... Ask Lao Qi, all the food that Zhuo Heng loves to eat, he must have suffered a lot at the border in the past few years, come back and make up for it! Old lady Leng hurriedly ordered.

"I'll go and ask someone to clean up Zhuo Heng's residence."

Although these miscellaneous things should have been Zhao Xinrou's worries, Leng Shuyuan also mixed them up in order to show something.

"Go, go!" Old lady Leng waved his hand.

"Big brother."

Leng Qingzhu and Leng Qingyao also followed.

There is no way, who made this Leng family grandson the most powerful person in the Leng family at present, and still retains the title of a general, who made this Leng family grandson weigh heavily in the old lady's mind.

Although Leng Zhuoheng is Leng Qinlan's eldest brother, but they have such a sense of zài and take it away, isn't it very vindictive?

Leng Zhuoheng nodded at the two cousins, his eyes swept over Leng Qingzhu, who was once praised as the first woman in Lin'an City, without any waves, and lightly turned to Leng Qinglian, who was standing silently on the other side, and nodded, which was regarded as greeting the three cousins.

At this time, the entire Leng Mansion unintentionally or deliberately forgot about Leng Qinlan's storage, and forgot about whether to go to Baiyunguan to pick up people.

And Old Lady Leng couldn't remember to tell Leng Zhuoheng anything about Leng Qinlan's life and death.

Before, for Leng Boyuan, he was a grandfather who loved his granddaughter, but now, in front of Leng Zhuoheng, who had no good impression of Leng Qinlan, he didn't need to have any expression.

"Zhuo Heng, let's go, go into the house with grandpa." Old lady Leng held Leng Zhuoheng's hand and didn't let go for a moment, for fear that Leng Zhuoheng would never go back if he shook his hand.

"Don't worry, grandpa, I want to go to the ancestral grave to put incense on the pillar and worship my father and mother." Leng Zhuoheng's footsteps did not follow Old Lady Leng.

"Now?" The cold old lady was stunned.

"Yes, now." Leng Zhuoheng replied very firmly.

I haven't been home for a few years, and when I come back, I worship my father and mother first, which is right, and Mrs. Leng can't refute it.

"The eldest young master has not yet settled down, and he is in a hurry, why don't you let the old slave prepare the needs for worship, and accompany the eldest young master to the grave tomorrow with the whole family?"

Qi Chengkun asked tentatively, he knew that at this time, Old Lady Leng was completely reluctant to let go of Leng Zhuoheng's hand.

Not to mention the love of ancestors and grandchildren, Old Lady Leng grabbed Leng Zhuoheng, which was to grasp the hope of more than half of the Leng family, but he looked forward to it for several years.

"I don't have to bother my grandfather and everyone, I just want to say a few words to my mother alone." Leng Zhuoheng's attitude is also very resolute.

Old lady Leng was helpless, afraid that it would backfire if she clenched tightly, so she had to let go first, "Okay, you go to the ancestral grave to incense, come back before noon, we are all waiting to catch the wind and wash the dust for you." ”

Leng Zhuoheng nodded, turned around and walked out of the Leng Mansion, rode on his horse and ran straight towards the ancestral tomb of the Leng family.

When he arrived at the ancestral grave, he first bowed to his mother three times, silently tombstone, and a thousand words turned into silence.

Standing side by side with Leng Zhuoheng's mother is Leng Boyuan's tomb.

Leng Zhuoheng remembered that when his father's bones were transported back from the front line of the border pass, it was a pile of fragments, and the battle was very bad, General Leng of Zhenguo Gong of the famous town of Dongchu was not only killed in battle, but the corpse was also mutilated into a pile of pieces, only by clothing and some characteristics to distinguish and converge, even so it could not be regarded as a complete corpse, what a tragic situation!

After bowing to Leng Bo three times, Leng Zhuoheng walked out of the sect tomb and came to the periphery.

There are three or two small tombs on the periphery of the sect tomb, one of which belongs to Ye Xue.

Although Ye Xue's grave was dug up by Feng Qianxiang and opened the coffin for inspection, and the bones were missing, the Leng family later filled in the tomb, and only a few people knew about the loss of Ye Xue's bones. Therefore, Leng Zhuoheng, who had just returned to Ancheng, although he occasionally heard some news when he was at the border, he didn't know the real situation.

Leng Zhuoheng stood in front of Ye Xue's grave, his lowered gaze staring at the marks that had just been filled in by the excavation beside the grave.

When he returned to Lin'an City, he didn't tell anyone that he had returned to the Leng family after a four-year absence because of Leng Qinlan's death.

But that's just the way it is.

Because of Leng Qinlan's death, he was trapped in the Xiliao camp and encountered danger. Originally, he already thought that the news was false, but after being rescued, he returned to the Dongchu camp and heard that someone had broken into the military camp as a Xiliao soldier in order to pass a message to him, so he believed it for seven points.

It was these seven points that made him decide to use the family leave he had never used in four years and return to Lin'an City.

As for the person who returned to the border pass to carry the letter for Old Lady Leng, he missed it with Leng Zhuoheng on the way at all, so Leng Zhuoheng didn't know that he couldn't distinguish Leng Qinlan's body at the beginning, and the two bones were buried together.

Leng Zhuoheng only walked around the tomb of the sect, and there was no trace of touching the soil, but Ye Xue's grave was obviously moving, so he stopped in front of him.

At this time, Leng Zhuoheng was still strange, even if Leng Qinlan was seriously ill and became a waste, why was he not qualified to be buried in the sect grave after death? Moreover, not even a grave, a stone for identity?

When he first returned to Lin'ancheng, he didn't know the news that things had taken a big turn two days ago.

Squatting down, Leng Zhuoheng picked up a handful of soil, held it in his palm, and slowly flowed out along the gap between his fingers......

If it weren't for hearing the news of Leng Qinlan's death, he didn't know that he still cared a little bit about this sister who had hated him for more than ten years, even if that care was very little, but it was worth him to fall into the trap of the Western Liao Kingdom and almost couldn't get out of the camp of the Western Liao.

After all, they are all children of the same father, and now they are all children who have lost their homes.

Although the Zhenguo Mansion was still standing in Lin'an City, guarded by the Leng family, he knew that from the moment her mother died, his home was incomplete, and when even his father was martyred, his home had been broken.

In the past four years, he has not returned to Anseong, and how many of them are unwilling to touch the sad past? How much is the hatred of Leng Qinlan? Is there no nostalgia for his past?

"It turns out that Leng Dashao is not as ruthless to his sister as the legend says."

An abrupt voice sounded behind Leng Zhuoheng.

Leng Zhuoheng's thick eyebrows frowned slightly, sprinkled all the soil in his palm, clapped his hands and stood up.

Someone appeared behind him, and he didn't even notice it in advance.

If that sentence was a fatal stab, he would not be able to stand here in peace at this time.

And what made Leng Zhuoheng even more unhappy was that his own heart was broken by someone.

Even if he has admitted in his heart that he cares a little about his half-sister, this kind of concern should be abandoning the casual stubbornness of his youth, and the sympathy after facing the destruction of his family, but he is unwilling to express it in plain language in the face of others.

"Who are you?" Leng Zhuoheng didn't look back.

With his back to the uninvited guest behind him, his sword-like eyes are as vigilant and sharp as if he had spotted an enemy on the battlefield.

"If you don't turn back, how do you know who I am?"

The voice of the person behind him was flat and bland, like a sudden breeze in summer.

There is no killing intent swept by any strong wind.

Hidden killing means invisible, and it is the pinnacle of danger!

Leng Zhuoheng knew that even if he turned around, he might not know who was coming, so he didn't turn around to check at the first time like most people reacted, but just relied on his feelings to be vigilant.

His eyes stared at the front of him, and Leng Zhuoheng slowly turned around.

The person behind him stood upright, Leng Zhuoheng's gaze slanted down, and he swept across the slender green shirt, as if he was stunned by a glance......

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