More than a dozen black cars drove all the way from Zhongshan County to Miaoji Township.

Even in the Chinese New Year's Eve, the streets of the township are full of people, and people passing by are curious when they look at this black car.

After turning a few corners, the car stopped in front of a house.

A young man received the news in advance and was already waiting in front of the house.

"Comrade Liao Xuebin! How's it going? ”

"Xiao Liao, long time no see!"

"Brother Liao, how is the old man doing lately?"

When a group of county officials saw the young man, they all smiled and stepped forward to ask eagerly.

"Thanks to you, I have a good life with the old man." Liao Xuebin arched his hand with a smile, looked at Zhang Heng's family surrounded by the crowd, and nodded: "Everyone, please come in with me, the old man is in the courtyard and has been waiting for a long time." ”

Zhang Heng looked at this young man, the other party was about thirty years old, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, and the whole person looked like there was no trace of fireworks.

Wei Lan was beside him, looked at Liao Xuebin, according to the investigation on the surface, this person is Zhang Qisong's private life secretary, who has followed Zhang Qisong since he was more than ten years old, and Zhang Qisong was already planning for retirement at that time, so he recruited a private secretary to take care of his private life in his later years.

But Wei Lan knew that secretly, this Liao Xuebin was actually an imperial scout, and he was also Zhang Qisong's spokesman for the outside world, and at the same time, he had a close relationship with a certain branch of the royal family, and his background was amazing.

Everyone entered the courtyard one after another.

The compound is not a wealthy compound with three floors inside and three floors outside, but it covers an extremely wide area, and everyone followed Liao Xuebin for a while before stopping.

In the courtyard, there were already several servants from all directions, shuttling between the toon trees planted in the courtyard, under the tree, a pestle actually played the wolf next to the emblem of the magpie and the wolf

"Old man Zhang, my subordinates have given you a New Year's greeting."

"Old man, are you still healthy?"

"Happy New Year, old man!"

A group of leaders of the county party committee cordially stepped forward to greet them, and Zhang Chengyuan, who was the third son, took a few servants to the front of the house to receive the gifts brought by these leaders.

"After many years, it's not easy for you to think of the old man and me."

Zhang Qisong stood there, although he was smiling, his tone was a little cold, his eyes looked at Zhang Heng in the center of the crowd, his expression was soft, and he nodded with a smile.

Zhang Heng's heart suddenly, every time he saw this grandfather with a tortuous background, Zhang Heng always had a feeling of being exposed to him wholeheartedly, as if a secret was shrouded in the spotlight.

A group of people listened to Zhang Qisong's words and were embarrassed.

When Zhang Qisong retired, most of these people had just entered the official career, or were still struggling in their official career, far from being as beautiful as they are today.

Only Zeng Zhifan, the director of the public security bureau, had several relationships with Zhang Qisong, Zeng Zhifan was just a team leader of a police station at that time, more than ten years have passed, and the team leader of that year has now become the director of the public security bureau, and the secretary general of the municipal party committee, who was regarded as a behemoth, is now retired at home. But even after retirement, his spirit is still as strong as ever, and he does not feel like a hero in the twilight.

This made Zeng Zhifan sigh slightly.

In fact, before these people were famous, they knew that there was a former giant hidden in the township to which the county belonged, but even after they became famous, they didn't have the idea of coming to inquire.

After all, he has retired, and no matter how influential he is, as he gets older, he can't control his career.

But now these people suddenly came together on the important day of the Chinese New Year's Eve to personally visit this old man who had been neglected for many years.

"If I hadn't given birth to a good grandson, I'm afraid that when I go to the ground in the future, you won't come to look at me, an old man." Zhang Qisong shook his head, and his straightforward speech made everyone present tremble, but no one dared to come out to refute it, and they all looked embarrassed.

Zhang Heng was signaled by his parents, so he stepped forward with a smile, "Grandpa, is this angry?" ”

Zhang Qisong looked at Zhang Heng with a soft gaze, but when he saw Wei Lan standing behind Zhang Heng, his eyes became complicated for a while.

sighed softly: "Child, what you have done in the past two years, grandpa has seen it in his eyes, you are ambitious, ambitious!" I can only hate that my old Zhang family can't give you some help, but it makes you owe so much favor. ”

There was something in the words, which surprised Wei Lan on the side, and there was a faint bad feeling in her heart.

Zhang Heng was stunned, looking at the old man whose face was already covered with folds, and only felt a warmth surging from the bottom of his heart, "Whatever grandpa said, as long as you are healthy and healthy, you are the best haven in your grandson's heart!" ”

Zhang Qisong smiled, stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Heng's shoulder, "You can speak, follow me." ”

After speaking, he no longer paid attention to a group of people, leaned on crutches, and walked to the living room study step by step with the support of Liao Xuebin.

The leading group looked at each other.

Zhang Heng hesitated for a moment and glanced at his parents.

"Go ahead!"

"Remember to listen to grandpa!"

Zhang Chengwang and Huang Minmin nodded again and again.

Zhang Heng breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly with the old man.

I don't know why, in the face of Zhang Qisong, Zhang Heng's pressure suddenly became unprecedented!

Wei Lan was smiling beside her, and it wasn't until Zhang Heng left that her smile slowly converged.

"The intelligence is biased, this Zhang Qisong is far from being as simple as he thinks on the surface......"

……

In the sunlit study, Zhang Heng looked at the huge bookshelves full of books and nodded secretly.

Reading makes people progress, looking at this pile of three walls, there are tens of thousands of books of all kinds, as if entering the palace of knowledge, walking is full of books.

"Now that I'm old, my eyes can't do it, and most of these books are just decorations."

Zhang Qisong sat in front of and behind the desk, and Liao Xuebin retreated.

In the huge study, only the grandfather and grandson were left.

"Here you go." Zhang Qisong pulled out the desk drawer and took out three photos.

Zhang Heng stepped forward, picked up the photo, and looked at it curiously.

The next moment, Zhang Heng's face changed drastically.

In the first photo, Wei Lan and Zhou Jieyu are smiling and strolling under a cherry blossom tree, looking at the building behind the two, which should be a large-scale campus.

In an instant, all kinds of thoughts flashed in Zhang Heng's heart, only to feel cold in his heart, and it took a lot of effort for him to open the next photo.

This photo is Zhou Jieyu in a dark room, wearing a vest, revealing a graceful posture, sweating and hitting a sandbag, next to Zhou Jieyu, is a plump woman wearing a light blue gossip shirt.

Zhang Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, this woman in a gossip shirt was the figure that appeared on the night Zhou Jieyu left the imperial mountains and rivers.

The third is a pendant in the shape of a water drop, the whole pendant is dark gold, I don't know what material is casting, in the middle of the pendant, there is an English word "king" engraved on the seal.

king？

Zhang Heng frowned, king translated, it means emperor, but is really only as simple as the surface?

"The Tang Dynasty is the world of the Zhou family, Zhou Jieyu is Princess Jieyu, the bloodline of today's saints. On that day, the whole city of Yanhai was guarded, and the grass and trees were all soldiers, just to escort the little princess out of the country, and the gossip shirt woman beside him was the master sent by the 'Wang Hui' to pick her up, the road number was Binglan, and the disciple of the Emei faction, no accident, the little princess should belong to the Emei family. ”

Zhang Heng's fingers trembled, and the air seemed to be silent.

Zhang Qisong hoarsely throated: "The girl named Wei Lan is the palace maid in the royal family, she can be called the princess to accompany the study, and she is the palace maid who grew up with the little princess." ”

"As for that charm, it is a token of a member of an organization called King, which is translated into Chinese and is called 'Wang Hui'!"

Zhang Qisong said, "The members of the Wang Society are all over the world, and the power is so huge that you can't imagine that it can easily collapse the economic system of a small and medium-sized country, but the official members have never exceeded 100. ”

"Little princess Zhou Jieyu, not long ago, she just passed the guò royal meeting test, and she is already one of the official members."

Zhang Heng felt a little ridiculous.

Ice Blue Dao people?

Emei?

"Could it be that I opened the wrong script and opened it in the wrong way?" Zhang Heng muttered, "This is the world of martial arts novels, right?" ”

What's even more ridiculous is that there is an organization called Wang Hui, which can overturn the economic system of a small and medium-sized country!?

This...... The world superpower, the United States, can't do it either!

"This is just the tip of the iceberg of the Wang Society."

Zhang Qisong continued: "The so-called one side is in trouble, all sides support, the members of the Wang Society are the most united organization in the world, and each member is supported by a huge force, such as Princess Jieyu. ”

Zhang Qisong glanced at Zhang Heng meaningfully: "If the little princess does not join the royal society, then her fate will be to be forced to marry other royal families, and her fate will repeat the steps of all princesses in history. ”

In order to get rid of the shackles of fate, the little princess secretly contacted the members of the royal society, and finally became one of the three thousand people who were the reserve members of the royal society, and therefore, because the little princess got the reserve member quota of the royal society, since then, no force can embarrass her, not even the royal family, because that will suffer an all-round blow from nearly a hundred super forces! Therefore, the attitude of the royal family changed quickly, and after the little princess became one of the reserve members, her back was engraved with the huge royal label of the Chinese Empire! ”

"The imperial family will make the little princess an official member at any cost!"

"The three thousand reserve members, most of them have a similar background to the little princess, they are either rich or expensive, but there are also a few civilians, because their qualifications are good enough, coupled with the recommendation of the members of the royal society, they will become one of the reserve members, and they will rise to prominence in an instant!"

"There are 3,000 reserve members, all of whom are among the best in the world! However, there are less than three or five people who can become full members, and the competition is very fierce. ”

Seeing Zhang Heng's silent appearance, Zhang Qisong coughed and added: "The Ice Blue Daoist is the only surviving disciple of the Huaxia Emei Sect, and he is also one of the members of the Wang Society. ”

"She is now seventy-seven years old."

A breeze blows outside the window.

The branches of the toon tree trembled slightly.

The sunlight poured into his eyelids, Zhang Heng's throat loosened, pinched the three photos in his hand, and asked, "Is there immortality in this world?" ”

"Immortality?" Zhang Qisong was stunned, shook his head and said, "No one can live forever. ”

"Is there Xiao Yan?"

"Who is Xiao Yan?"

"Is there a cultivator?"

"Nope!"

Zhang Heng exhaled lightly, afraid in his heart.

Grandma's, what she said was so mysterious, I thought I had crossed into the world of Xiuzhen where murder is like killing chickens!

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