That same evening.

Under the enthusiasm of everyone, Chen Feng still stayed in the Ye family.

Just when Chen Feng was about to rest, Ye Shoucai knocked on the door outside and came in, still carrying something in his hand.

"Chen Feng, I really couldn't help it before, it was I who didn't know Taishan because I had eyes, thank you for your rescue this time, this is a little respect I give you." Ye Shoucai stepped forward with a smile on his face and handed over the things in his hand.

If you look closely, it is a valuable ancient painting!

"No need." Chen Feng waved his hand.

"This is Tang Bohu's real handiwork, are you sure you don't want it?" Ye Shoucai's eyes flashed with a touch of cunning, and he hurriedly unfolded this authentic ancient painting with both hands, so that Chen Feng could see it clearly.

"I'm not interested in any of that." Chen Feng said lightly.

"Chen Feng, you must accept this gift, otherwise I really don't want to go." Ye Shoucai's expression was hurried, and he looked decent.

"Are you in such a hurry to give me a gift, do you really apologize, or do you have ulterior motives?" Chen Feng's face was unwavering, this mere painting of Tang Bohu's authentic work couldn't get into his eyes, and in his opinion, it was just a piece of waste paper.

"Of course I am sincere, I want to apologize to you Chen Feng, after all, my disease still needs time to heal, and I have to bother you to bear more." Ye Shoucai smiled heavily.

"But how do I feel that it doesn't seem to be real?" Chen Feng raised his eyebrows.

"Chen Feng, you can't doubt me so much, now I have to rely on you, how can I harm you? I think you can take it, so that I can sleep peacefully tonight, otherwise I really don't have a good conscience. "Ye Shoucai pretended to be realistic.

In fact, this authentic painting of Tang Bohu is not his personal collection at all, but Ye Cheng's private collection.

This authentic painting, Ye Chengna is completely regarded as a treasure of the heart, and he is afraid of damage on weekdays.

At this time, everyone was sleeping, so he secretly took it out and pretended to give it to Chen Feng.

As long as Chen Feng accepts this authentic painting, he can use the topic to play tomorrow and say that Chen Feng stole things!

When the time comes, Chen Feng, a stinky boy, will be tantamount to provoking the anger of the public, and no one will help to come forward, so he will not let him Ye Shoucai handle it?

And with the strength of the Ye family in Jiangnan, Chen Feng, an illegitimate child, does not have the ability to set off strong winds and waves, so he doesn't need to have too many scruples at all!

"Okay, then I'll take it first." Chen Feng hooked the corners of his mouth, thinking that Ye Shoucai was pretending to be here, how could he hide it from his eyes, he wanted to take a look at what tricks Ye Shoucai wanted to play.

"Chen Feng, thank you so much, then I won't bother for now, you can rest early." Ye Shoucai left the next sentence, turned around and walked out of the room, and closed the door by the way.

Chen Feng sat on the chair in the room, such precious authentic ancient paintings, but he didn't look at them, he put them aside casually, but not long after Ye Shoucai's front foot left, he walked out of the door with his back foot.

The ancestral house of the Ye family in the night is very quiet.

Chen Feng put his hands behind his back and walked slowly along the corridor in the dim light.

Everywhere you go, it's the same as it was at the beginning.

Chen Feng's expression was vicissitudes, and countless memories flashed in his mind, as well as every word Ye Qingyun had said in his ear more than two hundred years ago, as well as Ye Qingyun's old and frail face before he died.

There is nothing more painful in life than this.

In these nine thousand years, Ye Qingyun was his last emotion.

Acquaintance from a young age, with the passage of time, together through the vicissitudes of life, in the end the beauty is old, dead, but he has always been young, immortal and immortal.

Since then, Chen Feng has lived in seclusion in the mountains, and in the blink of an eye, things are not people.

Walking in the corridor, through the Ye family garden, until he came to the ancestral hall, Chen Feng paused.

The ancestral hall of the Ye family, which has the spiritual seats of many ancestors, is the place where the Ye family is worshiped every year.

It's just that in this Ye family ancestral hall, there is still a secret hidden!

"They should all be there." Chen Feng gently pushed open the door of the ancestral hall, and a smell of incense rushed towards him.

With a glance, the ancestral hall is placed with spiritual seats, and the generations are clearly written.

It's just that in this ancestral hall, there is no Ye Qingyun's spiritual position.

The reason is very simple, the genealogy is completely different from the placement of the spiritual position.

Written in the family tree, it can only prove that it is a relative of this family.

According to tradition, the spiritual position of the daughter of the married family should be placed in the husband's family, not the mother's family.

Although Chen Feng left his name in the Ye family tree, there is also no spiritual position here, which has been a rule since ancient times.

However, the reason why Chen Feng came to the Ye Family Ancestral Hall late at night was not for these spiritual positions, but because he took out a golden key that he brought with him, removed the spiritual position on the table, inserted it into the wall behind him, and clicked it.

As the mechanism opened, the wall slowly vibrated and slowly opened.

Here, too, is an underground treasure!

It's just that this treasure is not the treasure of the Ye family, but the treasure that Chen Feng gave to the Ye family before leaving!

"It seems that no one has been here yet."