Missy, She Always Doesn't Seek to Make Progress.

In the exquisite house near the river, Yu Changkong was sitting in the house, with a chessboard placed in front of him, he each held a piece, and played against himself.

Sifang yawned. Although his young master looks pleasing to the eye, watching him play chess with himself can really make people sleepy.

He looked at Daqiong, who was sitting cross-legged at the door, making seals with his hands and then silently reciting inner skills.

Uncle Qian entered from outside the courtyard, Sifang stood up straight, and bowed his hands to Uncle Qian.

"Young master." Uncle Qian held a scroll in his hand.

Yu Changkong didn't raise his head, hummed, and asked, "But did they seal up the golden statue?"

"Don't worry, my lord, it's already sealed, and it can be sent to Qingping temple in the afternoon, and it will never delay tomorrow's consecration ceremony." Uncle Qian said with a smile.

Yu Changkong raised his head and slightly hooked his lips: "That's good."

Uncle Qian looked at his radiant eyes, feeling nostalgic for a moment, the young master's eyes could be seen again, very much like the young lady's eyes when she was alive.

Seeing the nostalgic look on the old servant's face, Yu Changkong narrowed his smile, and his eyes fell on the scroll in his hand: "Is there anything else?"

Uncle Qian came back to his senses, with a slightly straightened expression, he said: "Young master, a letter has been sent from the clan that the patriarch has fallen ill, we are afraid we have to go back to the clan."

Yu Changkong's face changed slightly, he took the scroll and unfolded it, there were only a few words on it, saying that the patriarch fell ill and fell asleep for two days, hoping to return soon. "

He pinched the note, pursed his lips slightly, and his exquisite and beautiful face showed a bit of sternness.

"Young master?"

"When you have participated in the Code of Laws tomorrow, you can go back to the clan." A trace of boredom flashed in Yu Changkong's eyes.

Uncle Qian wanted to say that he really didn't want to go back, so he could stay here longer. After all, when he lived in Licheng for a while, the young master's smile seemed to be a little more, especially after his eyes could see things again, he became more cheerful.

The son actually doesn't like being in the clan.

But now that the patriarch is ill and comatose, he can't stop the young master from going back to fulfill his filial piety, after all, he is his own grandfather.

"Young master can stay for two more days." Uncle Qian said dryly.

Yu Changkong shook his head: "Go back, I also want to go to Zangshu Pavilion."

The bookstore outside was never as good as Yushi's Zangshu Pavilion. He had many books he wanted to find, including his father's letters.

Even after this walk, he doesn't know when he will be able to come to Licheng again. He hasn't learned how to control all kinds of evil spirits that this pair sees.

Yu Changkong looked at the villain that he had cut out by himself, it was dry, it was just a piece of paper, unlike the one that Qin Liuxi cut out, it had a soul and could move.

If he leaves, can she send the letter to herself with a little paper doll again?

The white piece in Yuchangkong's hand fell with a thud, right in the corner of Heizi's trap, and since then, the white piece has lost everything.

He seems to worry too much about gain and loss.

inappropriate.

Yu Changkong threw the sunspots into the chess cup, and stood facing the window with his hands behind his back, his eyes gradually clear and condensed.

If he wanted to walk a good path, the obstacles in front of him had to be cleared first, otherwise, he might not be able to squeeze into the opponent's path.

"After you go back, send a letter to Yunge and let them come to see me."

Uncle Qian was overjoyed: "My lord, have you finally figured it out?"

Yu Changkong looked over, and there was no joy on his face, but poured cold water on his face: "Uncle Qian, don't be happy, it's been ten years, is it true that everyone will wait for me at the same place?"

Uncle Qian was stunned: "No, Miss treats them with great kindness, and Yun Pavilion was founded by Miss, so it should be yours."

"Death is like a lamp going out." Yu Changkong lowered his eyes, and his voice was cold: "When people leave, the tea will be cold."

And people's hearts are changeable.