How could such a Yuan family not be awe-inspiring, who would dare to disobey such Yuan Jingxu.
And the Yuan family did not interrupt Yuan Qinghua's birthday, it was making such an announcement.
The front hall is crowded with congratulatory guests, and all kinds of top dancers and singers in this world are competing for beauty, creating a great peace.
Yuan's house is very big, the front hall and the backyard are hundreds of feet apart, and the garden-style mansion looks winding and secluded.
In the most remote southwest corner of the entire compound, there is a courtyard that is completely out of reflection with the overall layout of the entire mansion.
If the Yuan family mansion is compared to a beautiful picture scroll, then this courtyard is a huge ink dot on the picture scroll.
However, when this courtyard was built at that time, no one dared to raise objections, even Yuan Jingxu, who only raised his mouth, was scolded by Yuan Qinghua, who had never been serious.
Later, they sent people to Guang'an to inspect a compound, and then copied it one by one.
Afterwards, the news spread, and everyone knew that this compound was the former residence of the Immortal Saint in Guang'an, and the old grandpa had lived there for a long time with the Immortal Saint.
At this moment, Yuan Qinghua was staring at a picture scroll in the west wing of the courtyard like ink dots.
It was a portrait, the person in the painting was in a green shirt, with fluttering sleeves, a bit chic and unrestrained, but the brushwork was immature, it looked very similar, but lacked charm.
There is also a poem in the lower right corner of the portrait: I open my eyes to the world of mortals, but my poor body is the one in my eyes.
Signed in the lower left corner: Yan Zi, but there is no seal.
Although the picture scroll is well preserved, it inevitably reveals the traces of years kissed.
In the small wing room, the light was dim. Yuan Qinghua stood in front of the portrait for a long time, staring at the person in the painting in a daze. After half an hour passed, he felt exhausted, so he moved his chair and sat down, continuing to stare at the painting. The middle man sighed deeply, "Proprietor, I regret it. I regret that I met you in front of the city gate. I regret that I didn't follow you to the outside world. The most regretful thing is that I shouldn't have met you when you returned last time."
"If we don't meet each other, I will live my life indifferently. Even if I turn into dust, my soul can return to the netherworld safely. But why did you give me such a chance to taste the wealth that I can't bear at all. I have tasted the richness, but also sank Soul, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die, I want to live, and only by living can I live forever, so I tried everything I could. I used a method that you would never accept."
"I'm afraid, I'm really afraid of you coming back, afraid of your anger, afraid of you taking everything from me. I know you better than anyone else. You seem ruthless, but in fact you are long-term. I have a heart of a scholar. I don't want you to come back, and I don't even want to plot against you, but I can't stop Jing Xu, he asks more than me, and the ambition in his heart is far stronger than mine. Strength, finally formed this formation, although it killed you, it also killed me."
"This decayed body of mine has no soul anymore, only a decayed body, a body that has killed countless people if I refused..."
While talking, Yuan Qinghua gradually closed her eyes and fell asleep.
At this moment, a voice came, "How long have you been practicing this kind of sleep that can be faked?"
The voice was not loud, Yuan Qinghua's eyelids twitched slightly, and then he closed his eyes tightly, without looking, he knew who was coming.
What he said was not bragging, in this world, he really knew Xu Yi better than anyone else.
Yuan Jingxu made a lot of hype, said so much, and even took out the resources that broke out after Xu Yi's death, which fell into Yuan Qinghua's eyes as just a joke.
He is very clear about how many life and death tests his boss has gone through, and the evidence Yuan Jingxu gave may not be the evidence that his boss wants him to see.
That's why he came to this wing to confess and self-analyze.
He understood that if Xu Yi didn't die, he would definitely observe him in the dark. This might be his last chance.
Having lived for hundreds of years, he is indeed a fine human being. He has thought through many details clearly and thoroughly. Even this kind of sleep that is false and real has been practiced repeatedly for a long time.
But until that familiar voice came, he knew that all the pretense had been seen through, it was ridiculous, pitiful...
"You can say what you want. If you don't say it, how do I know what you want? I can control you for a while, but not for the rest of your life. If you think I hurt you, then it's okay. Maybe, I know Yuan Qinghua died a long time ago."
Xu Yi stood in front of the door, his voice was like breaking ice.
With a puff, Yuan Qinghua knelt down on the ground and kowtowed continuously, "My lord, my lord, please forgive me, my lord, for Yan Zi's sake, for my sister Yan Zi's sake, I hate you so much." , I really hate that I have become what I am now... "
When Xu Yi heard the word "Yan Zi", a gleam of warmth finally flashed in Xu Yi's cold eyes, as if he saw the passing time again. The chubby young man had a sly look in his eyes, and he was selling his atlas to himself.
At this moment, a person walked in, before the person arrived, the voice came first, the voice was sweet and glutinous with a bit of seductiveness, but it was a girl in green who walked in, young and beautiful, with a dynamic figure, just met her, Xu Yi felt a pain in his heart, and his breath was short.
The girl in green looks exactly the same as Yan Zi, except for the difference in temperament, from the eyebrows to the tips of the hair, they are almost the same.
"Who is he, sir, am I the only one who can come to your room?"
The girl in green spotted Xu Yi, and shouted proudly, suddenly, as if remembering something, her eyes flicked back and forth between the portraits on the wall and Xu Yi's face, covering her mouth in horror, "Master, You said you wanted to find someone exactly like the one on this wall to serve you, but you found it so quickly, ah, master, master, what's wrong with you, master..."
The girl in green suddenly rushed to Yuan Qinghua's side, shouted in horror, reached out to Yuan Qinghua's nose with trembling hands, and immediately howled like a pig, "Master is dead, master is dead..." Shouting, while taking off the precious pendant from Yuan Qinghua's neck, stuffing it into her bosom, she suddenly thought of something again, looking up, the portrait servant whom the master had just found had disappeared at all.
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In the main hall of the Yuan family, many guests gathered.
"It's a great joy for us to gather together today on the occasion of the great grandfather's birthday, especially the general. Today, he showed his power and destroyed the evil spirits of the outside world. His prestige in this world is truly an unprecedented feat in history!"
"In today's world, the great general has been long-awaited by people, and the emperor and the Song Dynasty occupy the name, and the world is not worthy of long-term benefits. Dare to ask the great general to take the position and help the world."
"The emperor's position is nothing more than ordinary expectations. The great general's accomplishments overwhelm the world and overwhelm the present. Why don't you ask the great general to command the world, accumulate strength, and find a way to break through the boundaries. Immortal saints, no, what Xu Yi can do is the same as the general." can do it."
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