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It started snowing late at night.

In the early morning, the snow stopped.A pale ray of morning sun finally appeared in the vast sky.

A new day has begun in the capital, but the Ye family is gloomy.

Under the main hall, Bai Po is fluttering.

Ye Qing knelt before the coffin in a daze.

The house was deserted, and the old butler of the Ye family stood behind him with a solemn expression, but he didn't speak a word.

The young master has been kneeling here all night.

Ever since the news of the death of General Ye and the young masters in battle came back to the capital yesterday, the young master has not eaten or drunk, even stayed up all night, just staring blankly at the newly erected spiritual seat.

A cold spiritual position.

"Little...young master!"

Ye Qing suddenly ran out without looking back.The old butler couldn't hold back, seeing him staggering all the way out of the house, he hurriedly said to the servant with wide eyes, "Go find the young master!"

The two young servants ran away in response, and the voice of the old housekeeper chased after him from a distance: "Go to Xia's house again to find Young Master Xia!"

Ye Qing rushed out all the way, leading all the way around.Someone yelled from behind: "Isn't this Young Master Ye, why is he rampaging across the capital again?"

Ye Qing often gets into trouble, but Ye's elders will restrain him and know how to advance and retreat. They often follow behind to clean up the mess, and apologize many times in a year.Some time ago, the general of the Ye family and a few sons went out to fight. Ye Qing lost restraint in the capital and caused a lot of troubles. Only the old housekeeper was left behind to clean up, panting like a cow with exhaustion.

The news of General Ye's death in battle has not yet spread, the emperor only let the Ye family know the news secretly in order to stabilize people's hearts.

But Ye Qing was the only one left in the mansion, a crying baby who was the posthumous son of elder brother Ye Qing.And a group of female relatives who were hit by a bolt from the blue.

He ignored the yelling behind him, and squatted in the corner of a certain street. Finally, he couldn't help it, his bright and dark eyes narrowed, followed by tears.

Tears are like broken beads, they can't stop once they fall, they keep falling.

Ye Qing kept squatting, ignorant, curled up in a corner to sleep when he was tired from crying, and continued to shed tears when he woke up.

So the sun goes down.

When Ye Qingfeng ran out, he was wearing the big cloak that the old housekeeper gave him, so he didn't feel cold.When I opened my eyes again, the sky was already dark, and it would be impossible not to go back.

This street corner is not unfamiliar to Ye Qing.He has been running around in the capital since he was a child, and he even knows which houses have lost cats and dogs, but it will take some time to go back.

After the snow stopped, it was a bright moon tonight, which was extremely deserted.

Ye Qing walked to the alley, but saw an all-too-familiar figure.

Xia Jin is still wearing the familiar bright red cloak, and the state of Yushu facing the wind has already been revealed.Looking from a distance, it looks like a fairy in the snow, independent of the world.

With trembling lips, Ye Qing called dryly: "Brother Xia..."

Seeing Ye Qing coming out from inside, Xia Jin's indifferent expression finally calmed down, looked him up and down, confirmed that he was okay, and then stretched out his hand to him.

Xia Jin's hands were dry and warm.

"Third brother already knows," Xia Jin motioned to the carriage waiting not far away, "Go back and talk. Be good, don't run around anymore."

Ye Qing nodded fiercely, his eyes were red and swollen, he was still wiping his nose, and his voice was like a gnat: "I won't get lost in the capital, third brother, don't worry..."

Xia Jin led him to the carriage, and when Ye Qing got into the carriage in a daze, he pointed his eyes not far away.Immediately, someone appeared from the shadows and carried away the knocked-out little hooligans in the corner, and threw them somewhere.

Xia Jin looked at where he was standing again.

Under the moonlight, he had already stood out of a small hole in the snow, and it was obvious that someone had been waiting here for a long time.

Xia Jin smiled, and when she got into the carriage again, Ye Qing was already curled up in a corner of the carriage and fell asleep.