Yang Liusi

Yang's funeral was held in a grand manner.

Because the prime minister lost his only son at this age, even the little emperor sent a special person to help manage the funeral, to comfort the prime minister not to be too sad.

"Young Master of the Liu Mansion came to pay respects—" With a sang promise, two young masters in plain clothes walked outside.

One is slightly taller, with a very ordinary appearance, but a pair of peach blossom eyes are very attractive, and his expression is very sad, with a hint of bewilderment; Dazzling, but his whole body exudes a cold aura, which makes people want to retreat inexplicably.

"Boy from the Liu family, come and burn incense for Brother Yang." Both of them held incense candles, bowed in front of the spirit in a dignified manner, and burned incense.

The young man with peach blossom eyes was even more sad, like his dead brother, his eyes were misty and full of emotion.

Seeing that he lost his mind, the young master next to him tugged his sleeves, and then he came back to his senses, and they all withdrew, saluting each other with the deacon butler standing at the door.

"The deceased has passed away, and I hope that the Prime Minister will mourn and change." The voice of the peach-eyed young man trembled slightly.

The housekeeper looked at him, and his lips trembled a few times, as if he had something to say; for a moment, he just saluted the young master opposite, and sighed: "Thank you, young master."

"Brother...?" A slightly hesitant voice came from behind.

The young man with peach blossom eyes trembled slightly, turned around, and saw a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy standing behind him, dressed in plain white clothes, he looked more and more heroic.

"Master Biao, this is the young master of the Liu Mansion, come to offer incense to the young master." The housekeeper quickly stepped forward, and tugged at the somewhat dazed young man.

Then, he turned his face and said to the peach-eyed young master: "Young Master Biao and Young Master have always been close, today I am afraid that seeing the young master's face is kind, so I can't help it for a while."

Wu Changan came back to his senses at this moment, and laughed at himself—my cousin has passed away, I'm afraid—I'll never see him again in this life.Thinking of this, my eyes turned red, but I still gathered my spirits and gave a salute to the young master in front of me: "I'm sorry."

This peach-eyed young master also had red eye circles.

Wu Chang'an only felt that the familiar aura of this young man was getting stronger, but he didn't dare to address him indiscriminately anymore - calling him a dead person would probably make anyone feel annoyed.

"It doesn't matter." The peach-eyed boy reached out and touched Wu Changan's head. The young boy is not too small, and he is about the same height as him. "I am on good terms with Brother Yang, his younger brother, Naturally, he is also my younger brother—you should call me elder brother."

"En." Wu Changan nodded vigorously.The palm that fell on his head was very warm.This brother, with his real cousin, feels really similar.

"Brother Yang Shixiong just passed away, and there are many miscellaneous affairs in the mansion, so it is inconvenient for us to bother you here, so let's take our leave first." The indifferent young master who was traveling with him has been standing on one side and watching all this with cold eyes. After a while, he stepped forward to remind the two of them Then they said goodbye to the butler together.

Wu Changan watched them leave in a daze, and his heart began to feel empty.

After stepping out of the gate of the Yang Mansion, the two young masters were traveling by car. The peach-eyed young man wiped his face with his hand, and when he looked again, there was already a thin as a cicada's wing on his hand. The real face was Yang Xian.

The person next to Yang Xian, needless to say, must be Liu Fanyin.

"How does it feel to worship yourself?" Seeing that the atmosphere was a little dull, Liu Fanyin thought for a while, and then imitated Yang Xian's usual tone, and joked.

Yang Xian raised his eyes, was stunned for a while, and sighed: "It's like a new life."

Now it was Liu Fanyin's turn to be stunned for a while, she smiled and frowned: "It's the new students."

"It's just that Chang'an and the others are worried." After a moment of silence, Yang Xian couldn't help but sigh.

Yang Xian was the only son in the Yang family, and the only child passed away. Without the help of brothers and sisters, the elders could not guard the spirit of the younger generation after all. As Yang Xian's cousins, the children of the Wu family were the first to be brought here.

Chang An is the eldest child of the Wu family. He is 13 years old. He is half an adult. He is probably treated as a half-adult.

Just now, she took a quick glance and saw that Chang An's face was a little tired.

"So, live well." Liu Fanyin glanced at Yang Xian, who blamed herself, and raised her hand to gently rub her forehead.

"That's natural." Yang Xian cheered up all of a sudden, and said confidently, "Naturally, I want to work hard to make money. In addition to supporting you, I also need to have the capital to make a good wife for Chang'an in the future."

"Pfft—" Liu Fanyin was suddenly amused.

I have never seen such a jumping-off person, just now I was depressed for a while, and suddenly became enthusiastic about the matchmaker career.

She finally couldn't help it, raised her hand and tapped Yang Xian's forehead, and said with a smile: "You know a good girl?"

"That's natural. The girl I know, isn't that going to be queued outside the capital..." Yang Xian said, and if he didn't pay attention, he didn't have a clue. Jumped to the sky.

Liu Fanyin didn't interrupt, she just smiled and watched Yang Xian talking nonsense.After Yang Xian finished speaking, her face was full of complacency, and she said quietly: "Then——tell me, why do you know so many good girls?"

"I..." Yang Xian felt complacent again, and was about to brag about himself again, when suddenly he felt two cold rays rushing towards him, making her feel cold from head to tailbone in an instant.

When she raised her head, she saw Liu Fanyin listened carefully to her speech, but looked at her with a half-smile, her appearance was very attractive, and her gaze was very menacing.

"That..." Yang Xian felt guilty and embarrassed.

"It seems that our girl Yang... Xiaoxian is very attractive." Liu Fanyin tapped her slender fingers on the window pane of the carriage with a very happy expression.

Looking at Liu Fanyin's expression, Yang Xian felt that the summer heat had disappeared for no reason.

"Isn't that because Xi Shi is in the eyes of our multi-tone lovers?" Yang Xian immediately stepped forward, thumping his back and squeezing his shoulders, looking like a poor little maid who was tortured by you, "It's actually not that Well, not so good..."

"Oh?" Liu Fanyin squinted her eyes, then looked at Yang Xian, "Then, Xiaoxian knows so many 'good' girls because beauty is in the eye of a beholder?"

"Plop——" Yang Xian was terrified at this time, the carriage bumped at the right time, and Yang Xian immediately lost his balance and jumped down——The carriage is very spacious, enough for Yang Xian to roll in it Roll up.

"Yang Xian!" Liu Fanyin was taken aback. She never expected such a fuss to happen. While getting up to help Yang Xian, she was about to raise her voice to stop the carriage, but she didn't have time to do either of these two actions. , Yang Xian had already rolled over and hugged her leg: "Beauty is in the eyes of lovers, but Yang Xian only sees Fan Yin in his eyes."

"Tch——" Liu Fanyin was stunned for a while, and finally laughed——only Yang Xian could think of such a ghost.

"Hmph, Yang Xian? Who is Yang Xian?" Liu Fanyin saw that she was fine and no longer worried about her, so she became arrogant again.

Seeing this, Yang Xian knew that she wasn't angry anymore, so he immediately got up and sat back beside Liu Fanyin proactively, hooked her neck with one hand, and listened to her: "Whether it's Yang Xian or Xiao Xian, in his eyes, there will always be only Fan Yin."