Shangguan Jinhong's eyes were really terrifying, as if all the secrets were hidden in front of him.

Yan Li had the illusion that the other party had seen through it, and his heart almost jumped out.

"Father......" he called in a low voice, his eyes a little evasive, like a mouse meeting a cat.

Although this was his knee-jerk reaction, it was in line with Shangguan Feihong's usual performance.

Shangguan Jinhong nodded lightly and said, "Sit down." ”

Sit down.

The incense tent in the dining room is of fine cloud ribbing, embroidered with water clouds and warm smoke. The reticulated panes and jade pillars on all sides are made of long-aged rosewood. The embroidery of the carpet comes from Yunshui Pavilion. The stool is made of pear blossom wood, which is not precious, but it is very strong. The tablecloth is two complete and exaggeratedly large tiger skins.

The breakfast was simple and sophisticated.

Yan Li sat down, picked up the ivory chopstick, and waited for Shangguan Jinhong to move the chopsticks first, and then he sandwiched an eggplant pot and put it in the bowl containing the gruel.

Every action habit is almost completely consistent with Shangguan Feihong.

These were already familiar to him.

There is also a strange thing about this family: food is not spoken.

The days of the old pedants have long since passed, and there is little emphasis on such red tape among practitioners.

A meal was eaten up in awkward silence.

At least in Yan Li's feelings, the father and son sat without talking, which was really a bit embarrassing.

The servant brought five cups of tea, and after each gargling his mouth, Shangguan Jinhong slowly spoke: "How is the boss's cultivation?"

Yan Li knew that he couldn't leave yet. After eating, there is a routine "morning meeting", just like the early dynasty, they report the tasks like courtiers, and Shangguan Jinhong is like the emperor, giving comments or continuing to give more orders.

"I still can't comprehend the true nature of martial arts. Yan Lidao.

"If you are looking for fun all day long, you will have ghosts if you can comprehend it. The third Shangguan Feiying has been in charge of killing the hall for a long time, which makes him seem to have a lot of evil spirits.

"Sooner or later, die on a woman's belly. His eyes were unruly, and he didn't give Shangguan Feihong face at all.

"Third brother, how do you talk to the eldest brother?" Shangguan Feipeng's voice was as calm as his people.

Shangguan Jinhong raised his hand and waved his hand, saying, "The matter of cultivation depends on chance." The boss is in charge of the dockyard and does his best, so there is no need to blame him. But yesterday Zhang Jin said that the accounts were a little wrong, what happened?"

Yan Li said quietly: "The matter of the accounts has been clarified, and it is the person in charge of the accounts who accidentally made a mistake. ”

"Then kill. Shangguan Jinhong said lightly.

Yan Centrifugal jumped, and pretended to be relaxed: "Although I made a small mistake, but the child used it quite well, and if I change it to another one, it may not be better to use." ”

"Oh?" Shangguan Jinhong's eyes became extremely bright, and he stared at Yan Li burningly, "You have made great progress today." ”

"What is my father referring to?" Yan Li only felt his heart beating, and unconsciously began to suspect that he had been recognized.

Shangguan Jinhong said: "In the past, you would not disobey your father, let alone think about others. ”

It's really worthy of being a father and son!

It's just a slight change, and it's immediately noticed.

Yan Li secretly scolded himself for his clumsiness, and hurriedly smiled: "If the father wants to kill, then kill it, the child just said his opinion." ”

"Very nice. Shangguan Jinhong nodded slightly.

Yan Li couldn't figure out whether it was really good or false, whether the left was good or the right was good.

The fourth Shangguan Feilong gloated: "Big brother, you don't know, my father has always been very strict about accounts, and it can't be considered a trivial matter to keep wrong accounts, and it's cheap to kill him." ”

As he spoke, he turned to Shangguan Jinhong, "Father, the Bloody Hand Pavilion has nothing to do recently, and the birds are idle, so it's better to let the children do it, kill the chicken and respect the monkey, and let those who take care of the accounts take care of it, don't make the same mistake." After saying that, he looked at his father expectantly, as if he was thinking about what method would be more fun to kill.

Yan Li's eyes narrowed silently, so as not to reveal the murderous intention.

After waiting for a long time, Shangguan Jinhong said slowly: "That's it, it's rare that the boss has his own idea, which is gratifying." ”

Shangguan Feilong suddenly felt a little excited.

Shangguan Jinhong continued: "How is the second child, is the old man willing to serve us?"

"The old man was stubborn. Shangguan Feipeng shook his head, "At first, he pretended to be like a grandson, and really wanted him to serve, but he would rather die than obey, and he talked to me about the way of freedom, and I was put in a water prison." ”

Yan Li's heart moved, and there was no mention of the old man in the information.

Shangguan Feilong suddenly came to his senses and said, "Second brother, you know that the Bloody Hand Pavilion has the best means to deal with this kind of person, give me two days, and let him learn to bark without hesitation." Do you want me to do it?

"After entering the Bloody Hand Pavilion, does he still have a life?" Shangguan Feipeng said lightly, "You never make a difference between the severity of your attack, I don't worry about handing it over to you." ”

Shangguan Jinhong said: "After all, he is the descendant of the Heavenly Craftsman, and he must be arrogant, be more patient and grind, don't get killed." ”

"Yes. "Shangguan Feipeng should go down.

The next Killing Hall and the Bloody Hand Pavilion are all some fights and killings, and they are not worth listening to.

Yan Li pretended to listen carefully while quietly repairing the injuries in his body.

Ordinary medicine and self-healing are too slow, and the practitioner is not fast enough to heal his own wounds, but it is better than nothing.

While we were talking, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter. Shangguan Jinhong stopped talking.

An old servant immediately came in and said respectfully: "Master, there is a person outside who claims to be Jin Sheng, the head of the Northern Tang Dynasty of the Dragon Emperor's Mansion, who asks to see him, saying that he has something important to tell you." ”

Yan Li's pupils contracted suddenly.

Shangguan Jinhong said: "Did you say anything?"

The old servant glanced at Yan Li hesitantly, and said, "He said that this matter is closely related to the eldest prince, please be sure to be present with you." ”

Shangguan Jin Hong glanced at Yan Li and said, "Is the boss saddled with some lawsuit?"

"No, no......" Yan Li's face was very exciting.

"Let's go meet it. Shangguan Jinhong stood up as he said and walked out with the old servant.

When he got to the door, he turned around and said, "Boss, what are you waiting for?"

"Oh, here we are. Yan Li stiffly followed.

When I came to the hall for welcoming guests, I saw Jin Sheng sitting at the bottom of the place, with a cold face, holding the tea but not drinking, when he saw the two of them coming in, he put down the teacup, stood up and said, "Shangguan Gang Master is finally here." ”

"You're welcome, sir, just sit down. Shangguan Jin Hongjing walked to the first place and sat down, "My lord visited today, I heard that it is related to the dog, I don't know what he has done?"

Jin Sheng stared at Yan Li deadly, his already small eyes narrowed into a slit, and a tide-like chill poured out of it, filling the entire hall.

Provoked by this killing intent, Liya almost jumped out of the cliff to fight back, and was pressed down by Yan Li.

As already mentioned in the preface, killing intent is different from killing intent.

Killing intent is just a thought, but killing intent is a will.

Only a deep, deep resentment will give birth to killing intent.

"Why is your lord like this?" Shangguan Jinhong sensed how keenly he felt.

Jin Sheng stared at Yan Lisen Ran and smiled, "Is Ling Lang really still Ling Lang?"

PS: Anyway, it should be made up, it's not good to owe it for too long, it's still three chapters today, I hope it's nothing tomorrow, write it early.

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