There was a tingling pain in his heart, and Qin Changhuan bent down slightly in pain.

"Girl, don't look any further, the second girl will be sad."

Yun Yi helped Qin Changhuan turn around in distress, not looking at the hot spring pool, Rao is her, and now she can smell the smell of blood in the pool.

It seems that what is inside is not clear water, but blood water.

Qin Changhuan stabilized his thoughts, brushed away Yun Yi's hand, and walked towards the hall.

There are one hundred and twenty-three people in the Qin family.

The tablets of Qin Shu and his wife are in the middle, and next to them are the tablets of Qin Yunge, Qin Chang'an and Qin Changhuan.

Qin Changhuan didn't know who was standing here, thinking that it might be the old man, she looked at her own tablet and lost her mind a little.

Yes, Qin Changhuan is dead, and he should set up a tablet to commemorate the past.

Yunyi on the side explained in a warm voice: "Girl, we are afraid that the renovation of the old house will cause too much movement, so we don't dare to move, and ask the girl to take a moment." ”

After the Qin family was destroyed, the emperor issued a ban not allowing anyone to mention the Qin family, and over time, the house was also abandoned.

If some people know that someone has returned to this house, I am afraid that it will cause some unnecessary trouble.

"It doesn't matter."

Qin Changhuan waved his hand and motioned for Yun Yi to retreat.

She knelt in front of the futon, folded her hands in front of her, kneeling there for a long time, without speaking, if it weren't for the slight trembling of her eyelashes, it would have made people think that it was a sculpture.

After a long time, Qin Changhuan picked up Qin Chang'an's tablet, she carefully wiped the dust on it, and whispered gloomily: "Brother, it was because I saw the wrong person at the beginning that caused you to die in vain." ”

She died at the age of six, went to Yin Yang Mountain at the age of eight, stayed on the mountain for eight years, and when she was sixteen years old, Yan Heng went up the mountain to ask the hidden saint Qin Changhuan to help him win the country.

That year, in the midst of the peach blossoms on Yinyang Mountain, she had to meet the young Yan Heng, fell in love at first sight, bid farewell to the master, and went down the mountain to help Yan Heng seize the country.

She knew that Yan Heng was the Yan family and her enemy, but Yan Heng was amazingly talented, different from the rest of the Yan family, she thought she had found Ruyi Langjun, but who would have thought that after all, she saw the wrong person.

At the beginning, her brother had persuaded her, but she was stubborn, thinking that Yan Heng was not that kind of person, and her brother had always loved her, so he helped Yan Heng seize the country together.

But later......

When he dreamed back at midnight, Qin Changhuan could always dream that his brother was covered in blood, standing in front of her, looking at her with disappointment.

Her heart suddenly twisted like a knife.

After Qin Changhuan wiped the tablet clean, he put it back in its original position upright, and then hugged Qin Yunge's tablet down and held it in his heart.

"Song, Song......"

She murmured in pain, a heart was already blurred with flesh and blood, and the cold wind came through the torn heart, causing her limbs to tremble in pain.

Qin Changhuan has been on Yin Yang Mountain for eight years, and he doesn't spend much time with this sister, but in the end, Qin Yunge actually died for her for her!

In the end, she ended up being skinned and cramped by Yan Heng and Helan Qingyi, how could she not feel distressed?

In this long night, Qin Changhuan knelt in front of the tablet of the Qin family, and cried for the first time, which was the first time she cried in the past three years.

In those three years, she was heartbroken day and night, and she always had to shed tears of grievance, but she could only force the tears back.

"This old mansion of Qinfu, no one has been here for a long time."

A hoarse and cold voice broke through the air, and the bright red figure fell on the beams of the room, the golden mask covered most of his face, and the slender phoenix eyes were dimly lit, and the evil spirit was fleeting.

He squinted his eyes lightly, looked at the main hall condescendingly, and a strange streamer crossed his eyes: "I never thought that in the past three years, someone would be worried about this old mansion of Qinfu." ”

The man sighed with a little emotion, and his hoarse voice was gloomy and cold in this night: "Girl, you are really bold, you dare to come to this murderous mansion, are you not afraid of death?" ”

"Your Excellency seems to be more afraid of death than me." Qin Changhuan slowly turned around and squinted at the man who looked like a Shura with peach blossom eyes.

She was dressed in black gauze, her skirt drooping, and she was swayed by the cold wind, like a terrible ghost whimpering and crying.

There was no blood on his face, and it was particularly terrifying to look at.

"How can a man who has died once be afraid of death?"

The man laughed lowly, his tone penetrating, and his words were a little careless, but they made people feel a little stunned, and there was a lot of blood in them.

"In that case, then you might as well die again!"