"The husband can be regarded as coming, but let the concubine wait for a long life...... "The young woman greeted her with a smile, but the smile on Geng Zhiming's face froze significantly at the moment.

Geng Zhiming was not surprised, walked directly to the end of the table and sat down, and started eating. Geng Yuanming hurriedly put the tableware aside and sat upright.

"You know how to eat all day long!" Geng Feng scolded.

"It's out of the way, presumably Yun'er is hungry. The young woman's face became rosy again, "The concubine specially made a brine duck, why don't you sit down and taste it?"

"Cheap stinky boy!" Geng Feng snorted coldly. He wasn't really angry, he just habitually denied everything about Geng Zhiming.

"Xinling, don't stand still, sit down and eat!" Geng Feng waved at the young woman, and at the same time looked at Ling Sheng, "Xiao Ming, don't just look at it, eat quickly!"

Geng Yuanming started again, but his movements were obviously much more gentle, and he was like two people before. His eyes also glanced at Geng Zhiming intentionally or unintentionally, but unfortunately Geng Zhiming kept lowering his head and picking up the rice and didn't even look at him.

"By the way, Xiao Ming, haven't you been practicing physical skills recently, how are you practicing?" Geng Feng asked.

"Don't worry, Dad, progress is fast!" Geng Yuanming patted his chest and reassured.

"Yo, are you sure?" Geng Feng was amused, "Won't you be beaten and cried by girls like before?"

"Dad!" Geng Yuanming blushed and said, "How long ago was that!"

"That's right, Yuan Ming, you have to practice hard, and try to fight back when you see that girl!" Chu Xinling also covered her mouth and snickered.

"Mom, can you stop mentioning this?"

"Don't say it, you kid is really confident, and he let the family have one hand, but he was knocked out by the little girl of the Lin family, right?" Geng Feng teased.

"That's my carelessness!" Geng Yuanming argued, "I won't show mercy to my subordinates in this year's Cangling Academy Ladder Competition!"

"Lin Mo is at the top of the ladder list, are you sure?" Chu Xinling said with a smile.

"Cut, after this year, she won't!" Geng Yuanming said disdainfully.

"Be careful of being beaten and crying again!" Geng Feng sandwiched a duck leg into Geng Yuanming's bowl.

"Dad!" Geng Yuanming was completely anxious.

"Hahaha......" Geng Feng's laughter spread throughout the lobby.

It's an extremely heartwarming picture, with a laughing father in the prime of life, a gentle, graceful and beautiful mother, and an energetic child. And someone sitting in the corner of the table who only cares about the food is a superfluous guy no matter how you look at it.

But to be honest, Geng Zhiming hopes that he will be redundant forever, be a quiet little transparent, at least let him finish the meal first.

As it turned out, it couldn't be.

Maybe it was because Geng Zhiming was too idle, and Chu Xinling, who was chatting hotly with Geng Feng and Geng Yuanming, suddenly turned his head and cared about Geng Zhiming:

"Xiaoyun, how about the slave and maid I sent to your yard the day before yesterday?

Geng Zhiming's hand at the meal.

"What slave?" Geng Feng frowned, "Xinling, you're too used to him, is there still a few slaves and maids in his other courtyard?"

"Dad, you don't know, my brother has a heart for that slave," Geng Yuanming didn't smile with a smile on his face, "He also renamed someone else, what is it called Jinling......"

Geng Yuanming suddenly lost his voice.

Chu Xinling looked over a little strangely, and found that Geng Yuanming's mouth was obviously still moving, but he couldn't make any sound. Geng Yuanming obviously also discovered this problem, his face became ugly, and he looked at Geng Zhiming with an unkind gaze.

Chu Xinling just wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't make any sound. The whole dining room was eerily quiet, and even the clanging of dishes and chopsticks disappeared.

Chu Xinling had no choice but to turn his gaze to Geng Feng for help, but unfortunately, although Geng Feng's face was gloomy, he didn't make any statement.

Vocal range, fifth-order spiritual magic, can absorb all sounds within the coverage area. Geng Yuanming and Chu Xinling naturally couldn't crack it, but Geng Feng, as the head of the marching division, was the symbol of the strongest spiritual master in the empire, how could he, with the strength of the Taiqing Realm, be helpless against a mere fifth-order spiritual technique?

Chu Xinling made a fatal mistake, which person was indeed a thorn in the pan Heng between Geng's father and son, but revisiting the old story for no reason would only arouse Geng Feng's disgust and disgust.

"Enough of that?" Geng Zhiming's cold voice suddenly sounded in the hall, "Next time, it's not just as simple as telling you to shut up." ”

"You're ......!" Sensing the disappearance of the vocal range, Geng Yuanming's temper also came up.

"Shut up!" Geng Feng was furious.

Geng Yuanming shut his mouth stupidly.

"Why, this is going to be very obedient?" Geng Zhiming sneered, "Don't you plan to take out the general order and sue me again?"

"Didn't you hear me when I told you to shut up?" Geng Feng said angrily, "Also, where did you get the general order?"

Geng Zhiming slapped a piece of paper on the table with a snap:

"The security of the capital has always been the responsibility of the Ling family, even if Jing Zhaoyin has the courage to hang my portrait directly at the city gate, unless he has received the tacit consent of some people in the Ling family in advance, do you say, my dear brother?

Geng Zhiming's voice was unusually cold. When he saw this general order at the city gate, he probably guessed the whole story, and he also expected that this "family banquet" must be a Hongmen banquet, but he still maintained restraint to a large extent, giving Geng Feng enough face. But if someone doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, he has to step on his red line, so there is no need for him to continue watching them act.

"Oh, what are you talking about, it's probably because Jing Zhaoyin didn't recognize you, how could Ming'er be that kind of person?" Chu Xinling hurriedly rounded the field.

"I think you'd better explain it to me," Geng Feng looked at the general order, and his face became more and more gloomy: "Masked man?

"I did it, so what?" Geng Zhiming's face was full of indifference.

"So what?!" Geng Feng was furious, "The face of the Geng family has been lost to you!

"Don't talk about your face at every turn," Geng Zhiming said coldly, "That's your face, not mine." ”

"Rebel!" Geng Feng roared angrily, "That's how you talk to your father?!"

"I have no father, and you have no son!" Geng Zhiming forcibly suppressed his anger, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, "Your son is already dead! He was already dead when you beat his favorite girl to death in front of him a year ago!!"

"Bastard! Do you remember that slut?!" Geng Feng slapped the case, "If one dies, do you find another high-quality imitation? Let me tell you, you immediately drive that fake out today, otherwise I will let her go to the underworld to reunite with your ex!"

"I think you dare to !!" Geng Zhiming slammed his fist on the table, and a clear crack spread.

"Are you going to rebel?!" Geng Feng was so angry that his face was deformed.

"I warn you, no matter who you are, dare to move her finger again" Geng Zhiming's eyes were red, and he said word by word, "Kill, no, pardon!"

As soon as these words fell, Geng Zhiming turned around and left. Behind him, a furious Geng Feng lifted the entire table. At the same time, Geng Feng's roar full of anger also resounded in the sky:

"Bastard !!"