Miss you so much, in this night.

The burrow lit a lamp, and the four walls were also gloomy, the candles wept, people did not sleep, but the end of the song was scattered.

In the middle of the south wall, a painting is hanging.

The woman, with sideburns like a pile of crows, hibiscus and jade, slender posture, and pointed jaw, is clearly a peerless beauty in the city, sitting upright with moth eyebrows, and her eyes are as soft as water.

It's like a laugh but not a laugh.

She is Fang Yin's mother, she is Yin Wan'er, Fang Yin finally saw her.

People are in the painting, and people are in the painting.

It can be confirmed that her face is seven points similar to Fang Yinzhi, and the remaining three points are Lin Dai.

The mirage is not false, the fragments of memory are forever engraved in the depths of the mind, and when you wake up, the dream is flooding, and once you appear in front of you.

Fang Yin finally understood that what fell in love at first sight was not love, but a kind of fate.

This is Fangfu, which is in the capital.

The imperial capital of the Longjing Dynasty, where the center of the world is located, the population of the capital is tens of miles, and the houses of all sizes are innumerable. There is more than one Fang Mansion in the capital, and there is more than one General Mansion in the Longjing Dynasty, but everyone from the prince and the general to the peddler and pawn knows this inconspicuous place, which is the old residence of the Fang family. Fangfu is not big, the front yard and backyard, more than 20 rooms, a hall in the middle, and a plaque hanging on the door——

Loyalty.

Gold is a plaque, vermilion characters, Longjing Emperor's imperial pen handwriting, given fifteen years ago.

The old emperor of Yuanji wrote a good hand, and the four-character words were like a dragon, and the pen was like a carving, Fang Yin had already seen it. It was the day before yesterday, and what I saw when I came was a sudden dream, and the scene of the crowd was still in front of me, and the deafening cheers were still in my ears. It's so real. It's so illusory. The old emperor personally went out of the city to greet him. Longjing Dynasty has all the civil and military officials, and he sees that the pieces of people who are kneeling are all people, and among the Longjing soldiers who enjoy the thousands of glory, there is one more young general-

Xiao Fang Yin, come here!

Yes, this is Fang Yin's home, Yin was born here twenty-one years ago, this is Fang Yin's home! If this is the return of clothes, if this is the success of fame. If this is the infinite scenery of the rising clouds, then this is, a joke! The funny thing is that people regard him as a big hero and call him a little marquis, and the funny thing is that most of the Longjing soldiers are still stationed at the border pass and can't see all this, and the funny thing is that Fang Yin didn't do anything at all but got on the emperor's dragon car-

Good boy, I have wronged you!

Grandpa Sanhua was right, no one was more majestic and spirited than Fang Yin at that moment!

But at that moment, Fang Yin was not happy.

In the past ten days, Fang Yin has been depressed. My heart was empty, and my mind was a mess. I don't know what to think about all day long, and I don't know what to do every time I want to do something. So much so that when Xiao Fangyin saw the old emperor, he became a fool like Wu Zen, or a puppet. Of course, Fang Yin is pretending, anyway, everyone is pretending, Fang Yin doesn't want to pretend to be a hero or a minion, so Fang Yin can only pretend to be a fool, a fool will not kneel for people, and there is no need to say thank you.

When dreams and glory are close at hand, they find that they are not their dreams at all, and they are not glorious.

When fame and profit are at your fingertips, you know that it is not what you want at all, and it has never been.

Fang Yin is ridiculous, because Fang Yin has no ideals at all, and has never had any.

Fang Yin is sad, because Fang Yin is a lonely person, and he always has been.

Weeping Gu Sujuan, heart-wrenching mandarin ducks, can you get it?

The reason why Fang Yin came was because of the old general Fang, Fang Yin originally wanted to go back to Shangqing, which was also Fang Yin's home.

Qingyun returned to Shangqing and was with the old master.

Within six months, Fang Xie would die, this is what Togara had said, and more than a month had passed at this time. Regardless of whether Tuojialuo was a human or a god, Fang Yin already regretted knowing him, no matter whether Tuojialuo's prophecy was accurate or not, Fang Yin didn't want to hear him say a word, even a word. If it's really accurate, it's okay, I'm afraid that this half-accurate is not allowed, which is equivalent to not saying it. He said it again. You listen again. You can not believe it, you have to figure it out anyway. It's, still, always muttering in my heart.

No matter what, Fang Yin couldn't accept it, losing Fang Yin, the old general Fang, was losing everything, so Fang Yin had to protect him, anytime, anywhere, all the time. Tomorrow morning, Old General Fang will take Fang Yin to the outskirts of Beijing, south of the imperial mausoleum, which is the mausoleum of the ancestors of the Fang family. And in the painting, Fang Yin's mother, was sleeping there at this time. Of course, there is also Xiao Fang Yin's tomb there, keep it, or tear it down, this old general Fang said that he followed Fang Yin's own opinion, and Fang Yin didn't think about it.

It doesn't seem to be any different.

It's going to go to three people, the old Fang Xie Xiao Fang Yin, and one Rob.

It's Rob, it's not a radish, it's not Moro, Master Moro is gone, it's to find the lost Black Tiger.

Rob, surnamed Luo, is the housekeeper of the Fang Mansion.

The Fang Mansion is not big, nor is it small, but there is only one housekeeper, because there is no one in the Fang family to manage, only the family.

That's the original.

It's the same now.

Speaking of Rob, Rob came, and with a creak the door opened, and a Rob walked in: "Little Master." ”

Fang Yin didn't speak, Fang Yin was in a bad mood.

"Great young master. ”

Rob is an extremely verbose person, more talkative than the two tuberculosis combined: "Son, little waiting, that little ancestor in my land—"

Fang Yin sighed, knowing that if he ignored him, the bad old man would keep talking: "Rob, is there something wrong?"

"Eat, eat, eat while it's hot, the old slave watches you eat!" Rob brought a bowl of rice porridge, fragrant and thick, as well as radish and pickle sticks, and two big buns: "Eat and drink well to grow up, go to bed early and get up early to raise fat, little ancestor! You eat quickly!" Fang Yin was also helpless, took it and sat down to eat, knowing that if he didn't follow him, he would stand here with a plate and say endlessly: "Hot hot hot! Small mouth, don't choke! Little ancestor, can you teach the old slave how-"

"Rob!" Fang Yin really couldn't bear it, and how many times had he said this: "Don't call me Little Ancestor, you are not an old slave, you say, you, hey!" Rob slapped his head, and immediately smiled all over his face: "Yes, yes, it's called Fang'er, Fang'er Fang'er!" Fang Yin breathed a sigh of relief, and killed a bun in a blink of an eye, but he didn't see him speak, which was extremely rare: "Rob, Rob, why don't you say it, ah!"

But seeing Rob in tears, he stared blankly at the old eyes: "The master calls me Rob, and the young master also calls me Rob, the old slave just can't understand this generation, how did it go wrong?" Since you were born as an old slave, I have called you little ancestor, and then the little ancestor died, and now the little ancestor is alive, whether the little ancestor is dead or alive, it is the old slave my little ancestor, you say, you say! This little ancestor today, what's the matter, how can the old slave be called unbearable?"

It doesn't matter if Rob is really confused or fake.

That's all love.

"Rob, Rob!" The ground was stained with tears, tears were dripping from the bowl, Fang Yin had cried too much and didn't want to cry anymore but still couldn't help crying again, Fang Yin couldn't eat or drink, and rushed forward and hugged him: "According to you!

Daddy said that when Fang Yin was young, Rob hugged him the most.

And in the past 20 years, most of the time Rob has been alone in the Fang family's old mansion, and he can't say anything if he wants to.

"Oh my God! It's terrible!" Rob looked annoyed, and even slapped himself in the mouth: "It's not good to be an old slave, mentioning the old things of sesame grains, which made the little ancestor cry again!"

"It's me who is not good! Fang Er is not good!" Fang Yin cried bitterly, and he didn't let him hit: "It's all over! It's all over!"

"It's all gone, yes, it's all gone. Rob was not confused, and his hands fell as soon as he started: "It's all over, don't cry, it's all over, just be good, come-"

Rob smiled: "Little ancestor, little Fang Yin, give Rob a smile!"

This is also an old fox, old and sophisticated, as cunning as the old master: "Hey!"

"Hehe-hee-" Fang Yin gave him a smile, laughing more ugly than crying: "The slave knows his mistake, thank you Lord Longen!"

The hand was on top of his head and he slapped it lightly. (To be continued......)