"Oh, this little brother writes well?" Master Mo's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he carefully looked at Duanmu Yawang. "Although this little brother has blue eyes, people look down. It's really alive."

Duanmu Ya looked down: "Master Xie Mo praised."

Master Mo is very gentle: "Mo has something to deal with. If there is nothing wrong with my little brother, he will be here with me for a period of time. When things are done, how about we talk about it again?"

"Okay." Duanmu Yawang bowed his hands: "Master Mo, please handle your own affairs."

Master Mo nodded, and said to Chu Zichen: "His Royal Highness..."

"Master Mo don't have to worry about your Highness." Chu Zichen seemed to know what Master Mo wanted to say, stretched out his hand to interrupt him, and asked directly, "How is Cheng Che's funeral?"

Upon hearing this, Master Mo glanced at the group of middle-aged men and women who were kneeling in the hall, and then secretly sighed: "Your Highness's reputation is a good thing for everyone in our Scarlet Flame Empire. Now The main hall is down. If you feel that Master Rong is sorry for being clear, why don't you feel unconvinced and just tell your highness directly, how about letting your highness make the decision for you?"

"Caomin dare not!"

The middle-aged couple knelt on their knees and did not dare to lift their heads, "Fang, just now we meant to be obsessed with things, and I ask the adults not to be offended, and for the funeral of the children, as well as Master Laurong and Master Mo bother."

Chu Youning on one side heard this, frowning and muttering: "You are Brother Cheng Che's parents, you should naturally take care of the funeral, why should you ask the two adults?"

When the two middle-aged couples heard this, their bodies trembled again, opening their mouths to open their mouths, but they wanted to speak but stopped.

"His Royal Highness, the clear corpse is actually best handled in the imperial city. After all, it is not easy to return home with the clear corpse." Master Mo sighed, "Of course, the prerequisite is the consent of clear parents. Row."

Duanmu Yawang looked at Master Mo and then at the two middle-aged couples.

They were quiet for a while, and then there was a sobbing sound, Duanmu Ya looked and listened to the sobbing sound like a middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman sobbed without speaking for a moment, while the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and gently pulled her sleeve, as if secretly made her cry.

The middle-aged woman barely stopped crying, and the middle-aged man shook his body without raising his head and said, "Master Mo is right. Cao Min just regrets his son so much that he doesn’t know manners and thoughts. Master Mo, please forgive me. The child is blessed and can be loved by two adults. I personally find a cemetery for him and deal with his funeral. As parents, we thank the two adults here."

"You don't have to be polite."

Master Mo sighed, his face looked tired, "Clearness can be said to be grown up by Master Rong and I. He is the most outstanding child of the two of us in so long. He has such a thing. The word sad can be summed up."

As soon as this was said, the kneeling couple trembled and sobbed for a while.

Chu Youning listened, Fuer secretly said to Duanmu Yawang in the past: "There are so many people, and the two of them cry like this, and they always feel a little pretentious. Besides, I heard that these two people have always wanted to make a claim against Master Rong. Now this crying is so fake, it's really uncomfortable."

Duan Muya squinted her eyes, held up the cup on one side, held the lid of the cup and gently floated the tea without saying a word.

"Two of you don't kneel down."

Master Mo stood up, walked over in person, and stretched out his hand to pull up the kneeling middle-aged couple. His face was gentle, and his eyes were still secretly revealing some pain, "We will take care of everything."

"Master Xie."

The middle-aged couple responded. The middle-aged man glanced sideways at the middle-aged woman. He probably saw that she was weeping, so he stretched out his hand and gently wiped her face with his sleeve. Others watched this scene. Lowered his head, someone snorted disdainfully.

The two were kneeling in front of the hall, and in this group of people, Duanmu Yawang and Chu Youning were the latest to come, so they were sitting at the back of the hall, closer to the door.

Therefore, Duanmu Yawang can't actually see the appearance of this couple. He only feels that when they stand up, they are self-contained. The man is taller and the woman is petite. Although she is middle-aged, she looks from behind. This is still clear and elegant.

As far as the back is concerned, it's pretty seductive.

However, it is said that Lan Chengche is very good, and the two will naturally not grow bad.

"You don't have to be polite." Master Mo replied, turning his eyes to the humanity of the housekeeper: "Housekeeper Mo, Master Lan and Mrs. Lan came from thousands of miles away. They are unfamiliar with this place, and they came in a hurry. I didn’t find a place to stay. It’s getting late today, so please pack up an upper room for the two of you."

Butler Mo with a sheep beard heard the words, clasped his fists and nodded: "Yes, the old slave will do it now."

Lan Chengche's father stretched out his hand to stop him: "Don't bother, we came this time, and brought two servants over, and they have already booked the inn."

Master Mo frowned, "Master Lan, it's convenient to live in the State Supervision Mansion, so why did you think of staying in an inn?"

Master Lan sighed and said softly: "Chengche has lived here for so many years, so we are afraid of touching the scene." He just finished his words, and she didn't know if Mrs. Lan had a tacit understanding with him or something, she immediately Sadly sobbed again.

When Chu Youning heard this, she began to complain again: "What is the situation? It has been so many years, they should have come here to see Brother Cheng Che several times, every time they come and rushed and rushed. Yes, there is a quarrel indispensable, so what's the point?"

"I said you are enough!"

Duanmu Yawang couldn't help but reached out and knocked on his head: "It's the parents, shouldn't people be really sad?"

"His Royal Highness really can't see that they are really sad."

"..." She had nothing to say, after all, she just came here and didn't know anything.

"Master Mo, your highness, dear sons, Cao Min's wife is not in good health. She has not rested on the road these past two days, and her body is getting weaker and weaker. Cao Min wants to take his wife back to the inn to rest first."

Lan Chengche's father asked to leave at this time.

"Okay." Chu Zichen nodded, "You can talk about specific matters after a break tomorrow."

"OK."

Master Lan took Madam Lan's hand and bowed to them decently before turning away.

When they turned around, Duanmu Yawang realized that the appearance of this middle-aged couple was even better than she had imagined. Although the man looked about forty, his appearance was very good. A peerless man.