In the wilderness of Beijing, white flowers are covered with white flowers. The green mountains not far away and the smoke from nearby cooking were completely peaceful. Yu Xueqi smiled and distributed more than ten big money to several children: "Be good, children, thank you for leading the way! Let's buy you candy!" After thanking Yu Xueqi, the children rushed home with the copper coins. Zhang Tingmu sighed first and said, "It's this! The second uncle's notes are not wrong!"

"Hu Niang, Tingye is unfilial, it's been so long since he came to see you... Hu Niang, son Zhang Tingye, come to pick you up home!" As soon as Zhang Tingmu finished speaking, Zhang Tingye immediately knelt in front of Hu Yilei's grave and kowtowed three times respectfully. Zhang Tingmu silently arranged the incense and paper money, and knelt beside Zhang Tingye and kowtowed, "Second Aunt, the unfilial son Zhang Tingmu disturbed your purity and came to pick you up to the Zhang family's ancestral grave! I hope you will be more responsible."

Zhang Tingya grabbed Yu Xueqi's hand and whispered: "Miss Yu, I'll go and incense sticks for my second aunt first. You're still an outsider now, so let's take a rest next to me." Yu Xueqi nodded awkwardly, then looked at Hu Yilei's lonely tomb, and felt suspicious and silently: "Huh? His second aunt's grave is built so remote that there are still people to take care of it? Who will it be?"

Although Zhang Tingye and Zhang Tingya were excited (it was a waste of time to find Hu Yilei's grave, so they were overjoyed) they did not see any strangeness, but Zhang Tingmu thought of going with Yu Xueqi - but Zhang Tingmu didn't say anything, but just lowered his eyebrows unnaturally. After the brother and sister came to pay their respects, Zhang Tingmu looked around and confirmed that only the path pointed by the local children could lead to this.

While burning paper money, Zhang Tingmu slowly recited silently: "Who is taking care of my second aunt's cemetery? Well... No matter what the purpose of this person is, it is better to understand it! But now there is no clue!" When Zhang Tingmu was in a daze, a sound of flute suddenly came from not far behind the four people.

Zhang Tingmu and the other four frowned and curled their lips: This person's flute was extremely unpleasant, even if he was described as "a mess", it gave people the feeling of being blown away - not to mention the artists who were performing arts on the street, even the shepherd boy who grazed cattle was more than 100,000 miles better than him. Zhang Tingye smashed his tongue and whispered: "Who can play the flute? Those who don't know thought it was a little ghost who came to capture the soul!"

Zhang Tingmu frowned slightly and looked in the direction where the flute sound came. He saw a gentle scholar in purple clothes playing the flute with his eyes closed and walking towards the four of them slowly. Zhang Tingmu and the others came to their senses and looked at the beautiful scholar with their beautiful long hair that was slightly damp, and their naturally raised mouths had a three-point smile at all times. The white and slender fingers were leaping skillfully on the flute, carrying a fairy spirit that was not as good as the world.

Zhang Tingmu looked at it for a while before shook his head with some amusement and silently said, "This man is so handsome, like a Nine Heavens Immortal, but he knows nothing about the rhythm and pretends to be artful. It's a bit ridiculous. It's such a good look... Well, maybe he doesn't know we'll be here..."

Yu Xueqi was the same as Zhang Tingmu thought, but she was used to being a god and her outspoken personality could not change her for a few months. She could only endure embarrassment and said loudly: "This gentleman...the flute is a bit bad..." The scholar was caught off guard and heard someone talking. He immediately stood there with his body trembling, then took two steps back with a red face, looking at Zhang Tingmu and others with an awkward look.

Zhang Tingmu could only look at Yu Xueqi helplessly, then suppressed the embarrassment and said, "I don't know that Mr. Hunter is so elegant that he actually came to this wilderness... to practice playing the flute..." Although the scholar still squinted his eyes and smiled slightly, he stammered and said, "Little... Xiaosheng... is he here to visit a... a close friend! Who are you...? Why are you? Why are you burning paper to pay tribute to her?"

Zhang Tingye didn't think so much, so he walked directly to Zhang Tingmu, bent down respectfully and said, "It seems that sir must be my aunt's old friend! Junior Zhang Tingye, pay homage to sir! I wonder what the sir is called?" The scholar was stunned for a while before muttering, "Your aunt? No! Yilei... When did she have children..."

Zhang Tingmu coughed and explained in a low voice: "Senior, although my second aunt and my second uncle don't have the name of a husband and wife... but..." Zhang Tingmu immediately felt something was wrong when he said this. Sure enough, the scholar looked at him half-believingly and asked: "If there is no name of a husband and wife, it means that they have a husband and wife? And they have children?! Why don't I know?!"

Zhang Tingmu's face turned slightly red, and he hurriedly said Zhang Xiuwen's last wish briefly. After hearing this, the scholar nodded suddenly and realized: "So that's it! The young student knows - Lord Zhang values ​​love and loyalty so much, and promises a thousand gold. Yilei has been suffering for so many years, which is enough comfort... A few young ladies, are you going to choose a lucky day to bury Yilei and Lord Zhang together?"

Zhang Tingye sighed, then lowered his head and said, "Although my father has never mentioned my mother Hu for so many years, he always remembers it in his heart... We brothers came to the capital this time to fulfill my father's last wish... Secondly, we can't let my mother Hu be so alone. She has descendants, so she doesn't need anyone else... Ah! Sir! You guys absolutely have no other intentions!"

The scholar looked at Zhang Tingye who was intimidating and nodded with relief and said, "So that's the case! Well, since Yilei has descendants to visit the graves and pay tribute, I don't have to see her every year." After hearing this, Zhang Tingmu's three brothers and sisters knelt on the ground and kowtowed and said, "Thank you for taking care of my second aunt (Hu Niang) for so many years!"

The scholar nodded with a smile, and then glanced at Yu Xueqi intentionally or unintentionally. Yu Xueqi suddenly felt a tightness in her heart. She seemed to have seen such a look, but she could not remember it. Yu Xueqi looked at the purple-clothed scholar with a nervous face. The scholar put away the flute in his hand and deliberately exposed half of his wrist, allowing Yu Xueqi to see the purple-black demon pattern on his wrist.
Chapter completed!