Returning to Xiongjing Zhang's Mansion, Zhang Huansheng lived in a side hospital to recuperate from his injuries.

I don't know if no one knows, or if they all deliberately pretend not to know, for a few days, no 'family' came to visit, but Yang Mo of Chixiong Wei seemed quite righteous, and after saying goodbye to Zhang Huansheng in the suburbs of Beijing for a few days, he actually made a special trip to visit the patient.

He was the first visitor after Zhang Huansheng recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, and finally made the main hall of the side courtyard where Zhang Huansheng lived useful.

After the two sat down, Yang Momo held the delicate rosewood handle of the tuanhua brocade chair, drank fragrant tea, looked up and saw that the pavilion was bright, and outside the door was the picturesque pavilion water corridor, the indoor furnishings were elegant and elegant, and there were rows of maids and small servants on the side, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and said: "Xiongjing Zhangfu really deserves to be a famous family, it is really a big style."

The gentleman is now lying down, there are beauties to add fragrance, and when he rises, he is a servant and a cloud, and his life is unpleasant. ”

Zhang Huansheng heard all the implicit meanings in his words, his mind moved, and he laughed to himself, first waved his hand to drive away all the servants waiting in the main hall, and then thought about it, shook his head lightly and said, "Brother Yang is joking."

Our ancient family is all based on the bloodline inheritance, and in my opinion, if it is appropriate, it is necessary to distinguish the noble from the low, but if it is exceeded, it is pure vanity.

What's more, now the world is upside down, and the high and the low are reciprocated.

Many businessmen have no moral integrity, are greedy for profit, and suddenly become rich;

Poor people, relying on a moment of fate, will be Tian Shelang, twilight to the Tianzi Hall, the accumulation of a generation can make the family's diet and daily life comparable to the prince, my idea is small, and what is it. ”

When Yang Mo heard this, he suddenly sighed, applauded and exclaimed: "Gentleman, he is really a natural nobleman, this insight is really superior, and he said the key point in a few words."

Alas, I don't know how many people in the Xiongjing family can't see through the stakes here, blindly chasing luxury and chasing China, and turning a deaf ear to the current upside down and the exchange between the rich and the low.

Not to mention anything else, even on the gate of the country's prison, the six words 'nobles choose their own choice' that have only been hung in the past hundred years can't see through the deep meaning, it is really vain for the descendants of the ancient nobles! ”

Zhang Huansheng is a pretending noble disciple, what he said just now was all to echo Yang Mo, and at this time, seeing that he really guessed Yang Mo's hidden thoughts, he smiled silently, waiting for him to automatically say the true intention of this visit.

And after a few breaths, Yang Mo really said again: "However, although there are many insensitive fools, there are many people who have long-term insight among the children of the Xiong Jing family, like gentlemen.

I also formed a society, called 'Celestial', and I was one of them..."

Speaking of this, Yang Mo looked at Zhang Huansheng with straight eyes, only hoping that he would respond on a whim, "Is there still such a group club, then I will also accompany the last seat and join this heavenly society." Unexpectedly, Zhang Huansheng opened his mouth and seemed to want to speak, but he suddenly touched his chest as if he was injured, and he coughed violently with a heart-rending 'cough, cough, cough...'.

When his breath was even, his face was flushed, and he covered his chest and asked hatefully: "Brother Yang, do you know who the gangster who fought with me that day was in the suburbs of Xiongjing?"

Why do you dare to be a traitor at the feet of my Great Chu Tianzi? ”

Seeing that Zhang was still suffering from old injuries and asked about the origin of the enemy, Yang Mo naturally couldn't say anything else, so he could only show a look of hatred and hatred for the enemy: "The previous identity of that group of people is no longer exquisite, but they entered the capital under the guise of a servant, and acted carefully when capturing people, if it wasn't for the inadvertent conflict with a drunken businessman, I'm afraid to take people out of Xiongjing, we don't even notice it."

Judging from all kinds of signs, I think that eighty percent of them are the remnants of the former Qin's 'Black Ice Terrace', and this is a confidential matter, and the gentleman must not say that he knows it with others. ”

"Qianqin, Black Ice Terrace!" Zhang Huansheng was surprised when he heard this: "What you said is that, built by the tyrannical Qin merchant martingale more than a thousand years ago, and finally supplemented by the eagle dog secret guard that the Son of Heaven dominated the world, the Black Ice Platform?" ”

"Yes, yes." Yang Mo said in a deep voice: "The hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, not to mention that Qin has been a country since the Middle Ages, and it has been immortalized through the Xia, Shang, and Three Dynasties, and has ruled the world for thirty-nine years, and it is a matter of course that the poison will not be eliminated."

In the seven hundred years since the Great Chu seized the Qin Ding, the Black Ice Platform has not known how much trouble the world has, and the means are even more exhaustive, even taking advantage of the flood, digging the embankment and other things that have lost the conscience have been done, which is really hateful and hateful!

And this kind of world disaster is by no means something you can deal with alone, you still need to be haste and patient, don't provoke indiscriminately because of a moment of personal indignation. ”

Zhang Huansheng didn't speak when he heard this, and pondered for a moment: "Thank you Brother Yang for your kind reminder, but I don't know, what kind of characters were taken away by the remnants of the Black Ice Platform that day?" ”

"It's just a few craftsmen in the Ministry of Industry," Yang Mo recalled the past, frowned and said: "There is also the female son of the public loser who has served as the official of the Ministry of Industry Construction Department for all generations, and the princess who lost the son is the young lady who was saved by me because of your obstruction." ”

"The ancestor of the Gong Loser is a sage who has seven tricks in his heart, nine fingers in his hands, and is respected by the world as the 'Ancestor of Ten Thousand Weapons'," Zhang Huansheng said strangely when he heard this: "His descendants have become officials in the future, and there are some theories about being taken captive."

But the Black Ice Platform spent so much effort to sneak into Xiongjing to catch a few craftsmen, what are you doing? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chunxi suddenly hurriedly broke into the main hall, and whispered after giving a salute: "Gentleman, the head of the family urgently summoned you to the study of the main courtyard to discuss matters. ”

When the two guests and hosts in the hall heard this, Zhang Huansheng, as the host, had not yet spoken, and Yang Mo, who was a guest, had already stood up with a smile, "Since it is Mao Songgong who urgently summons you to discuss the matter, don't delay, the gentleman should go to the main courtyard quickly."

So I took my leave. ”

"Grandfather will not easily summon me to meet," Zhang Huansheng said with a sincere apology: "I didn't expect Brother Yang to come to visit, but he suddenly remembered me."

The elder's order cannot be violated, and he originally wanted to leave Brother Yang after you had lunch in the cold house, but now he had to confess his guilt. He personally sent Yang Mo away, and then transferred to the study of the main courtyard of Zhangfu.

Opened the bamboo curtain and entered, and saw Zhang Maosong standing on the ground, splashing ink on one side of the sandalwood strip, and standing on the right side were Zhang Fenghua, Zhang Chengguan, and Zhang Qiangqi, several children of the Zhang family;

On the left stood a middle-aged nobleman with three strands of long hair, and a young man, Zhang Huansheng secretly felt strange in his heart, but stood quietly without saying a word, waiting patiently.

When a few withered plums jumped on the paper, Zhang Mao asked without raising his head suddenly: "There are no paintings, no volumes, who are waiting for you to have good sentences?" ”