Also, why is this pond lotus so familiar: "Where did you take the photo?"
"Huguohou's Mansion." Zhu Xin died of poison, and Murong Ye also went to offer his condolences. He went with his tablet and entered the Huguohou's Mansion. When he was about to close the movie on the tablet, for some reason, he pressed the button. Went into the photo booth and took a picture...
"Then, as if you had discovered a new continent, you took a big shot at the Huguohou's Mansion?" Murong Xue continued Murong Ye's words.
Murong Ye smiled awkwardly: "How do you know?"
"Because your tablet computer is full of photos of the Huguohou's Mansion." Murong Xue just went to the Huguohou's Mansion yesterday, and was deeply impressed by the buildings and layout of the Huguohou's Mansion. Ye took pictures there.
The current Huguohou Mansion is holding a funeral, and the mansion is full of white banners. Most of the photos Murong Ye took were also hung with white banners. It was the first time to take pictures. When I took such a scene, I took so many pictures in one shot. Murong Ye is really unique...
"You took these photos indiscriminately!" The angle of the photo is not very good. In the image taken, there is a person with a scene and a white banner. That person, that scene, and the white banner are still half and half, not very beautiful...
"Yes." Murong Ye nodded embarrassingly. He didn't know how to take pictures for the first time, so he took the tablet and pressed everywhere...
Murong Xue: "..."
It’s not bad to be able to take pictures like this for the first time to take pictures. Although the angle and imaging are not very good-looking, the clarity is not bad...
Murong Xue dragged the photos on the tablet computer, looked at them one by one, and commented as she read: This one is okay, it can barely be regarded as a landscape photo... This one is also suitable, it is a photo of a rockery... This one is a photo of people, it is a photo of people going to As for the mourners, he photographed a group of... this picture, wait: "Murong Ye, who is this person?" Murong Xue pointed to a man in the photo and asked in a deep voice.
The man was in his forties or fifties, wearing a robe, with a cold face, sharp eyes, a beard on his chin, and an indescribably sharp person.
Murong Ye leaned over to take a look, and said, "He's the old Huguohou..."
Murong Xue's eyes froze: "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!" There are many people who went to the Huguohou's Mansion to express their condolences. Others, Murong Ye may admit their mistakes, but as the master of the Huguohou's Mansion, the old Huguohou, he will definitely not admit it...
"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Murong Ye asked casually.
Murong Xue narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at the old Marquis Huguo in the photo. The old Marquis Huguo in the photo stood beside Zhu Xin's coffin, condescendingly looking down at Zhu Xin inside the coffin, frowning slightly, and his eyes twinkled. With deep dissatisfaction, disappointment, disgust and contempt...
These expressions flashed by, and in the next photo captured by Murong Ye, the old Marquis Huguo was already full of regret and shocked by the loss of his nephew...
These expressions of the old Huguohou are not quite right. The old Huguohou who loves his younger generation should not have such expressions of dissatisfaction, disappointment, disgust, and contempt when he saw the corpse of Zhu Xin, whom he regarded as his own son...
Murong Xue was thinking in her heart, and turned to the previous photo. In the photo, the old Huguohou's dissatisfied, disappointed, disgusted, and contemptuous expression was so strong that it was about to overflow the photo...
She read it right, the old Hu Guohou was dissatisfied, disappointed, disgusted, and despised Zhu Xin's corpse...
Then the fact that he treats Zhu Xin like his own son is not valid...