Shen Yishuo sent his Wan'er, Xu'er and Chen'er back to Shuoyi's palace, and told Yinghong to take good care of her. This maid could have some fist and foot skills. If a bad person really came, she could deal with it.

Before leaving, Shen Yishuo specifically instructed his servants that the mansion must step up prevention and be vigilant and strictly prevent suspicious people regardless of day and night.

The sky was lightly bright, the morning stars were shining in the sky, the dew condensed on the grass leaves, and the cold night was reflected in the light of fluorescence everywhere, so that the coffin behind Shen Yishuo seemed to be shining as if it would shine.

It is worthy of its price increase that made the coffin shop rush to make a sip. Few people can use gilded coffins. Although coffins are not very expensive wood, the gilding process is unique.

The temptation of money is half of the time to make such an exquisite gold-edged coffin in such a short time. The rest is due to the third prince's face. The craftsmen are willing to work hard and take it so hard. After making it, they actively help the distinguished guest carry the coffin to the place they need.

The people passing by sporadically looked at these people who were rushing to the road from time to time, thinking that they were carrying the ground as a coffin full of glazed treasures.

The brightly shaky gilded coffin was finally carried into Duanmu Mansion full of white silk. The two white paper lanterns at the door clearly confirmed the fact that the deceased had gone at a young age.

The burning flames in the pot looked very similar to Ruoli's mood at this moment. She was questioning the seriously injured person, "Why do you dare to come here? It's all because of you. Why do you have the face to come back?"

"I'm sorry, it's all a little careless person who hurt Lao Han. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Master Yu swallowed even more. He hoped that the person who asked everyone to pay tribute to him at this moment was better than being resentful by Ruoli.

Master Yu forgot that he was also the one who walked away after the Ghost Gate. The sneak attack he had just experienced almost killed him. Fortunately, the arrows he blocked for his master were still an inch away from his heart. Otherwise, Master Han would not be the only one lying coldly on the straw mat now.

"Is it useful to say sorry? Why isn't you who died for your master? Why isn't you lying there?" Ruoli cried heartbrokenly, pointed at Master Yu and asked, she blamed all the resentment on the injured person who was wrapped in thick white cloth.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, Lao Han, I'm sorry~" Master Yu endured tears for a long time and finally finally came to an end.

"Is it useful to cry? Why don't you die?" Ruoli shouted while pushing Master Yu, her hoarse voice echoing in the empty courtyard, and her hoarse voice seemed extremely deserted.

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"Ruoli, everyone is trying to persuade you, don't go too far, Master Yu is also seriously injured." Xue Qing slapped Ruoli hard, wanting her to wake up and stop saying anything bad. "Besides, it is an honor for the servant to die for the master, and your father is a great hero who is desperate to protect the master. Don't ruin his reputation!"

"I don't have to indulge you. I just want you to return my dad to me, wuwuwu~" Ruoli was just a little girl who had just reached the age of hairpin. After all, my mother had just disappeared for more than a year, and my father left her again. There is still a long way to go. What should I do if I am alone and helpless?

"Ruoli Guai, you still have us." Xue Qing hugged Ruoli in her arms with heartache. In fact, from the bottom of her heart, she envied Ruoli, who had been loved by her parents.

Yu Xueqing said that people who were blank in the past were so eager to get the love of their parents. Even if they had only a short hug, it would be better than having no idea about their parents. Not only did they never meet, but they had never heard of them related news and deeds.

Xueqing didn't know how she was born? How did she grow up? She could remember only the past of wandering begging. If she hadn't been cold and fainted at the door of Duanmu Mansion, if she hadn't met the kind-hearted Yunguan to take her in, she might have passed away long ago.

Xue Qing used to think that Ruoli was too childish, and occasionally was willful and always talked a lot. All kinds of behaviors proved that Ruoli had a carefree childhood and a child loved by his parents. Although she often preached Ruoli, she envied and jealous of this little girl from the bottom of her heart.

Now seeing her arrogant and unwilling to accept the fact that her father passed away, Xue Qing felt that Ruoli was extremely pitiful, even more pitiful than her master. After all, in addition to Yunguan, there is also Yuchen in Duanmu Mansion, and it is better to have a relative share the pain than to be alone.

The Han family is not rich, and Master Han is always busy and rushes to support his family by transport. Although his family is poor, he gives all the best land he can provide to his only daughter, guarding how difficult it is to grow up from a young girl to a girl.

If he could, Master Han would not stay alone in the face of the coldness of the world, but the kind-hearted servant always held the determination to die for his master. Therefore, when he encountered difficulties and difficulties, he rushed forward without thinking, just to use his thin body to block the hidden arrow for his master and block all his sorrows.

The same is true for Master Yu, and he wishes he could do his best to Duanmu Mansion. For him, Master Han is a partner and a partner. The two of them have been traveling together for more than ten years and have experienced ups and downs with each other. Now one person suddenly encounters difficulties. How can the other person accept this cruel fact?

"I don't want anyone except my dad. You give me my dad back, beg you..." Ruoli escaped Xue Qing's arms as if crazy, rushed towards Master Yu, scratching and scrambling, as if he was revenge and begging.

Shen Yishuo rushed over and blocked Master Yu behind him. He was afraid that Ruoli would hurt Master Yu again if he did not take action. "Ruoli, can you be sober? I will do my best to do what I can for you father and daughter!"

"What else do you need to do when people are dead?" Ruoli stubbornly raised his face, full of accusations and resentment, wishing he could become enemies with the world, as if his father had been killed by the world.

"Look at what this is?" Shen Yishuo grabbed Ruoli's collar and carried him to the coffin.

"This...is?" Ruoli's eyes closed slightly.

"I customized it for your father. It would be more comfortable to replace it with him quickly. The straw mat is too cold." Shen Yishuo couldn't bear to be fierce to the little woman with tears on her face. He was afraid that he would cry endlessly.

"Thank you, the third prince..." Ruoli was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to deal with it. She understood the meaning of the gilded coffin. How could a gilded coffin be used in a gilded coffin just by a piece of folk art?

"Stop blaming Master Yu, he almost lost his life. Your master and I will definitely compensate you twice as much in the future, don't worry."

Shen Yishuo's inspiration appeared and suddenly thought of a way to compensate. He was very glad that Yunguan was still in a coma. He didn't have to experience the moment of Ruoli making trouble, he didn't have to cry for Master Han, nor did he have to hear those sad and indignant bastards.
Chapter completed!