"Don't talk about it." The second lady whispered to Wei Yanqing's words: "As soon as the ninth prince mentions his deceased sister, the lord will be in chaos, I am afraid that we living people have been with the master for so many years, and in the end it is not as good as her name." ”

The grief of the second lady's words, coupled with the grievances on her face, is very easy to arouse the guilt in the man's heart, but she knows the truth of accepting it when she sees it, and as soon as she finished speaking, she was very sad to let Wei Nianying help her back to the room.

After she left, Wei Yanqing stared at her back blankly, with a look of guilt in his eyes.

Soon after the second lady left, several other aunts in the hall also found their own excuses and left.

In a short time, the people in the hall dispersed.

Wei Yanqing stood alone in the hall, his eyes looking at the direction in which the second lady left, but he was thinking about something else.

After a long time, Wei Yanqing came back to his senses and was about to walk away when Wei Zhong walked in from outside.

Wei Zhong is older than Wei Yanqing, and it can be said that he is an old man who watched him grow up, although he is the housekeeper of the Guogong Mansion, he is also quite half of Wei Yanqing's elders.

Wei Zhong stopped Wei Yanqing, who was walking out, and said loudly: "Master, the old prince asked you to go to his courtyard. ”

When Wei Yanqing heard this, his brows furrowed, and he vaguely guessed what the old man was looking for him.

"Wei Bo went back and told my father that I still have something to do, and I will go to see him another day." Wei Yanqing made an excuse to shirk the meeting, and was about to leave after speaking.

Wei Zhong stopped Wei Yanqing again and said in a harmonious voice: "The old prince asked the lord to go to his courtyard today." ”

"Got it." Wei Yanqing responded, but he was a little bored in his heart.

He walked out of the courtyard and wanted to go back to his courtyard, but somehow walked all the way to Wanyuan.

Since the death of Mrs. Wan, Wei Yanqing has never been to this Wanyuan, and now at first glance, Wanyuan is as clean as ever, and he is quite surprised.

Wei Yanqing casually stopped a passing subordinate and asked, "Who is taking care of Wanyuan now?" ”

The man looked at Wei Yanqing strangely, and only replied after a while: "Master Qiyu, it's the young lady who lives." ”

"Miss? Which Miss? Wei Yanqing asked.

"It's the eldest lady......" The subordinate replied in a small voice, for fear that he would anger Wei Yanqing because of his words.

After all, Wei Yanqing doesn't like Wei Qianyao, everyone knows it.

Wei Yanqing didn't expect that it was Wei Qianyao who moved into Wanyuan, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and waved his hand to the person: "Okay, you go down!" ”

"Yes." The man answered, and then left the place quickly.

Wei Yanqing looked at Wan Yuan, hesitated, and walked in.

Wei Yanqing had just walked into Wanyuan, and Shi Yi wanted to show up and stop him, but was stopped by Shi Liu.

Shi Liu's eyes fell on Wei Yanqing, but he shook his head at Shi Yi.

During this period, Wei Yanqing had already entered the courtyard of Wanyuan.

The doors and windows of the hut in Wanyuan were not closed, and Wei Yanqing vaguely saw a plain-clothed woman standing in front of a wall through the door, looking up at a painting hanging on the wall quietly.

Wei Yanqing saw the woman in the painting clearly, was slightly stunned, and then looked at the plain-clothed woman in front of the painting, and then realized that the two women looked like a mold carved out, but the eyebrows and eyes of the people in the painting were full of gentleness, and the eyebrows and eyes of the people in front of the painting were full of coldness, the two looked the same, but their temperaments were very different.

And Wei Yanqing realized at this time that he couldn't remember the appearance of his deceased wife for a long time, even if he had been thinking about it, he still couldn't escape the passage of time, things and people.