"Really leave Miss to him alone?" Wei Zhong stared at the back of the departing car, his expression a little gloomy.

"This Qiu Feng is not bad. The person who had just stopped drinking Wei Zhong said, his tone a little solemn.

His name is Zhuo Fenghuo, the oldest among the ten guards in the East, and the strength is also the highest, with a national face, a straight nose and a square mouth, and a calm work, he has won the trust of the Dongfang family, and he has been entrusted with important tasks since he was a child, and his prestige among the ten people is also relatively high.

"No matter how strong you are, you can be stronger than ten of us?" Wei Zhong pouted.

"After all, this is Yangcheng, and there are many of his people. Zhuo Fenghuo said lightly, in his sight, there were at least five cars surrounding the car of the Oriental Pearl in the middle, and it was by no means that Qiu Feng was the only one on the surface.

"What's more, the real role of this person is greater than you think. ”

"Brother Beacon, do you know anything?" someone wondered.

Zhuo Fenghuo shook his head slightly: "The stakes are very high, I can't say more, I can only tell you that the real goal of some of the people above is not Miss, and at a critical time, they can even save Miss's life...... What they think, it's not for you and me to speculate at will. ”

……

Rendezvous, the ancestral home of the Oriental family.

The last words of the old chief: no farewell ceremony for the body, no mourning hall, dissect the body, leave the cornea for medical research, and scatter the ashes into the Luofu Mountains.

Therefore, only some mourning objects were arranged in the house, and no one came to mourn, which seemed a little bleak.

With the death of the old chief, and his son Dongfang Hong has also retired from the position of the third in command two years earlier, the grandchildren of Dongfang Hong did not enter politics, but became an academician, and the rest of his younger brothers are not successful, for a while the Dongfang family seems to have no dazzling enough figures to dispel this desolation.

And, it seems, there's an even bigger storm brewing.

No family can prosper for a long time, and the next period is when the Oriental family clamps its tail and behaves in a low-key manner. The Celestial Empire has a long history, after thousands of years, only a few families have witnessed her rise and fall from beginning to end, and have never been annihilated.

For example, the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan's original surname was Gongsun, and later changed to Ji's surname; Yandi Shennong's clan, the leader of the Jiang tribe; Taihao Fuxi's founding of Bagua, and when his descendant Sun Zhong was born, out of Zhen, he took Dongfang as his surname.

And so on and so forth, and a few.

The heritage is comparable to that of a family, and the heritage is naturally profound. The Dongfang family may be temporarily lonely, but with the marriage of Gongsun Shuwan and Dongfang Hong, the Dongfang family and the Gongsun family will advance and retreat together, plus the old chief's Yu Yin, as long as one person in the Mesozoic Era can go to the most important positions, then it will be another period of prosperity.

Dongfang Hong, as the eldest grandson of the old chief, usually loves calligraphy, Gongsun Shuwan personally grinds ink for him, and in the courtyard, there are already long posts hanging on the table.

"It's been a long time since you've been here, but you're still so good. A white figure walked into the courtyard, black hair like a waterfall, white clothes better than snow, looking no more than forty, with an ethereal temperament, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother?" Gongsun Shuwan saw the person coming, her grinding hand was a little uncontrollable, and her face was full of surprise, "Why are you back?"

Dongfang Hong's pen was crooked, and the entire calligraphy and painting were destroyed, he raised his head and smiled: "Uncle, you haven't been here for a long time, why are you still comfortable staying abroad?"

"There is a good apprentice who is filial to me, and I am very relaxed. Gongsun Wuzheng smiled faintly and stared at Dongfang Hong, "I heard that someone from the Jiang family came to discuss with you?"

Dongfang Hong's expression froze slightly, and then he sighed: "It seems that my uncle hasn't returned to Longdu for many years, but he still knows everything about this place." Uncle's ...... today Are you here to ask the teacher about sin?"

"It's about my apprentice, so naturally I have to inquire clearly. ”

"Brother, let's talk while having a cup of tea. Gongsun Shuwan saw that Gongsun Wuzheng's intentions seemed to be a little unkind, and hurriedly persuaded.

"It's fine. Gongsun Wuzheng smiled.

My sister and brother-in-law, to put it bluntly, are a family, even if there are any contradictions, just sit down and talk about it.

It seems that his attitude has made the two couples relax a lot, Dongfang Hong's hand holding the brush is also a little looser, and he put down the pen and said with a smile: "Uncle, my tea art has improved a little in recent years, and I just want you to give me some advice." ”

"Don't dare to point out, but you should learn from each other. Gongsun Wuzheng sat down at the stone table in the courtyard.

"How dare you, since you were a child, in addition to martial arts, you know everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and your mind is also a first-class good envoy, if you are still in Longdu, there is something wrong with Jiang Mingyi. Dongfang Hong said with a smile and took the initiative to continue the topic of the Jiang family. As for Gongsun Shuwan, she just sat quietly aside, in an ancient family like theirs, when men talk about things, women have no right to speak.

"If my apprentice is still in Longdu, there will be nothing to do with Jiang Tingchao. Gongsun Wuzheng said calmly, as if he was recounting a normal thing.

Dongfang Hong's face remained unchanged, and after boiling the tea, he washed and poured the tea before serving it to Gongsun Wuzheng: "If you want to blame him, you can only blame him for his thin life, his mother is just the daughter of a small family, how can the Jiang family tolerate him? If it weren't for the eldest brother, he would have died a long time ago...... Uncle, try it. ”

Gongsun Wuzheng took a deep look at Dongfang Hong, back then, the Dongfang family had also done something similar to the Jiang family.

"Fate?" Gongsun Wu picked up the teacup and sniffed it, took another sip, and then slowly showed a meaningful smile: "The Jiang family will regret it." ”

"Regret, regret throwing him away?" Dongfang Hong was curious.

"No, at this point, they will never regret it. What they will regret is that they didn't kill Feng'er in the first place, but handed it over to me. Gongsun Wuzheng put down the cup, "With me, who dares to say that his life is thin? The Jiang family doesn't recognize him, and I treat it as my own." ”

A trace of shock flashed in Dongfang Hong's eyes, Gongsun Wuzheng's words did not seem to be as simple as it seemed.

Gongsun Wuzheng didn't continue to say more, but asked lightly: "What is the Jiang family looking for you for?"

"This ......" Dongfang Hong didn't think about how to explain it, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "I want the Jiang family to save Mingzhu's life." You also know that our strength has fallen to a low point now, and Mingzhu is the meat of my heart and Shuwan......"

Gongsun Wuzheng's face showed a faint disdain, I don't know if it was Dongfang Hong or the Jiang family: "Do you dare to guarantee that they will abide by the agreement?"

"I ......" Dongfang Hong wanted to nod his head and give himself confidence, but he knew that between them and the Jiang family, backsliding was just commonplace.

"It looks like they've regretted it now......" Gongsun Wuzheng raised the corners of his mouth, and the range of his movements was very small, but everyone could see that he was in a good mood, "Do you know why I offered to let him take this task at that time?"

"Hmm, why?" Dongfang Hong was stunned.

"There are some grievances, it's time to make a break. Gongsun Wuzhen said with a smile, picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Just a little seduction, Jiang Mingyi can't help it......"

As he spoke, Gongsun Wuzheng's face turned cold, and the entire courtyard seemed to fall into a cold winter: "Do you really think that I didn't kill him back then, because of the face of Old Man Jiang and my father?"

"I just saw Feng'er's eyes at that time, and suddenly felt that it might be better to let Feng'er handle it herself. Gongsun Wuzheng stood up and said, "The tea is good, and there has been great progress." ”