After eating and drinking, the carriage drove directly into the harem through the side gate and stopped outside the courtyard of Imberkang's dormitory.

"Eiwa follows." Letting Jia Qiao wait in the car, the hero came down and said, "Your junior brother likes to dress people in leaf clothes, I don't like it." ”

"Yes, young master." Yinghe folded his hands and hunched his waist, like an old farmer who couldn't stand the cold.

Yingchen didn't say anything, didn't wait for the hero, and went into the courtyard first.

When he came to the gate, the hero looked up at the magnificent and solemn gatehouse, and said to himself: "This gate is bigger than the door of my father's dormitory, and I don't like it either!" ”

A gleam flashed in Yinghe's eyes, and his hand was deeper.

The courtyard was still empty, and the maids and palace attendants didn't know where they had gone, cold and lifeless.

This time, Imberkang was not in the room, but sat under the banyan tree, with a chessboard on the stone table in front of him, playing against himself.

The hero stepped forward and bowed with crossed hands: "Grandson, please say hello to grandfather!" ”

Imberkang pinched a black seed, stared at the chessboard for a long time before it fell, and turned to look at the hero, unconcealing the disgust in his expression.

"Yinghe, how long have you been in the palace?"

"Back to the words of the old man," Yinghe said, "the old slave entered the palace at the age of ten, and it has been sixty-one years since then. ”

The old man is seventy-one? Seventy-two next year, the virtual age is seventy-three, a big hurdle in life!

For his grandfather's ignorance, the hero doesn't care, and even has the heart to complain about Yinghe's age.

"Since it's been so long, don't you still know the rules?" Imbercon's voice suddenly sharpened, "Get out!" ”

"Grandfather Rongyu, it was his grandson who asked him to come with him." The hero spoke.

Imberkang just stared at Yinghe: "Are you deaf?" ”

The hero pursed his lips and turned around: "Let's go, Yinghe, people tell us to get out, let's get out first." ”

"Stop! Did the old man let you go? ”

The hero turned around, his face full of helplessness: "Grandfather, my grandson knows that you are old and your energy is not very easy to concentrate, but can you think more before giving the order, and then talk about it later?"

Shall we roll or stay? ”

"Bastard!" Imberkang was furious, "You dare to sarcastically mock the old man? ”

"The grandfather misunderstood, and the grandson was sincerely suggested. You are the palace master of the Baji Palace, you can speak according to the law, and your words are more effective than my father, the current palace master, so you naturally need to be more cautious, in case you are accidentally wrong, it is not your face that you will lose. ”

"You ......" Ying Bokang's face turned red and trembled, and he pointed at him and scolded: "Evil obstacles! Brute! Yingchen, call me! Beat him until he can't speak! ”

Yingchen took a step forward, and the hero immediately turned sideways to let Yinghe out, and made a gesture of please with a smile.

Yinghe still held his hands, his eyelids drooped, like an old monk in a fixed place, and there were flaws all over his body.

On the other hand, Yingchen's face was extremely dignified, and the hem of his clothes was windless, but he never made a move.

The air in the courtyard gradually became viscous, and suddenly there was a click, and the bluestone slab under Yingchen's feet suddenly cracked, and his face turned a little pale.

The hero smiled brightly: "Grandfather, Yingchen is not too young, it should be time to retire, so he can use less or less in the future!" ”

Ying Bokang's expression was extremely gloomy: "Do you feel that you have passed the test of Bannu Mountain, and worshiped the saint as a teacher, so the old man can't help you?" ”

"How so? The grandson just said, you are the master of the palace, and you will follow the law, if you want to go back on your word and then expel your grandson from the palace, your grandson can only obediently do it. ”

"Humph! Want to talk to the old man? You're still very tender! is your unfilial piety at this time, which is enough for the old man to remove you from the family tree, why do you have to go back on your word? ”

"If you want to get rid of it, it's nothing more than that you can't go to the ancestral grave when you die in the future, and frankly speaking, your grandson really doesn't care. It's a big deal to go back and rebuild a family tree, starting with my father's name, and the children and grandchildren of the Ying clan in the future will only recognize him as an ancestor! ”

Imberkang's eyes widened: "You...... You dare to be so disrespectful to your ancestors, it's a great rebellion! ”

"Whatever you say is what you say!" The hero shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and said with his hands crossed: "If grandfather doesn't have something important to order, the grandson will retire, and the master and his old man are still waiting in Bilian Garden." ”

After saying that, without waiting for Imbercon to respond, the hero turned around and left.

Imbercon clenched his fists violently, crushing a chess piece.

"Yingchen, remove the maid named Jiaqiao from the palace and sell her to the Qinglou."

The hero stopped, slowly turned his face, and his gaze was as cold as ice: "Grandfather, I remember that you have three brothers, eight nephews, and fourteen nephews. ”

Imberkang sneered: "How are you staying?" ”

The hero narrowed his eyes and arched his hand: "It's okay, it's time for the grandson to give Jia Qiao a name." I wish you the best of luck when you look back and have so much fun with your black hair! ”

Imbercon's pupils shrank sharply, and he opened his mouth, but he watched the hero stride away without saying anything.

Outside the gate, Jia Qiao was waiting in front of the carriage, and when he saw the young master walking out with a black face, he hurriedly greeted him, and said with concern: "Young master, has the old man embarrassed you again?" It's okay, old man, it's okay to coax you, don't be too angry. ”

The hero pulled her into the car and instructed Yinghe, "Go to my mother's." ”

Jiang Qiuyun was reviewing the file of the night owl for nearly two years, and when he heard the maid report that her son was coming, she picked up the tea bowl and planned to rest for a while.

The hero led Jia Qiao into the house quickly, knelt on the ground with a plop, and said loudly: "Mother, I want to marry Jia Qiao!" ”

Burst!

Jiang Qiuyun didn't mess with a drop of tea, it was all sprayed on the file, and the maids hurriedly stepped forward to clean it up, and they were in a hurry.

As for Jia Qiao, he was completely stupid, pestle there like a statue, and his brain was blank.

What disease is this again? Could it be that there was a quarrel when Yan Yan was sent? No, I just heard that he went to Ying Jiqing's house to vent his anger to Jia Qiao!

Jiang Qiuyun looked at the stupid family qiao, and then at his son, his brows furrowed: "Shocked, where are you singing?" ”

At this time, a maid hurriedly came in and whispered in her ear: "Madam, the news from the old man said that he was going to sell Jiaqiao to the Qinglou. ”

Jiang Qiuyun raised his eyebrows, then sighed, waved his hand to let the maids all retreat, then got up to help his son, and said, "Mother knows, there are other solutions to the matter, don't be so impulsive first." ”

"Mother, the child doesn't want any other solution." The hero shook Jia Qiao's hand, "Anyway, Jia Qiao will marry me sooner or later, and the child is old enough to marry a wife." ”

"Nonsense!" Jiang Qiuyun said unhappily, "Yan Yan only left on the front foot, and you married another woman on the back foot to enter the door, what kind of system did you become?" What does this make Haoran Sect think? What will the people of the world think of my Baji Palace? ”

"The child doesn't care!"

"My mother cares, and your father cares too!" Jiang Qiuyun glared, "What's the matter, your wings are stiff, don't you even take your father and mother in your eyes?" ”

The hero gritted his teeth, and a perverse aura suddenly erupted from his body: "Mother, if they really dare to send Jia Qiao to the Qinglou, the child will dare to be the first person in the world to kill his ancestors with his own hands!" ”

"Fart!" Nvidia walked in from outside the door and glared at the hero, "There is a kind of you killing a father to show Lao Tzu first!" ”