"The past cannot be recalled, let's mourn and change!"

Before I knew it, tears had spread all over my face.

The pathos in front of him was too great, Jiang Qingping stood here for a long time before he finally came back to his senses.

The emptiness and despair of his eyes were like two endless vines, winding him fiercely, without the slightest gap, almost strangling the person to death, Jiang Qingping only felt that the whole person was even breathing in pain, without a gap.

The two people who were scavenging there were also frightened by the formation, so shocked that they even picked up the crutches in their hands and were about to leave.

"Yes, I'm sorry, we, we're going right away, we're going right away, we're going right away."

Zhao Si'er waved her hand and signaled no.

This is a scar in the heart, no matter how much the situation changes outside, it will not be able to change the heart that is already full of scars.

Jiang Qingping has been standing in front of the door, the sky gradually moved from light to darkness, until a long time, there was heavy snow in the sky, and pieces of snowflakes fell on Jiang Qingping's black hat, which made people feel frightened.

"It's getting dark, let's go to Su Mansion first!"

In the end, Jiang Qingping seemed to have finally come back to his senses, slowly turned his steps, and his eyes returned to that clarity, but Zhao Si'er clearly saw great sadness in his eyes.

In the evening, the sky darkened little by little, and an extremely luxurious sedan chair was parked in front of the Su family.

In the house, Su Xiao welcomed the two very well.

"Are you coming back here?"

Her own affairs are still a mess, and she still doesn't know how to deal with them.

Jiang Qingping's face was tense, and the light of the fire in the furnace shone on his face, reflecting sharp edges and sharp eyebrows.

"The emperor sent me to supervise the river management in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and secretly investigated the matter of repairing the river, so I specially asked for orders and came back to see."

For a while, Su Xiao didn't know what to say, his family was ruined, and all his thoughts were lost, nothing more than this.

"Hey, the old man Jiang was thrown into a mass grave at that time, I have already gone there to look for it, but I didn't find anything, so I found the clothes he loved to wear before his death, and left a tomb for him."

Hearing this, Jiang Qingping raised his head suddenly, his eyes were scarlet, "Is there really nothing left?"

"Yes, I've hollowed out all the mass graves, and I haven't found his body."

Jiang Qingping's eyes dimmed for a moment, as if everything had disappeared and nothing was no longer bright.

Su Xiao also lowered his eyes, and the pain in his heart was drilled one by one, "The deceased has passed away, when I am free tomorrow, go and have a look."

I had no sleep all night, and early the next day, Jiang Qingping changed into a scholar's shirt and went to the grave.

It was snowing heavily, and the thin clothes were constantly fluttering in the wind.

Zhao Si'er stood in front of the door, looked at the basket containing yellow paper in Jiang Qingping's hand, and walked forward step by step.

"On such a cold day, why do you have to wear so thin, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Su Xiao knew in his heart, "When Old Man Jiang was still there, he often wore it like this, thinking about it, it would make the old man feel familiar."

The heavy snow had no legs, and Jiang Qingping walked for a long time before he finally arrived at the clothed mound.

A stone monument-like thing, with a mound of earth behind it, towering, cold, and not at all popular.

Jiang Qingping felt that his legs softened, inch by inch, and knew that he was completely kneeling on the ground.

"Dad, the child is not filial, I came to see you, the child came to see you so late, don't be angry with the child."

The deserted wilderness was full of the howling of the cold wind, and there was no echo at all.

"Dad, the child is in high school, he won the top prize, and he is also the top of the high school rankings in the palace exam, this is what you have been looking forward to, the child has not insulted his mission, the child has done it, but, but, you, you can't see it."

Douda's tears were full of remorse, and they instantly froze on the ground, making people chill.

Jiang Qingping's words

The sentence told him about his past in the capital, and for a long time, he knew that all the yellow paper in the basket was burned, and the sky was completely dark before he came back slowly.

It was cold and snowy, where was the thin clothes enough to wrap the body, and the whole body had already been frozen with ice, and it was red.

Zhao Si'er was shocked when she saw it, and hurriedly wrapped the big coat around him and pulled the person to the side of the stove.

"On such a cold day, look at you, you have frostbite on your hands!"

Jiang Qingping pursed his lips and refused to say half a word, his eyes were full of pathos and emptiness, lifeless.

Su Xiao stood on the side, looking at him quietly, without saying a word.

After a long time, the ice in the corner of Jiang Qingping's eyes completely melted, and he raised his eyes to look at the person next to him, "Where is the person who killed my father?"

Su Xiao knew that he would ask, and straightened up slightly, "Ling Shuang, you know, she was involved in it, and now she has returned to the west, as for Wang Yixiu, he is cunning, and he has not been found yet, and the rest, the housekeeper of the Jiang family, is still in prison, waiting for you to deal with it."

Hearing this, Jiang Qingping raised his head suddenly, and his clean face revealed a burst of ruthlessness, and Su Xiao, who saw it, was shocked.

In prison, Jiang Qingping has changed into a dark robe, he no longer wears the simple scholar's clothes on weekdays, full of anger, step by step into the dungeon, like a god who came out of hell.

Su Xiao followed behind him and didn't say anything in the end.

Inside, the housekeeper of the Jiang family had sharp eyes, and he saw Jiang Qingping's figure at a glance.

He has suffered a lot in the dungeon these days, he has been working as a housekeeper in the Jiang family, and he has countless money in his hands, where has he suffered such grievances, the food here is rancid, it is really difficult to swallow. Z.br>

"Young Master, Young Master, you are finally here, you are finally here, you save me, get me out, I, I can't stay here any longer!"

Jiang Qingping's eyes were sharp, staring at the person in the prison, eager to stare that person out of a hole.

Just as the housekeeper was chilled, Jiang Qingping snorted suddenly, not knowing what it meant.

The housekeeper also laughed, "Young master, young master, these days when you left, the old slave and I have been dutiful, managed the house in an orderly manner, and have not been lazy for more than half a point, young master, you look at our previous relationship, you, you can't abandon me!"

Jiang Qingping turned around suddenly, and in the dim dungeon, Jiang Qingping's eyes were particularly cold, "Butler, you said that you managed the Jiang family in an orderly manner, then let me ask you, why has the Jiang family become a pile of ruins now, where is my father now, and where are the rest of the Jiang family, you say!"

The housekeeper, who was already skinny, couldn't help but shrink for a moment when he heard this.