Seeing Qin wordless and expressionless, Zhuang Qingyun was worried and said, "Min Huizhu is not a young lady who is not deeply involved in the world, nor a simple and harmless young lady raised in the boudoir yard. She and Xiao Yu are completely different types of people..."

Qin Wuyan whispered softly, "I know."

After a pause, he said, "Xiao Yu is always my wife. As for me and min Huizhu, it's not what you think."

Zhuang Qingyun sighed: "it doesn't matter what I think. The important thing is, once Xiaoyu knows about you and min Huizhu, what will she think?"

"Xiaoyu won't know about it." Qin Wuyan sneered: "I will never allow Xiaoyu to know about it. When I deal with all this, it's impossible for me to touch her."

Zhuang Qingyun asked, "how long are you going to keep Zhuang Minghao?"

"Stay until I finish cleaning up the people who helped Zhuang Minghao and Zhuang Mingyan in Min house.

How my brother and brother died at the beginning, so I let him taste this taste... "Qin Wuyan clamped his horse belly and rode quickly down the mountain.

Zhuang Qingyun followed him, "Yan, listen to my advice. Don't fight with the devil for too long."

Those who fight with demons for too long will eventually become demons one day.

Qin was speechless, and the dew rolled down on the withered branches and leaves, making a sound like nothing.

As soon as they came down the mountain, they heard a faint cry nearby. The cry was not strong, but it was extremely sad.

Qin Wuyan and Zhuang Qingyun looked at each other. They shook the reins and walked to the place where they were crying.

Close, but saw several people kneeling in front of several mounds of graves, crying heartbroken.

Several children knelt behind the adult. The child's face was dull, skinny and numb.

Qin Wuyan got off his horse, strode over, touched the snacks he had carried with him, handed them to some children, and asked the man with a crying voice, "what's the matter with you?"

One of the old people who turned around saw Qin Wuyan, saw the dessert crumbs stained on Qin Wuyan's fingers, swallowed saliva and cried: "the male labor force at home has been caught to be a strong man. We all starve to death, die of illness, and freeze to death.

It's winter again. There's no grass root in the ground to eat. My grandchildren are hungry. How can they live in the future? Pity me for my old bones... "

The old man began to cry, and the skinny, gray and blue women with their faces began to cry.

Qin Wuyan's ears were buzzing. Looking at the crying people, he didn't know what he felt in his heart.

From these fuzzy faces, Qin Wuyan can still vaguely distinguish the familiar eyebrows and eyes in these faces. Among them, there were people who handed themselves half a sweet potato when they were most sad and helpless, and people who helped bury the bodies of their relatives

Zhuang Qingyun grabbed a silver ingot from his wallet and handed it to him: "take this money first, buy some food for the old man and children, and get through the winter.

I heard that Miss Zhuang has set up a porridge shed nearby. Why don't you go and get the porridge? "

As soon as she heard this, the woman cried even more: "where else is there a porridge shed? At the beginning, there is indeed a porridge shed. The eldest lady of the dealer will come and have a look.

Later, the eldest lady of the dealer didn't come at all. These people acted in vain, and there were only a few grains of rice in a bowl of clear water. Later, they couldn't even see the grains of clear water... "