Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

As time goes by, there will be someone worth waiting for.

Mr. Hong looked at him steadily: "I didn't expect that our Hong Mansion would actually have a love affair."

Cong also has an amazing face.

Whether this face appears on a man or a woman, no one would believe that he would be an affectionate and dedicated person.

Cong Ye scratched his head and said with a smile, "You are too!"

After Er Erhong's mother passed away, there was no woman around Mr. Hong again.

Mr. Hong's face suddenly darkened. Unexpectedly, Cong would dare to ride on his head now. He snorted, got up and left:

"It's getting late, let's go back and rest!"

After Mr. Hong gave up on the affairs of the Hong Mansion, he officially lived a life of retirement.

I go to bed early and get up late every day, and the first thing I do when I get up is boxing.

Master Hong's footsteps slowly faded away until they completely disappeared.

Cong also winked at the maid.

The other party blinked at Cong Ye with understanding and helped Grandma down to rest.

After all, grandma is old and can't endure it like them.

Chen Pi was unusually quiet.

According to Cong Ye's understanding of Chen Pi, this man might be mocking him for something.

Chen Pi was playing with a jade ornament in his hand, but it was blocked by his fingers and Cong couldn't see clearly.

"Master, I'm going to rest first."

Sudden.

He tightened his palms, stood up and bowed to Er Erhong. From the beginning to the end, his eyes did not fall on Cong Ye.

Er Erhong nodded, Chen Pi turned around and left without any regrets.

Only Cong Ye and Er Erhong were left in the front hall.

"Master, it's getting late, you should go and rest!"

Cong also looked at Er Erhong.

His long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, making his pupils dark and unreadable.

"Well, you go to rest first."

Er Erhong suddenly came to her senses and reluctantly curled her lips towards Cong Ye.

Cong also explained the girl's matter clearly and was not worried that Er Erhong would continue to be angry.

He knew that Er Erhong had always been the person who loved him the most.

He nodded: "Master, please rest early!"

The satin was as smooth as water, and light ripples appeared as he moved around, until the blue light completely disappeared from the bottom of Yue Erhong's eyes.

He exhaled deeply, leaned on the seat, and looked at the exquisite carvings on the beams.

……

The spring rain in March is like a long needle falling to the ground.

The streets are deserted.

The breeze mixed with the coolness sneaked into Cong Ye's room from the window, whirled on Cong Ye's exposed skin, and then left mischievously.

Cong was also chilled by the coldness. He sat up from the bed and looked at the window lattice not far away that framed the rain curtain outside into an ink painting.

"oops!"

"Hurry up!"

The maid who took care of Cong Ye on a daily basis hurriedly knocked on the door and ran in, her cheeks flushed with anxiety.

She lifted up Cong Ye's quilt and hurriedly put the robe on Cong Ye's body.

Cong Ye quickly waved her away, and while dressing himself, he wondered:

"What happened so early in the morning?"

The little maid brought Cong Ye some warm water for washing, with a look of confusion in her big round eyes:

"It's the seventh girl from the Huo family. She's been standing at the door of the Hong Mansion, asking you to go out and see her!"

Cong Ye was confused: "Wouldn't it be done if she came in?"

The little maid's expression suddenly looked as ugly as if she had taken the wrong medicine: "She refuses to come in, saying that the lintel of our Hong Mansion is unclean."

Cong Ye: "..."

He stopped buttoning his hands and asked in shock: "Is this really what she said?"

The little maid complained a little: "That's not all! What you said is terrible! You also said that all men in the world are not good! Both the second master and you deserve to be struck by lightning!"

Cong also apologized to Er Erhong from the bottom of his heart.

This wave of February Red is really implicated by him.

No matter what Er Erhong looked like before she turned 16, since Cong Ye entered the Hong Mansion, the Er Erhong she saw had always been clean and self-sufficient and never flirted with women.

Cong also sped up the movements of his hands, hurriedly washed up, took the oil-paper umbrella handed over by the little maid, and stepped into the rain.

On the way, he met Er Erhong watering the flowers of Xifu Begonia. Cong Ye looked at his master, and for a moment, his doubts even outweighed what happened to Huo Xiangu.

In such a heavy rain, the master still watered the Xifu Begonia?

What went wrong, Master?

Cong Ye decided to step forward and remind Er Erhong.

Before he could speak, Er Erhong spoke first: "Since you don't like Huo Xiangu, you should stop thinking about her earlier to avoid causing more trouble."

Er Erhong held an umbrella and held the kettle with her knuckled hands. A small stream of water fell on Xifu Haitang.

"it is good."

Cong Ye was stunned for a moment and nodded seriously.

Er Erhong looked up at him with a gentle expression: "Go."

Cong also stood there with a hesitant expression.

When Er Erhong saw this, her heart seemed to be clenched tightly by a big hand for no reason, with an imperceptible nervousness:

"What's wrong? Could it be that...you treat the Huo girl..."

Before he finished speaking, Cong Ye's voice came to his ears.

"No," Cong Ye said with a complicated expression, "I just want the master to stop watering, otherwise Xifu Begonia will really die."

Er Yuehong: "..."

He threw the kettle away reflexively.

Cong Ye opened his mouth slightly in surprise, but the master didn't need to be so anxious.

After Er Erhong realized that he had done something stupid, he clenched his hands into fists and coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment:

"Ahem, go ahead and don't make people wait too long."

Cong Ye nodded, glanced at Er Erhong, and ran towards the gate of Hong Mansion.

After he left, Er Erhong pinched her eyebrows, with an unobvious tiredness in her eyes.

After not sleeping all night, my mind was no longer clear.

The gatekeeper's face was earthy.

Separated by a vermilion door.

Huo Xiangu's voice came clearly outside the door.

"Cong Ye!"

"You heartless man!"

"Get out of here!"

"Dare to do it or not to be it!"

"You are the biggest bastard in Changsha!"

"Come out!"

"..."

Although the voice was loud, Cong Ye could hear choking and crying.

This made his heart feel like a sponge filled with water, heavy and uncomfortable.

As soon as the guy saw Cong Ye, he couldn't wait to open the door.

Huo Xiangu outside the door caught Cong Ye off guard. She stopped cursing and her eye circles became redder.

"You fuck..."

As soon as the words came out, a series of tears rushed out.

Huo Xiangu's grievances were more severe than the rain in Changsha City and thicker than the dark clouds in the sky.

"Why don't you even hold an umbrella?"

Huo Xiangu was almost wet all over, and her hair fell on her cheeks and forehead.

She has always loved beauty and cared about dignity, but this was the first time Cong Ye had seen her looking so embarrassed.

He put the umbrella into Huo Xiangu's hand. Her hand was as cold as a piece of ice.