The handsome and cold man leaned over gently, hugged the young man's waist in vain, and his side face was gathered in the slightly illusory sunlight, which was even more outstanding.

The servant with his head bowed wide open: I—I'm not dreaming, am I?

This...... What the heck?!

The third master would actually take the initiative to be a relative?

And it's so gentle that it's not like words.

The servants watched secretly.

Qin Zong stretched out his hand, his slender fingers smoothed out the young man's slightly messy black hair, rubbed it gently, and laughed in a low voice, "Good, I'll be back soon." ”

The man's words were so gentle that they could melt people's hearts, and the servant covered his chest: The third master does not return to the old mansion all year round, and as soon as he comes back, he will stuff them with dog food.

It's even more excessive than the second master.

Young Master Yan snorted softly, his thin lips curled slightly, revealing a flamboyant and cold smile, and he also stretched out his hand and rubbed it heavily on the top of the man's hair, rubbing Qin Zong's smooth black hair.

"You're good."

The young man looked at the man's sharper eyebrows under the messy black hair with pride, hooked his lips and smiled, and rubbed his hands against Qin Zong's cheeks before withdrawing his hand.

Servant...... Stunned.

Wait, wait.

Is this ravaged man really their ruthless Third Master Qin?

Fake!

Ironclad is fake!

"Gone."

Qin Zong turned his eyes sideways, his cold and ruthless eyes fell on the servant's face, his long legs moved, and he turned around and walked in the direction of the ancestral hall.

Qin Ye glanced at it, the temperature was too low, and the servants shrank from the cold: That's right.

This is the third master.

Young Master Yan raised his eyes slightly, his peach blossom eyes swept over the vicissitudes of the ancient mansion, and with a light smile on his thin lips, he walked slowly towards the garden.

The two servants hurried to follow, enthusiastically introducing the young man to the garden.

Just kidding, this is the person brought in by the third master.

Gotta hug your thighs!

Young Master Yan paused at the entrance of the garden.

The sunlight fell on the boy through the gaps in the leaves, reflecting a dappled shadow.

The young man was dressed in white like snow, his face was picturesque, and he stood casually, so handsome that it was so handsome that it caught people's hearts, and the hearts of the servants who watched shook their hearts.

Who wouldn't like this young man so handsome......

Qin Zong opened the Yan Tao, turned the fork of the road in the old house, and walked to the front of a quiet courtyard.

On both sides of the gate, there were already people waiting for him.

Seeing Qin Zong coming from afar, he immediately stepped forward, "Third Master, the old master is already waiting for you in the ancestral hall." ”

Qin Zong nodded coldly, crossed the threshold, and walked into the ancestral hall.

At this moment, the ancestral hall of the Qin family was full of more than a dozen people, but it was silent as if no one was there, and everyone stood solemnly.

It was so quiet that only the occasional whispering of breathing could be heard.

Qin Zong's face was cold and hard, and he walked into the ancestral hall silently.

Mrs. Qin was standing on Qin Zong's left, first sneaking a glance at Qin Yi, the old man hadn't turned around, and hurriedly glanced at Qin Zong.

A sucker!

At this time, why don't you run quickly, and come back in a hurry to find a scold?!

"Qin Zong, kneel."

Qin Yi turned his back to Qin Zong, the old man's old hand clenched his cane, and his majestic face was full of anger, and he spoke coldly.

The cheers were full of breath, and suddenly they sounded, and they exploded in everyone's ears like spring thunder.

The youngest of the people standing in the ancestral hall is also from Qin Zheng's generation.

was still so frightened that his neck shrunk and he lowered his head and didn't dare to say a word.

Qin Zong's cold eyes did not move, and his voice was cold and indifferent, "Second grandfather, I have never made a mistake, why do I kneel." ”

"Dare you say you're right?"

Qin Yi's cane slammed to the ground, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he suddenly turned around, his cold eyes shot at Qin Zong like lightning.