Yue'er, Huang'er, when you read this letter, you are afraid that your father's life will be short, and you don't have to be too sad. Although the life of a father is not full of children and grandchildren, it is also a complete house of children and grandchildren. In this life of a father, he has a clear conscience, never flatters, and does not oppress the people. Although he is not simple-minded, he is also regarded as convincing people with virtue, hanging pots to help the world, this life is chic and chic, and he is at peace with what he encounters, but he does not lose his elegance and elegance. As a father is still the same sentence: don't take the good as small and do nothing, and don't take the evil as small.

I already know about the housekeeper, but there is a reason for my father, but now is not the time, don't think about revenge, if you can be safe, do nothing, there is a land deed on the outskirts of Pingyang is a garment shop, as well as five hundred taels of silver tickets, a few copper plates, enough for you to barely survive in this troubled world.

Yue'er, you have been naughty since you were a child, but you have to take care of Huang'er in the future, and your father still believes in you very much. There is a three-entry courtyard in the clothing workshop, there are two peach trees in the yard, and you can also make peach blossom brewing, and after brewing every year, sprinkle a cup under the tree, which is regarded as a sacrifice for the father.

Murong Shan Yue looked at Murong Huang on the side, and his younger brother's face showed a calmness different from his age, feeling both heartache and relief. Silently touched his brother's head, and silently made a wish in his heart.

They walked in the direction of Murong Mansion, found a small village, asked the villagers for two sets of clothes, freshened up, and still looked like white-faced scholars.

——On the way there——

A: Have you heard about it, cough, Master Murong is gone.

B: Why do you think good people are so pitiful?

A: This is fate, but you say, why did Master Murong let Steward Zhu take over when he left, shouldn't it be the young master?

B: You don't know this, it's because the master let it, thinking that the young master is too young to rely on the housekeeper.

A: No, how do you say that the young master is the master, and the housekeeper is just a slave, how can there be a master who gives way to the dog.

B: Why don't you believe it, besides, the butler is what you say, don't die?

Murong Huang clenched his fists tightly, his eyes red and terrifying. rushed up and asked, "Say, what's going on?" "They said it because they said it on the road, some people said that it was the young master who poisoned the master, and some said that it was ......, "Okay, don't say it." Murong Huang ran towards Murong Mansion angrily, and Murong Shan Yue followed closely behind.

At this time, at the gate of Murong Mansion, plain clothes are everywhere, but how many people are really sad?

The housekeeper spoke at the door, the sincere and the fake ones below all looked sad, the Murong brothers and sisters felt that they were here, and they finally squeezed into the middle, and the housekeeper also heard what they said, and they couldn't help it anymore, the angry flames burned Murong brothers and sisters rushed forward, and suddenly felt that their arms were being pulled by someone, and then they lost consciousness.

And the butler is weaving one lie after another for his grand hegemony.

-- Celestial Realm --

This place, there is still a desolation in the ointment, I don't know if it is the owner's breath or the characteristics of this place. A woman stood at the edge of this small world, looking down.

"Liuyun, the game has started, and it's time to play again." However, there was no coquettish smile or playfulness on the woman's face. As if recalling something, there was an inexplicable stillness in his eyes, more like the Dead Sea than the silence. A girl on the side nodded, and then the woman said, "That Liuyun, you go down and play." After that, he returned to his original tranquility.