Qingge stared at Mr. Chu suspiciously. He was such a cunning old man.
There is no one else in this house, one painting, one tea and one screen, and other than that, one is the old and one is the young.
Qingge touched her chin, feeling unhappy.
Her high-end disguise is carefully designed.
She was full of confidence in this.
However, it’s okay if you are recognized by your relatives again and again, but what’s wrong with Mr. Chu?
If she expected it would be good, the two of them would have met for the first time?
The boy gave up on himself and simply sat on the carved chair of sandalwood, holding a cup of tea, leaning lazily on the chair, half-closing his cold eyes, and holding the fan's hand casually placed on the chair handle.
Looking at Mr. Chu with a smile, "My uncle is Empress Ye, Mr. Chu, what's the point of doing?"
Mr. Chu: “…”
The old man was picking up a cup of hot tea. When he heard this, his wrinkled hands trembled suddenly.
This girl is really...
The old man then finished drinking the tea and looked at the boy with a smile.
Outside the door, the voices of Grandmaster Luo and others were heard.
"Empress Ye, please do me a favor." Old Master Chu put down his teacup, sat in a wheelchair, clasped his fists with his hands, and lowered his head slightly.
Qingge frowned, "Please speak by old man-"
"Please help me and kill Chucheng."
He lowered his eyes, and felt a sense of vicissitudes and powerlessness all over his body.
Qingge's eyelids hopped suddenly, and even his heart trembled slightly.
Chu Cheng is his little grandson...
Even though I was extremely disappointed, I could still feel the old man’s feelings for Chu Cheng.
If blood is dissolved in water, how can it be cut off if it is said to be cut off?
The old man calmly poured a cup of tea for the young man in an orderly manner, put it in front of Qingge, and then said slowly: "The Empress doesn't know anything. Over the years, in order to protect Chucheng, we have ignored Changge, but unexpectedly,
It has come to this point."
"I'm also blaming me. If I'm a little more cruel, my two sons would not die at his hands. But even so, I can't kill him."
"That's my grandson, I've grown up since I was a child."
"You don't know that when he was a child, he was white and tender, and unlike Changge's naughtyness, he was so obedient and sensible that it makes people feel distressed."
"But he can't see that we are good to him, he only cares about what Changge gets."
"Over time, the Xuanhan clan became what it is today. Even if I came out of the mountain, I would only be evenly matched with Chucheng. If this continues, Chucheng will eventually become the only one in the world."
Speaking of this, the old man turned his head, wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and said tremblingly: "The two brothers have broken up, and they are still alive. I don't want to sing Changge on the infamy to kill his younger brother. No matter how he is, he said, "
Why did you move, but it was Changge's fault after all."
"Empress, you are close friends and friends in Fire Heaven. I have been waiting for you to come to Fire Heaven. Only when you come will Changge come."
The old man struggled to fall from the wheelchair. He forced himself to kneel in front of the boy and whispered: "This is indeed a difficult situation in the night, but I have no other way. I have not had time to do it.
Not much has been done for Changge."
"You can't bear to kill Chucheng?"
Qingge helped the old man back into a wheelchair and asked.
The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "How can I bear to give up?"
Qingge pursed her lips slightly and was silent for a long time.
She held half a cup of tea and drank it all in one sip.
The delicate and tender hands, as delicate as Haoxue, pressed the white jade tea cup lightly on the table.
Qingjun's face smiled, but saw the boy lifting his jaw slightly and speaking wildly: