The General's Mansion was covered with a white curtain, as long as those who came to worship in official uniforms became the only color.

An Yixin saw An Shouhe at a glance. He was wearing a purple pan-necked wide-sleeved robe, covered with a thin black coat, and his expression was gentle and graceful.

I don't know if the scumbag still recognizes me? An Yixin thought in her heart, took a deep breath, and walked straight towards An Shouhe.

At this time, all the memorial ceremonies in the mourning hall had been completed, and the cry roared out and quickly disappeared. Through the countless white mantle spirit flags, it can be seen that the door of the mourning hall has been removed, and the huge coffin is surrounded by young men in white. They are all generals of more than 1,000 households in the Lu family's army, and they are busy passing the thick white linen ropes through the filial piety bars at the moment, preparing to go up to their shoulders.

Seeing that the coffin was about to leave the mourning hall, the servants and maids in the courtyard ran back and forth, leading the coffin that had already worshipped, and the guests waiting in the courtyard were gathered on one side at the moment. They had to walk with the coffin for a while, and then follow the funeral in a sedan chair or disperse on their own.

An Shouhe is not only the person with the highest official position in the courtyard, but also the in-law of the General's Mansion, at this moment, seeing that the relatives of the deceased are crying and busy in the mourning hall, and are about to help arrange the guests to line up, An Yixin has already walked through the courtyard and walked in front of him.

Seeing a fourteen or fifteen-year-old little maid suddenly walk in front of him, neither saluting nor speaking, but looking straight at himself, An Shouhe was surprised in his heart, and couldn't help but look at An Yixin carefully.

The little girl looks average, but from head to toe, it is as if she has just been carefully washed for three or five hours, clean and spotless, the whole person is not like a flower, but like a lotus root, with a sweet fragrance.

However, she is neither a maid in her own mansion, nor is she a maid in the general's mansion judging by her dress. I've never seen her before, and I don't know why she looks at her like this. An Shouhe thought to himself, and there was doubt in his eyes.

An Yixin felt a sigh in her heart, she was only two years old when she left Beijing, and her scumbag father had never seen her since. An Yixin has enough psychological preparation, the scumbag father may not recognize himself, but as the saying goes, flesh and blood are heart-to-heart, seeing that An Shouhe didn't feel anything at all, An Yixin still smiled self-deprecatingly in his heart.

Although he was already an official at the age of thirty-six, although he was handsome and gentle, although there was no arrogance in his gentleness, only vague arrogance, which made him look less like a high-ranking official and more like a well-read Confucian, but he abandoned his wife and daughter, and ignored him for 12 years, he was a scumbag father.

An Yixin clearly remembered that An Shou was the same handsome and upright as he was twelve years ago, and in the process of rising rapidly, the years did not leave scars on him, but added a layer of pearl and jade-like brilliance to him.

It was the brilliance that had been accumulated over the years.

An Yixin thought of the Li family in Wushan Town, and secretly sighed in her heart. She lived to be thirty years old in her previous life, and she could understand why the Li family missed An Shouhe for twelve years without complaining, but she really didn't care for the Li family.

No matter how good a man looks, if he doesn't cherish a woman who is willing to pay for him, he is a scumbag.

An Yixin knew that in An Shouhe's eyes at the moment, she was a little girl, but she still couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth slightly, looking at An Shouhe, revealing a sneer.

An Shouhe's face changed slightly, but he had always been conceited and lenient, and because the general was at the funeral at the moment, he didn't want to make trouble, so he didn't shout and scold, but asked in a suppressed voice, "What are you looking for me?" ”

I just want to see you, and then go back and tell your original partner, the way you are. An Yixin said in her heart, she silently glanced at An Shouhe again, and turned around to leave.

"You ......" An Shouhe was stunned, and when he saw the little maid turn around and leave, he couldn't help but get angry, and shouted in a low voice, "You are rude, you stop." ”

An Yixin paused and turned to look at An Shouhe.

An Shouhe looked at An Yixin's eyes, only to feel that his whole body stiffened inexplicably. Those eyes were as bright as stars and as clear as water, as if they could instantly see all their humble calculations, but when their eyes turned, they passed gently without mentioning them.

An Yixin's lips moved, but he didn't say anything, but turned around again, and was about to leave.

"You stop." A crisp and delicate voice came from the door of the mourning hall, and as the voice came out, a girl wearing a snow-white silk skirt and a snow-white light fur cloak hurriedly walked over.

Her eyebrows are delicate, her skin is like snow, and she is dressed in white clothes and lined with white plum blossoms, which is beautiful and compelling. Although she is still young, her first bloom is enough to make the eyes of everyone who sees her brighten.

An Yixin looked at her, but frowned.

This girl is none other than An Yijie.

An Shouhe saw his daughter walking briskly, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes immediately softened, "It's a mess here, why did you run out by yourself?" Where's your mother? He blamed in his mouth, and his eyes had already looked behind his daughter, but he didn't see Lu Rongjin.

"Mother will come out soon." An Yijie replied, then ignored her father, and turned her face to glare at An Yixin, "Uncle said that she beat you ten boards, why don't you seem to have anything at all?" ”

An Yixin didn't pay attention to An Yijie at all, she heard that Lu Rongjin would come out soon, and she couldn't help but secretly complain in her heart. I haven't seen him for twelve years, and the scumbag can't recognize herself, but Lu Rongjin has just seen herself, but she recognizes it. An Yixin thought in her heart, glanced around, and saw that several officials around her suddenly came over when they saw the prime minister's beloved daughter, and they all showed surprised expressions, and they all bowed their heads and avoided at this moment. An Yixin knew that although An Yijie was still young, she was the daughter of the boudoir, and it was a big violation of the boudoir to suddenly run into the men on such an occasion. In order to prevent his daughter from making a fool of himself, An Shouhe will definitely not let her entangle with him, and will let her go away immediately.

An Yijie also knew that she shouldn't come over, but when she remembered the fall where An Yixin pushed herself in the old lady's room, the anger in her heart rushed up, and she couldn't control herself anymore. She grabbed An Yixin's arm, "Dead girl." She whispered, "I'm going to teach you a good lesson." ”

"Let it go." An Shouhe snorted. He didn't say much, but the meaning in his eyes was clear. The dignified prime minister's daughter, ran over in front of the public just to punish a little girl, what kind of system is this!

"Daddy." An Yijie screamed, her voice was not high, but her tone was really aggrieved.

An Shouhe's face suddenly softened, "Wait for your mother......" He didn't say a word, and changed his words halfway, "Your mother came out." ”

Taking advantage of An Yijie's distraction, An Yixin withdrew her arm, pointed her fingers, and pinched An Yijie before turning her head to look. I saw that behind the huge coffin, Lu Rongjin was dressed in white, with white flowers on his sideburns, and was helping Princess Jiayi out of the mourning hall.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and An Yixin saw a cold glint in Lu Rongjin's eyes, but he immediately turned his gaze and looked at An Shouhe. (To be continued.) )