Travelling through prostitute Xiaoyao
Chapter 31 The Farewell of the Mansion
Seeing Yun Yi about to come out, the old Duke said, "Yi'er, wherever you are, no matter where you are,
remember that Duke Wu's mansion is your dependency, your cousins and cousins are your dependency, Do you remember?"
Yun Yi nodded excitedly and said: "Grandfather Yier remembered, Yier will be fine, and grandfather haru
fine, so that he could become Yier's support. Yier said goodbye. "Saying that, he turned to his knees.
When Yun Yi stood up and turned around, tears streaming down his face, Yun Yi thought of his grandfather in his previous life who also said the same thing.
Yun Yi quickly walked out of the Duke of Wu's house, stood outside the gate of the house, and said inwardly:
"Grandfather, Yun Yi's grandfather will be fine, and will live well in this world, not him." The gate of the Duke of Wu's mansion behind him was in Yun
Yi It was closed when we got into the carriage of Huaiyang Marquis Mansion, this is what Yun Yi agreed with all the relatives in the mansion before leaving.
They are not allowed to send it. He didn't want that parting feeling, though,
and he didn't want everyone to see him back when he left. He'll be back someday.
The next morning, Zhudiju was busy early in the morning, counting, packing, and loading the car in an orderly manner,
Yun Yi had breakfast and stood in front of the Zhudiju courtyard, a small courtyard for a temporary residence.
Accompanied by Nanny Lin and Yue Zhu, he went to Ronghui Hall in the main courtyard to say goodbye to his grandmother.
When Yun Yi arrived, the people in several rooms were already waiting there, with different expressions and different thoughts.
Yun Yi stepped into the main hall, knelt down and gave a huge gift to the old lady sitting on top, and said: "The granddaughter who is not
filial Yun Yi is here today to say goodbye to grandma, I hope grandma will
cherish it. , and when Yun Yi returned home someday, she would always be by his side
The old lady sitting on top felt a little uncomfortable at this moment, and said: "Yun Yi, quickly get up,
Yun Yi saluted and parted with all the members of the Zhan family present, then turned around and left
to the front page. After arriving at the front yard and reporting, Yun Yi went to Master Hou's study.
Seeing the original owner's grandfather sitting in your lacquered, carved book box, now the Marquis of Huaiyang, was,
Zhan Hongzhang, Yun Yi knelt down to pay his respects, and said, "Granddaughter Yun Yi is going to leave for Mount Qingliang today, he said,
and I'm here to say goodbye to my grandfather, I hope grandfather will appreciate it."
Zhan Hongzhang, who was sitting behind the desk, looked at the only prostitute princess in the second room, and said, "Wake up and talk.
" the tall and slim granddaughter who stood up, she said, "Yun Yi, have you ever hated your father and grandfather."
Yun Yi did not expect his grandfather would ask such a question, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "No." He is not the original owner,
and he had no idea of being attached to anyone, let alone the idea of being tied to a family, and just wanting to be free. This other world world.
The reason why he had come here regularly lately was because after all, it was,
he occupied the body of his original owner, and he knew that he was going to leave soon, so he did not want to cause unnecessary trouble.
As for the person who offended him, he always ate everything, but he did not suffer If he wanted to plot against him, it was a dream come true.
Zhan Hongzhang did not expect Yun Yi to answer so bluntly, thinking that perhaps he did not dare to reveal his true thoughts, so he did not continue to ask.
He simply looked at Yun Yi and said, "Maybe it's better for you to leave. Grandpa hopes you will grow up happy.
Once your father passes this hurdle and finds out for himself, grandfather will send someone to pick you up." . That nice.
Your father doesn't want you, but he doesn't know how to face you, Yun Yi, you have to understand. Go, take good care of yourself.
