Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

On that day, Qin Ruan saw Huo Yunqiu for the last time.

She heard clearly that Huo Yunqiao said in a calm voice that he was going to die.

Master Lingxuzi said that he could not survive the winter, and he was going to stay with her and the child after his death.

Mr. Huo didn't lie or break his promise.

The third-generation grandson of the Huo family, the youngest head of the family, Mr. Huo, died.

He didn't live past thirty-five and died in his prime.

Before his death, Mr. Huo was the object of admiration and pursuit by countless children of aristocratic families in the capital.

It is also a man that many women are rushing to marry, and they try their best to marry.

Of course, Mr. Huo never married a wife in his short life.

In addition to his poor health, in this short life, it can be said that everything went well.

After Huo Yunqiang died, he was really buried in Wanbao Mountain, and a new tombstone was added beside the tomb of Qin Ruan and the child.

In her previous life, she and Huo Yunjie only had one relationship, and it was impossible to talk about such a strong relationship.

Everything the other party did was to avenge her and the child, which was his responsibility as a man.

But after he died, he was still with her and the child, and the sourness in Qin Ruan's heart drowned her.

Huo Sanye, who has always been a powerful man in the capital, has always been gentle and graceful in advancing and retreating, and has a modest and gentleman's style, turned into a slaughtering blade, bloodbathed all over the world, and only avenged her and her children.

The enemies of the Qin family were in pain and torture.

All the murderers involved in his father's death, forcing the eldest brother to go out of the country, and framing the accomplices of the second brother whose whereabouts are unknown, have not been left behind.

How can Qin Ruan repay this deep love and righteousness?

There was a faint coolness on her face, and someone was touching her cheek.

Qin Ruan pulled away from her memory, a long, fair hand with clear joints reflected in her trembling beautiful eyes.

Flawless, pale and handsome, clearly eye-catching.

"Why are you crying?"

Huo Yunjie wiped the tears from Qin Ruan's cheeks, his voice soft and pitiful.

The opponent's hand was cold, like jade, permeating her heart.

Qin Ruan took a step back, she wiped her face indiscriminately, and her hands were wet.

She dodged her eyes uncomfortably, raised her arms and wiped the tears off her face with her clothes.

After doing all this, Qin Ruan realized that the clothes she used to wipe her tears belonged to Huo Yunjie.

Huo Yunqiu's face suddenly became frosty, and his already pale face became even paler.

"Third brother!"

Huo Yirong, who had been paying attention to him, immediately noticed something was wrong and stepped forward.

Huo Yunqiu pursed her thin lips tightly, and pain and faint exhaustion appeared in her cold eyes.

He was clearly sick again.

I haven't had a well-cultivated body. After these two days of hard work, I will fall ill at any time.

Weakness is the most obvious sign of morbidity.

Huo Yirong didn't say a word, he was about to leave with his arm.

Huo Yunqiu did not refuse, he put most of his strength on his second cousin, his back was straight, and he did not show any weak posture.

"and many more--"

When Huo Yirong spoke out nervously, Qin Ruan also saw that Huo Yunjie was in a wrong situation.

A faint purple aura appeared around the other party's body, which was the appearance of a noble person.

Of course, there were strands of black mist in his faint purple air.

This situation is very wrong.

Looking back on the previous life, the other party had not lived past the age of thirty-five, so Qin Ruan stopped the person who left before he could think.

Huo Yunjie and Huo Yirong looked back together and returned to Qin Ruan's cool and beautiful face.

She lost the panic and anxiety she had before, and the emotion in her eyes was worry and concern for Huo Yunqiao.

"What's wrong with you?"

Qin Ruan stepped forward, frowning and staring at Huo Yunqiu's delicate pale face.