Zhao Yuying said very directly: "The Zhao Clan of Yanyun has been passed down to this day, with one master, two flats and eighteen subordinate mansions. Only those listed in the genealogy, our generation alone has thousands of children. How can we recognize so many brothers? Sisters? Blood is worthless."
Qianye frowned, although he didn't intend to return to the Zhao Clan, but what Zhao Yuying said was still extremely unpleasant.
Zhao Yuying didn't care so much, and continued: "Let's not talk about entering the genealogy. Entering the Congfu is a status, an honor, and it means massive resources. Every generation of thousands of children, no more than a hundred people can enter the mansion. Even Xiao Si is strong enough to control the entire government, but he can't convince the public by letting people in for no reason. I heard that someone came to him to protest the theory, and you know Xiao Si's temper. shelf."
It was only then that Qianye knew that the Zhao Clan was a naked elite power, half of which was inherited by blood, and half of which was superior in strength. Eighteen Cong's position in the Twelve Direct Line of Mansion is not succession from father to son, as long as you have the ability, you will have the opportunity to enter the mansion. And the 21-year-old Zhao Jundu is actually the head of one of the mansions.
Zhao Yuying said as a matter of course: "Other people don't know that you also have the blood of the Zhao family, but there is not much difference. To be recognized within the Zhao clan, you can only speak by strength. A waste of no ability will die on the battlefield sooner or later. , who has the time to take care of them?"
Hearing this, Qianye didn't know what it was like, so he was silent for a while, and said, "Zhao Jundu sent you here?"
"Of course not, he's him, I'm me. I'm just curious about you, so I came here to see for myself. But you are very nice, and I like it very much."
Qianye said with some helplessness: "You so-called looking at it, is it just doing it?"
Zhao Yuying said as a matter of course: "Of course! You are also my younger brother, Zhao Yuying, how can you be weak!"
"But just now, you seem to have killed yourself."
"If I'm really going to kill me, I'll use Kaishan to come up." Saying that, Zhao Yuying pointed at the original force hand cannon.
But the strength she used just now is enough to disable an ordinary tenth-level warrior. Is this also called testing strength? But think about it, maybe this is Zhao Jundu and Zhao Yuying's temptation. Without strength, one cannot be recognized. As Zhao Yuying said, there are thousands of people in the same clan in each generation, so what is blood relationship
Seeing Qianye's expression, Zhao Yuying said with a rare stern expression: "Little Four has tested your strength before deciding to bring you back to the clan. Otherwise, even if you enter the Zhao Clan, you will die. It's better to keep you outside."
Qianye choked on the last sentence. However, with Zhao Yuying as a comparison, Zhao Jundu's behavior in Jihuoyuan could be called gentle, and the most ruthless was just trying to shoot his left leg right through. If Zhao Yuying were replaced, at least a dozen bones would be broken.
Zhao Yuying patted Qianye on the shoulder, and said carelessly: "Don't feel uncomfortable, Xiaosi and I have come here like this. We have been fighting all the way since we were young, and we won't let anyone who is not convinced be convinced. Have today's position."
Qianye could only remain silent.
In fact, what the Great Qin Empire pursued was that the strong should be respected and the weak should be preyed on by the strong. However, since its founding for thousands of years, it has begun to pay attention to its humanistic heritage, and it has to be whitewashed in the name of righteousness. But the geniuses of the Zhao Clan are too proud to disdain this veil of shame.
Qianye exhaled lightly, and said, "Since Zhao Jundu didn't call you here, you've seen it now..."
Zhao Yuying directly interrupted Qianye, and said with a smile: "I'm idle recently, and I can help you fight or something by the way. You look like a bear, a son of a county uncle dares to attack your city Don't worry, from now on, if you have an old lady covering you, it won't work even if old man Dong comes by himself!"
But Qianye instinctively felt that Zhao Yuying's staying was definitely not a good thing. In his opinion, this unrestrained beauty was much more terrifying than an imperial county uncle. But Zhao Yuying had already picked up her hand cannon, and the muzzle of the cannon was dangling at Qianye's vital points. It seemed that if Qianye didn't agree, then Kaishan might go off the rails or something.
Qianye smiled helplessly, called in Shiqi and his personal guards, and asked them to arrange accommodation for Zhao Yuying and her two entourages, while he sat alone in the study.
He didn't know what to do for a while, so he took out the map of Xijin. However, the lines and color blocks in front of him seemed to be jumping, which disturbed him so much that he couldn't bear to watch it.
The night passed in a blink of an eye, and when the sound of the dark fire fighters' morning exercise came from outside the window, Qianye simply walked out of the room and left the base, ready to talk to Song Zining.
Song Zining settled in a luxurious mansion in the east of the city, which will become the regional headquarters of Ningyuan Group in the future. Due to the recent renovation and renovation, the whole mansion was brightly lit early in the morning, and the rushing workers were working in full swing.
Song Zining's residence was in the deep part of the mansion, so it was relatively quiet. When Qianye arrived, Song Zining was sitting under a wisteria trellis in the yard, drinking tea non-stop, looking restless.
After Qianye greeted Song Zining, he found that not only his face was pale, but also his aura was a bit vain, and even the original force showed signs of instability. So he asked worriedly, "Is your injury okay?"
Zhao Yuying crushed the fallen leaf formed by the Three Thousand Floating Leaves Art. Now it seemed that it was not that simple, and Song Zining was obviously seriously injured.
Song Zining smiled wryly, with lingering fears in his heart, "That... is a little troublesome. But it's okay, it's okay..."
"What's okay?" Qianye was a little puzzled.
Song Zining said: "Fortunately, I didn't agree to Zhao Er on the spur of the moment, otherwise I would have been killed by him!"
Qianye understood immediately, and nodded with sympathy. No matter who married Zhao Yuying, it would be a disaster. This beautiful woman has a weird personality, but she is also from a wealthy family, and she is also powerful in combat. Such a woman has almost no weaknesses, how can she get along with her
Song Zining glanced at Qianye, poured him a cup of tea, and asked, "Qianye, you seem to have something on your mind?"
Qianye sighed, and said, "Yes, it's about the Zhao Clan." He simply told what he had learned from Zhao Yuying.
Song Zining frowned, but didn't make any comment. He just asked, "What are your plans?"
Qianye was silent for a moment, and said: "It's not an option to continue like this. I plan to wait for the situation here to stabilize, and then go to the Zhao Clan."
Song Zining turned the teacup in his hand, smiled and said, "Okay, call me when the time comes, and I'll go with you."
Qianye frowned and said, "There will be danger."
Song Zining still smiled, "At least I'm still the second heir of the Song Clan. With me around, they won't go too far. The ancestor is still alive."
They are not afraid of the challenge of open swords and spears, but the calculations from the dark are hard to guard against. With Song Zining and Qianye walking together, some people with ulterior motives have to be a little scruples about how they will act.
After all, no matter how weak the Song Clan is inside, it is still the behemoth with the most wealth among the four Clans outside, and Mrs. An Guogong is in charge. If a high-ranking heir is killed in the Zhao Clan for no reason, no one will be able to explain it.
Qianye shook his head, "If you meddle in Zhao Clan's internal affairs at will, even if Mrs. An Guogong is willing to protect you, she will definitely not like it afterwards."
Song Zining laughed, "I don't want to be the head of the family, it doesn't matter if I like it or not. Besides, to me, your business is definitely not the Zhao Clan's internal affairs, but our internal affairs."
Qianye could only sigh, and said after a long time, "Don't worry about this, let me think about it again."
Song Zining nodded, "You still have to be careful with Zhao Yuying. I heard that the two branches of Lord You and Lord Yan are very difficult to deal with with Lord Cheng En." After reminding this sentence, he also Say no more.
After Qianye drank two cups of tea, he got up to say goodbye. When he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Zining, is your injury really all right?"
A suspicious red flashed across Song Zining's face, and he said angrily, "Qianye! You've learned it badly!"
Qianye was taken aback on the spot, but he really just cared and didn't think too much. But seeing Song Zining's strong reaction, Qianye immediately understood that this matter could not be brought up, and quickly slipped away.
Back at the residence of the dark fire base, Qianye accidentally saw that Wei Potian had been waiting for a long time.
"Potian, why are you free to come here? It's really strange, those noble ladies let you go like this? How was your last night?"
As soon as this matter was mentioned, Wei Potian didn't call anyone else, and said angrily: "If I hadn't been invincible in drinking last night, I would have been brought down by those wolves and leopards long ago! His grandma's, who gave them money?" Such a bad idea, to let Lao Tzu know, he must be skinned! Celebration banquet? Celebrate the achievements of the devil, those young ladies didn’t even let go of their guns!"
Qianye could only pretend to be stupid. He was watching from the side when this happened, but he didn't stop it. Of course, he wouldn't be stupid enough to say it now.
Wei Potian cursed the black hand behind the scenes for a while, seeing Qianye's strange expression, he suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, and roared, "I know! It must be that sissy Song Qi! This guy How dare you molest me behind your back, I will never end with him!"
Qianye hurriedly grabbed Wei Potian, "Wait! There's no rush to settle the accounts, you came to see me so early, you must have a serious business, right?"
When asked by Qianye, Wei Potian suddenly became fidgety and could not speak clearly, "Well, Qianye, didn't a woman come to you suddenly? The one with the original force hand cannon."
Qianye asked suspiciously, "Yeah, why?"
"I... I met her in the Far East once."
"She's been to the Far East, too? Oh, but that's possible. I just saw her for the first time yesterday. Is there something wrong?"
Wei Potian grabbed his scalp vigorously and struggled for a long time before mustering up his courage, "I don't know who she is..."
"Zhao Yuying, the granddaughter of Duke You of Zhao Clan."
Wei Potian let out an "ah" and was taken aback, his expression fluctuating, and he said after a long time, "So that's the case! I thought, I thought she was also here to discuss a marriage contract. Now it seems that it won't be the case..."
Qianye looked at Wei Potian's expression, and asked suddenly: "Do you like her?"
"No, no!" Wei Potian's voice suddenly rose, and then fell again, "It's just that there is an inexplicable feeling that she is different from other ladies of the family..."
Qianye's expression suddenly became dumbfounded, Zhao Yuying was of course different from other young ladies from aristocratic families. A person with such a unique personality is also a wonderful flower. Compared with her, Wei Potian is simply a good boy.
"What's going on with you?" Qianye's curiosity began to burn.