The Tang family is also eating, but there are only grandparents and grandchildren on the table, and their table is very heroic. It is very much in line with the style of their family of military generals.

"The Zhang family is already so unbearable?" After Mrs. Tang ate a large piece of roast lamb shank, she looked at her grandson.

"You don't know." Tang Leng really didn't know that his grandmother had been in the capital all the time, and he didn't know anything about the Zhang family.

"Who's free to take care of them?" Mrs. Tang was embarrassed to say, she was afraid that if she paid more attention, she would not be able to help but kill them. But looking at his grandson, he apologized, feeling as if he shouldn't have said that about someone's grandmother, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to despise your grandmother." ”

Qingqing said that none of this family is worth saving. Tang Leng gave his grandmother a large chopsticks of green vegetables, and then said a little helplessly.

"She's tougher than me." The old lady nodded, now she feels that she likes Qingqing more and more, in fact, she really likes An An before, An An looks more like Qiao Ye, and Qingqing should be like the Liu family, but it is not very compatible with the temperament of the Qiao family. But Qingqing can comment on the Zhang family like this, she really thinks that this is Qiao Ye's granddaughter, this poisonous tongue is really not something ordinary people can have.

"Grandmother!" Tang Leng looked at his grandmother, can this be a little bit of that?

"By the way, today's report, in addition to loving to investigate cases, Qingqing loves to read the most. It should be like her grandmother. It is not an exaggeration to say that the books she has read are full of pits and valleys, for the past five years, every month, the largest bookstore in the city will send books to her on a monthly basis, and since five years ago, she has read every book on the market! ”

"What's wrong with letting people send books, loving reading?" Tang Leng thinks that reading is better than her experiments, right? Mainly, he reads the book, and if he reads it, he may be able to understand it. In that experiment, he really didn't have any method at all.

"The problem is that you don't like to study, do you? Her ex-fiancé is a Xiucai, and she entered Beijing to prepare for the exam. What will you do if you let him get into the top spot? Mrs. Tang thought about it and said, Qingqing is the granddaughter of the Huang family, and I heard that Zhenniang was favored by the Ximen family before, also because of the name of a talented woman. She took a look at it today, and this girl looked like a very good child, and following her grandson, she deeply felt that maybe it would be more reliable to persuade her grandson.

"They dissolved the marriage, does it have anything to do with me if they win the championship?" Tang Leng thought about it seriously, he really didn't understand what the old lady was talking about.

"You don't understand women, for women, that person is always there, especially when that person is getting better and better, more and more going in the direction she likes, she will always be miserable." Old Madam Tang shook her head, "The important thing is that this kid doesn't eat." When I talk to her, sometimes I don't know if I'm talking to the air, she doesn't know if she's listening. ”

"It's not that she doesn't eat, she's just a little picky. Let's hire a better cook, her taste should be a little more southern, it's nothing. Anyway, just invite two cooks, one south and one north, each eating their own. Tang Leng shook his head, picked up the big bowl, a large chopstick noodle in a chopstick fork, and sucked it into his mouth.

"You eat like this......" Mrs. Tang was a little depressed when she saw her grandson like this, and sure enough, she was not by her side since she was a child, and she really didn't teach her well.

"In the camp, you have to grab the food, otherwise, who will keep it for you?" Tang Leng made a strange face at his grandmother, and lowered his head to eat his food seriously.

Simon left Simon's Mansion after dinner, and he wanted to say goodbye to his mother and them, but standing in front of their door for a while, he felt like a big stone had been pressed in his heart. In the end, he slowly left the house through the side door with his hands behind his back.

But after walking around the street for a long time, I didn't know where to go, and when I turned to the wreckage of the Yue Guo Mansion, I was stunned, how did I come here? I want to leave again, although it has been burned for ten years, but it may be that it was too miserable at the beginning, and the people on this street will be far away when they get here.

He was about to go a little farther, but when he heard a slight sound inside, he frowned, there was no one to guard here, a ruin, could it be that someone came to steal something? He jumped up the wall, and in the distance, he saw two figures, one large and one small, the big one was a white figure wrapped in a whole body, and the small one was chubby, and he was carrying a small lantern. Just by looking at that, I knew that my brain was not good, and who else could stay in the wreckage in the middle of the night besides Qiao Qingqing and Qiao An'an. But what are they doing here?

"Why are you here in the middle of the night?" Ximen Kai jumped down, walked over slowly, stared at Qingqing in protective clothing, and looked left and right, "This place has been cleaned up, after so many years of wind and rain, what else can there be?" ”

"Whoever walks through it will definitely leave a trace." An An said with his head sticking out.

"Why are you here?" Ximen Kai stared down at An An, why was he carrying a lantern a little funny?

"Assistant, do you understand?" An An gave him a roll of his eyes and carried a lantern.

Qingqing slowly turned around the courtyard, "The fire is burning here. ”

"According to the layout, this should be the main house." Ximen opened to look left and right, and said casually, "Yue Guo Mansion, the small courtyard of Lord Fang and his wife." ”

"And where does the old general live?" Qingqing watched the west door open.

"It seems that I heard my grandfather say that this is just the residence of the Fang family in Beijing, and it was given by the ancestor when the country was founded. It has become a tradition that the main house is occupied by the person in charge of the capital. Simon Kai looked left and right and said casually.

"Ten years ago, your grandfather should have been in the Criminal Department, right?" Qingqing thought about it and looked at the west gate.

"yes, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, presumably the case files here, your grandfather should have some records." Qingqing looked sideways at Ximen Kai, if his grandfather had a record, then it was impossible for the Ximen family not to have it.

"I'll go back and ask." Simon nodded, the two have worked together for many years, and he can still help with this matter.

"Thank you!" Qingqing smiled.

"Yue Guo Mansion? Xiao Yue! The west gate opened and looked at the dark remnant garden. His brain moved quickly, and he looked sideways at Qingqing, but shook his head gently, "Forget it, you don't have to reply to me, it has nothing to do with me!" ”

"Gone!" Qingqing didn't plan to go back, and bowed her head and said to An An.

"Oh!" An An carried the lantern and followed by herself, "Sister, what did you see?" ”

"Nothing." Qingqing shook her head.

"It's really burned for ten years, can you still see things?" An An was a little puzzled, he had followed Qingqing for so many years, and it was the first time he had checked the old field ten years ago, he had been watching it for a long time, but he had watched his sister study for a long time, so he asked deliberately.

"Yes, just look for it." Qingqing smiled, took off her protective suit at the back door and put it away. Going out at such a big night, I'm afraid of scaring people to death. An An's protective clothing was in Qiao's house, and he didn't wear it at all, so he looked at the remaining vermilion lacquer, "Why hasn't anyone moved here for ten years?" ”