Wang Ruoyu was a little aggrieved. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She knew she couldn't convince Wang Qingquan.

Wang Qingquan single-handedly created the glory of the Wang family, and he is naturally not an ordinary person.

Outsiders may think that he is mediocre, but that can only mean that many people are mediocre and can't see what he is good about.

But Wang Ruoyu is very clear.

Even if Wang Qingquan is idle at home, he still tightly controls all the major affairs of the family, he is willing to fulfill his beloved daughter, so that Wang Ruoyu will become the proud daughter of the world, but once it involves the interests of the family, he will have his own insistence.

However, Wang Qingquan obviously didn't want to force his daughter.

"Why have the two old ladies survived until now?" Wang Qingquan asked suddenly.

Wang Ruoyu knew what her father meant, and she didn't say anything.

"Because they know very well that if they live one more day, they will buy a day for the family." Wang Qingquan said with some guilt: "Actually, I know that they live very hard, in fact, leaving this world is a relief for them, but I understand their good intentions, people, living in this world, must take responsibility, so we sometimes envy those ordinary people, because they can take care of many things less and can live more freely, but we can't." ”

Wang Ruoyu sighed in his heart and turned to leave.

Wang Qingquan looked at his beloved daughter, and stopped talking.

He still has a lot to say, but he knows that no matter what he says, he can't convince his beloved daughter.

Knowing the daughter Mo Ruo's father, what kind of character Wang Ruoyu is, he, as a father, knows better than anyone else.

He only hoped in his heart that Zhao Bing could take on some responsibilities.

At this moment, Wang Qingquan's heart was actually very sad, and he was very sympathetic to Zhao Bing and Wang Ruoyu, a pair of lovers.

But if you really want to blame, you can only blame them for being born in the Wang family and the Zhao family, and they happen to be in the same lineage, so the love and marriage between them is no longer a matter of the two of them, but a major event of the two families, and it has become the focus of many people's attention.

Wang Ruoyu returned to his room, stood at the window, and looked at the pond outside in the distance.

There are a few goldfish in the pond, playing and carefree.

There was a sunset on the horizon, and the red light fell on the pond, as if a veil was covering the pond, and everything felt a little dreamy.

She suddenly had an urge to go to Tianhai.

From being engaged to Zhao Bing to the present, and even from childhood to the present, she has always endured more than Zhao Bing.

For example, now, she has to take care of many things of the two families, and she is physically and mentally exhausted in Yanjing, but Zhao Bing is living a leisurely life with a group of women in Tianhai.

Why is this happening?

She asked herself in her heart.

Why haven't you complained?

She smiled wryly.

Because she knew the answer.

……

Compared with Zhao Xishui, Zhao Sihai's life is also very leisurely.

It seems that the father and son of the Zhao family are so idle by nature.

He doesn't usually live in the old mansion and doesn't live in the city.

Everyone thinks that he is an infatuator, and he is willing to live alone on this mountain for the rest of his life because of the woman back then.

But in fact, the reason is not so simple.

He is an idler, but in the eyes of some people, he is not an idler.

No one knows that there are often people who come to visit him, and those people are not only strange people in the rivers and lakes, but also many bigwigs who live in extremely high positions in the temple.

If you live in the old mansion of the Zhao family, this is naturally very inconvenient.

But since the old lady's illness worsened, the number of guests he received plummeted.

Fortunately, he didn't care about it.

Planting vegetables and hoeing weeds, he wears a felt hat on his head, like an ordinary old farmer.

He enjoys it.

It's just that many things that are destined will not go in the direction he thinks.

The name Zhao Sihai once had strong winds and waves in Yanjingxuan, and anyone who heard it would be in awe.

In those years, the three words Zhao Sihai became a legend in itself.

Many years passed, and the legend became a memory, but he never wanted to remember those past events.

People make mistakes, and when he is young and frivolous, he also makes mistakes, so when he remembers his youth, he will regret it.

Looking at the car under the cliff, Zhao Sihai's brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The Shadow Dragon stood right behind him, unsure of what he was thinking.

"I'll go to the back mountain to pick some tea." Shadow Dragon said suddenly.

With that, he went straight to the back of the house.

Soon, an old man appeared on the mountain, far away from the old man, there were several bodyguards, and at the foot of the mountain, there were also many hidden masters.

Thinking about the last time we met in the small building of Zhongnanhai, it has been a long time now.

Zhao Sihai invited the old man to sit down, personally made a pot of tea, and poured it with the old man.

The old man took a sip and praised: "Your tea art is still so good, and the tea you have here tastes good, but I have better tea leaves there, and I brought you a box today." ”

As he spoke, the old man pointed to a box of unpackaged tea leaves on the table.

Zhao Sihai smiled bitterly.

As the No. 1 head of the country, he has a lot of opportunities, and when he first took office, he was busy doing something to show the world, where would he have such leisure and leisure to come here to drink tea.

And this box of unpackaged tea, you don't have to think about it to know its preciousness, it is by no means available on the market to buy or collect, it is estimated that the annual output of the country is only three or five boxes.

"In your busy schedule, come and have tea with me?" Zhao Sihai frowned.

"It's not just about drinking tea, but I want to play two games of chess with you." The old man laughed, and it was not clear from his demeanor that he was thinking.

Zhao Sihai reluctantly put on the chessboard and played chess with the old man.

The old man's chess skills are extraordinary, compared to the national players, Zhao Sihai won one and lost two, and the only game he won was obviously because the old man released water.

"Mrs. Zhao is not in good health, and I am very relieved, but I don't have time to visit, I still hope that he can live a long life." When the old man was leaving, he sighed very seriously.

Zhao Sihai was stunned in place, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The old man's words and deeds, even his expression, all contained deep meaning, and this sentence made Zhao Sihai a little confused.

Regarding Zhao Sihai, many people only regard him as the biggest rebel of the Zhao family.

Let the hug-raise sister work hard, and he lives a life like idle clouds and wild cranes in the mountains, at best, it is called not eating the fireworks of the world, jumping out of the Three Realms, not in the five elements, but at worst, it is an escape.

Without a sense of responsibility, you can't escape a love word in your life.

This is what many people think of him.

Only a few people know that Zhao Sihai is actually a legend.

It's a pity that those legends are a little old, and there are very few people who know the secrets.

Who would have thought that he would be able to enter and exit the Central and South China Seas at any time and meet the First Chief without waiting, well, even if he had never been there, he would have such a privilege.

Who would have thought that even if he lived on this mountain, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, he would still not be able to stop the visit of the rulers of every circle.

The old man's visit was very abrupt, which made Zhao Sihai very puzzled, and the old man's last sentence made him faintly guess.

Standing on the side of the mountain, looking at the clouds in the sky, looking at the cities in the distance, and looking at the mountains and rivers in the near distance, Zhao Sihai's brows furrowed tightly.

The weather was nice today.

The sun was shining, there was no birdsong and flowers, but there was really a bird flying from afar.

It was a black bird, unknown, and many people would never see it in their lifetime.

It resembles a carrier pigeon, but it is not a pigeon, it is gray all over, and it is very small, probably only a little larger than a thumb, but its speed is as fast as lightning, and because it flies extremely high, even if it occasionally skims over the city of Yanjing, few people can see it, and even if they do, they may think it is an illusion.

Because it's really, really fast.

At this time, the little bird flew through the clouds, flew from a distance, and finally landed in Zhao Sihai's hands.

It was very affectionate to Zhao Sihai, and kept rubbing its little head on Zhao Sihai's body.

"Long time no see."

Zhao Sihai's face showed a long-lost smile.

The bird brought a letter, but the content of the letter was very short, just one word.

"Come on."

The shortest letter in the world.

But Zhao Sihai didn't dare to slack off, because he knew where this letter came from, and that place had made him ......

It was a long time ago, and he didn't want to think about it, and he couldn't talk about it, but he was thinking about another thing.

Is it time to make good on that promise?

Zhao Sihai's smile slowly froze, he looked at the south, and was silent.

……

Inside the gate of the Forbidden City, the king of Hades was still napping with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping very soundly.

Zhao Sihai walked straight past him without saying hello, but he only walked a few steps, and the words of the king of Hades sounded behind him.

"Is the plan about to begin?"

Zhao Sihai didn't stop, only said: "Maybe." ”

Hades sighed: "What should come will always come, I persuaded you at the beginning, but unfortunately you always didn't listen." ”

"He has no regrets, I have not regretted it, since the time to come will always come, everything will be as it is." Zhao Sihai frowned.

"You're such a son." Hades said.

Zhao Sihai said: "If you want to blame, you can only blame him for his bad life, maybe it's not my son, it's the best." ”

"He's still my apprentice." Hades said, "So, I hope he'll be fine." ”

"Isn't it nine deaths, there will always be a glimmer of life, I believe he can."

Zhao Sihai's words don't seem to have much confidence.

An inconspicuous hall in the Forbidden City.

This is not a place for tourists to come, and even around the main hall, there are people who are faintly guarded, but it is difficult for people to notice.

Zhao Sihai came here, and no one would stop him.

He entered the main hall.

The old color of the main hall is still antique, with a strong Ming and Qing dynasty style, special atmosphere, magnificent, and solemn.

The body was raised, Zhao Sihai jumped on the roof beam, slapped it somewhere, and when he landed, the wall had already retreated, revealing a secret door.

Behind the secret door, a glimmer of light came out, leading down a row of stone steps, deep into the ground.

Facing down the stone steps, a few turns turned around, and light sources appeared on the walls on both sides of the stone steps, where only two people could walk side by side.

Every few meters, there is an egg-sized night pearl on the wall, this kind of night pearl, which is almost impossible to find on the market, emits a millimeter of light, illuminating the tunnel clearly.

Zhao Sihai did not hesitate at all, continued to move forward, gradually, the tunnel became deeper and deeper, it is estimated that it has reached a depth of hundreds of meters underground, and finally it is flat, and finally, he came to a stone gate.

The stone gate is very large, with an area of nearly twenty square meters, and there is an old man in gray sitting cross-legged in front of the door.

"Elder, the disciple is ordered to come."

Zhao Sihai respectfully hugged his fists and saluted.

The gray-clothed old man's eyes opened a slit, there was thunder and lightning in his eyes, extremely sharp, he looked at Zhao Sihai and nodded slowly. With a wave of his hand, a strong wind blew, and the stone door shrank to both sides, revealing a portal.

Zhao Sihai took a breath and stepped in.

This is a hall, covering an area of about hundreds of zhang, very spacious and bright, on the walls around it, there are still countless night pearls, the ground and the wall, carved with countless golden dragons, lifelike.

Eight old men, all sitting in circles, all with white beards and hair, all dressed in gray robes, surrounded an old man in the middle.

The one in the middle, dressed in a golden robe embroidered with a golden dragon, with teeth and claws, was extremely vivid, and the old man was even older, with two extremely long eyebrows, hanging down from both sides of his face, which looked somewhat majestic, but never strange.

Zhao Sihai knelt down and saluted the old people.

"Zhao Sihai greets the Dragon Lord and the elders."

The old people around them, as if they had been sitting for many years, still ignored and did not move at all, they seemed to be dead, but their bodies exuded a strong majesty, and there was a strong vitality hidden in them.