Xiao Zheng never explained the matter of winter hiding to outsiders. In the eyes of most people, Dongzang's death has nothing to do with them. Now even Mr. Ye is questioning this matter, obviously a little unhappy.
Seeing that the old man was really angry, Ye Zanghua hurriedly said, "Although Ah Zheng participated in this matter, he was not the leader. Old man, don't take your anger out on Ah Zheng."
Lin Huayin, who had always been accommodating to relatives, did not say anything this time and just ate lunch quietly. His expression was as usual.
If it were Old Yao Lin who scolded him, Lin Huayin would definitely not be able to sit still. But she pretended not to hear Mr. Ye's complaints. There is no other reason. Ye Gong’s starting point must be for Xiao Zhaozhao.
Good advice is offensive to the ears, if Lin Huayin doesn't even have this capacity. It can’t make Brother Azheng what he is today.
"Did you let me speak?" Ye Gong glared at Ye Zanghua who was asking for trouble. "Can't you stop eating?"
Hearing this, Ye Zanghua quickly retracted her neck and shut her mouth obediently.
After scolding Ye Zanghua, Ye Gong turned his eyes, stared at Xiao Zheng and said: "Azheng, you tell me."
When Xiao Zheng heard this, he also put down his bowls and chopsticks. Although his attitude was correct, his words were simple and rude: "I have nothing to say."
When Ye Gong heard this, he sneered: "Oh? Nothing to say?"
"Yeah." Xiao Zheng nodded. Smiled. "You already think I did something wrong. No matter what I say, it will be in vain."
Does Mr. Ye have no idea what's going on? Would he listen to what others said and believe that he killed Dong Zang himself? Since he can't, why is Mr. Ye still so angry
Xiao Zheng knew that Mr. Ye must have a reason for everything.
So he knew that the only thing he could do now was to admit his mistake. Just be soft. Otherwise, Mr. Ye would definitely have to nag himself endlessly...
"You brat. You have a bad temper." Mr. Ye snorted. He left the dinner table with a puff of sleeves. Go straight upstairs.
As soon as the old man left, everyone at the table looked at each other. Especially Ye Zanghua, nuzzled to ask Xiao Zheng to follow. Xiao Zheng smiled, shrugged and said, "Eat your food first. Don't waste your aunt's efforts in vain."
Tang Yue rolled her eyes and joked: "It means nothing if I let the old man have trouble. Your uncle and I will not have a good life."
Lin Huayin put a piece of braised pork into Xiao Zheng's bowl and said, neither salty nor bland, "Eat."
"Hey." Xiao Zheng said with a wide smile. "Thank you, wife."
When Ye Zanghua saw it, they immediately laughed angrily.
The majesty of the old man in Ye Gongguan is like a god who blocks the gods and Buddhas. Anyone who dares to talk back to him is a treasonous person. In recent years, no one except Ye Fenghuang has dared to challenge the old man at the dinner table. This Xiao Zheng is usually a master who respects the elderly and loves the young. What's going on today? The old man was angry, but he didn't react at all and just ate and drank like a normal person.
There is a mystery in this.
After eating and drinking, Xiao Zheng took an unused plate and filled half of the rice with it, took some vegetables, and finally picked up a bottle of Maotai and said slowly: "You guys eat slowly, I will deliver the meal to the old man."
Seeing that Xiao Zheng was still sensible, Ye Zanghua also breathed a sigh of relief. Otherwise, he would have no choice but to appoint Tang Yue to deliver the food. At this time, he did not dare to touch Mr. Ye’s brow.
"What kind of medicine is this kid selling in his gourd?" Ye Zanghua lit a cigarette and looked at Lin Huayin with a strange look on his face.
Lin Huayin, on the other hand, picked up the tea and took a sip: "If you are curious, can you go up and eavesdrop?"
Ye Zanghua glared at Lin Huayin: "How can I talk to my uncle? He's not big or small!"
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Ye Gong's study is always so antique. Behind the desk hangs a painting and calligraphy by a famous artist. It turns out that the four characters "Qingyuan" are like the Sword of Damocles hanging over the demons' heads at all times.
Ye Gong stood with his hands behind his back, scanning these four characters with a burning gaze. His face was resolute and steady.
"Old man, if you're going to be angry, you should eat first." Xiao Zheng walked around the desk, put the food on the table, and poured a glass of wine for the old man himself. Smiled.
But Ye Gong stared at these four characters without saying a word.
Xiao Zheng rubbed his hands, leaned forward and said with a smile: "Are you really angry?"
When Ye Gong heard this, he turned his head slightly and glanced at Xiao Zheng: "Can you promise me not to fight with them?"
"With whom?" Xiao Zheng didn't show much doubt, but said very calmly.
He knew that the old man had something to hide, otherwise he wouldn't have been uncharacteristically angry.
The reason why Ye Gong was angry was definitely not because of the winter hiding incident, but the possible risks behind the incident.
"The enemy you are facing." Ye Gong pursed his lips and said. Slowly sat on the chair. Then he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. There was infinite melancholy in his eyes.
"I have no enemies." Xiao Zheng, sitting opposite Mr. Ye, said with his usual expression. "Only competitors."
"As a person lives, there will inevitably be competition. Unless I escape into Buddhism like my mother-in-law and live in seclusion in Fengming Mountain." Xiao Zheng said with a serious face. "Mr. Ye, can you bear to let me eat chaffy vegetables?"
When Ye Gong heard this, he glared at Xiao Zheng angrily. He took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one and said: "You don't understand. You don't know what happened. You don't even know what you are facing. I let you quit for your own good. I hope you and Huayin Have a good life.”
"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings." Xiao Zheng said with relief. "Don't worry too much. We will always find a way to solve the dilemma."
"But I don't want my father's debt to be repaid by my son..." Ye Gong took a puff of cigarette with his eyes dazed and muttered to himself. "Azheng. Yan Shichang should have mentioned something to you. You also know what happened in China back then. But what I want to tell you is that this winter storage. Or this autumn harvest. It is very likely that the descendants of that old friend were People are here to claim their lives!"
When Xiao Zheng heard this, his heart suddenly trembled. His expression also became slightly complicated.
Are winter storage and autumn harvest the descendants of the mythical figure Zhao Changfeng
If there is a day of triumph in his year, I will come back again.
Are descendants of the Zhao family really back
Come back to seek revenge against the old feud? Calling for life
Ye Gong is so sure, it must be at least 80% true.
"Mr. Ye, can you confirm?" Xiao Zheng asked with narrowed eyes. "Autumn harvest and winter storage are descendants of the Zhao family?"
"Yan Shichang also has this suspicion." Ye Gong poured a second glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. "But I'm not too sure."
"But - besides being descendants of the Zhao family, who else could they be?" Mr. Ye exhaled and said slowly. "After waiting for most of my life, I finally got them here. Not too early, not too late, exactly fifty years."