Anjia is a two-entry quadrangle, not too big, the front yard is a place to receive people and things, the east wing belongs to Wang Jing, and the west wing belongs to several other staff.

The backyard is where Settle Days' life is.

The west wing is two rooms, and the east wing was previously where An Liuli and Zhuang Bi lived.

The bedroom and study are in the middle of the patio.

At the back, there is also a small back garden with a small pond with a few fat koi.

Wang Jing took Zhuang Bi to the door of An Dingtian's study, and then motioned for him to knock on the door and go in, and turned around and left directly.

Zhuang Bi's heart was a little empty.

In this life, in addition to the master, the most feared person is the old man.

When he was fifteen years old, the master took him to An's house, and the first time he entered the old man's house, he had a meal.

An Liuli was eighteen years old, and she had already won the beauty of the country, and when Zhuang Bi saw her for the first time, he secretly vowed to marry her as his wife.

Taking a deep breath, Zhuang Bi raised his hand and gently knocked on the study door three times.

Two heavy and one light.

After a few seconds, a slightly tired old voice came from the study:

"Get in."

Zhuang Bi hurriedly pushed open the door, poked his head in first, and shouted with a smile:

"Grandpa, my good grandson is back to see you."

Answering him was, it was a tome in thread.

He hurriedly caught it, and in a flash, he came into the study, and with a smile, he raised the dictionary and came to the old man:

"You still have such a habit of throwing things around, and Uncle Wang will complain that I'm angry with you in a while."

An Dingtian wears a gray tunics all year round, and his originally meticulous gray hair is a little messy today.

The wrinkles on his face are getting deeper and deeper, and he is slightly tired, only those eyes are still vertical and horizontal, looking at the world.

The study is not big, but it is fully furnished,

Facing the door, an entire wall was a large bookshelf filled with all kinds of yellowed books.

On the right is a window, on the left is a bed, in the middle is a desk, and by the door there is a cabinet with a gramophone.

The desk was full of papers, and the side of the bed against the wall was also full of books.

The whole room seemed a little messy, full of stuff, giving the feeling of nowhere to put your feet.

An Dingtian sat at the desk, staring at Zhuang Bi with a pair of sharp eyes, and scolded:

"You rabbit cub, isn't it uncomfortable that you don't make trouble? Okay now, right? Act rashly and alert the enemy. ”

Zhuang Bi shrugged his shoulders and said with an aggrieved face:

"Grandpa, I can tolerate the rest, but they just dispatched those bastards in the eighty-fourth round, you know, I have a grudge against them."

Blowing your beard and staring at the stable weather:

"Think about it with your pig brain, no one else needs it, but with eighty-four rounds, this is calculated that you can't bear it, you are good, you really jump in obediently, how will this mess end now?"

Zhuang Bi's neck stem:

"Old man, then I don't care, it's already like this, you can clean me up as you want, whatever you want."

The weather was so stable that he almost didn't jump, but he quickly controlled his emotions, shook his head, and said lightly:

"It's okay to toss in the Western Capital, why? Because they all think that it is a circle I have drawn for you, jumping casually, I don't speak, who dares to squeak? But it's good for you to instigate the people of the 84th Bureau to tie up the bomb and die with everyone, you are tantamount to putting the things under the table on the table. ”

Zhuang Bi sneered:

"Old man, don't talk about the big truth, since the age of fourteen, you personally came to the Heavenly Palace to recruit me, and when you lived in your house at fifteen, you have been telling me the big truth, I went back to the sect, and I knew my life experience, just two words, revenge."

An Dingtian suddenly fell silent.

He looked at the large enamel teapot in front of him with some distraction, then closed the book in front of him, raised his head and looked at Zhuang Bi, his tone was a little complicated:

"When your master passed away, he once said to me, don't impose on you what doesn't belong to you, although you are the heir of the Heavenly Palace, but, in my eyes, you are the same as my own grandson, in the past ten years, you have done enough, forget it, don't talk about this, the ancestor of my family, have told you?"

Zhuang Bi's heart moved slightly:

"It's all said, especially back then, old man, I want to ask you, the Wei family, the Mu family, and you, what are you planning this bureau for so many years?"

The aura on An Dingtian's body changed, and it became extremely fierce:

"Yu Gong, this is my responsibility, I want to be responsible for this country and history."

Then he looked at Zhuang Bi, and his attitude softened, just like the kindness of the old man next door:

"Boy, a hundred years ago, the Mu family and the Wei family were deeply favored by Huang Anbang, your great-grandfather, and Mu Anmin's grandfather, Wei Boqing's grandfather, used to be sworn brothers, at that time, the ancestor of my family went out of the customs and began to plan to avenge the real royal family, but unfortunately, this fake royal family has become a great climate, and there is Xingzong behind him to intervene openly and secretly, and in the end not only did not take revenge, first the Wei family withdrew from the imperial capital, and it was your parents who ......! Alas! ”

A faint tiredness flashed in An Dingtian's eyes, his back leaned back slightly, looked at Zhuang Bi and said slowly:

"Now that you know, tell me, what do you want to do next?"

Zhuang Bi only felt a rush of blood in his brain, and blurted out:

"Naturally, it's a tooth for a tooth."

An Dingtian looked at him and scolded four words:

"Foolish."

Zhuang Bi snorted and did not refute.

An Dingtian slowly picked up the big teapot and said expressionlessly:

"Everything, plan and then act to avoid mistakes, and since you know everything, why can't you continue to follow the plan? Didn't you give that thing to Director Wu? ”

Zhuang Bi's heart suddenly moved:

"Grandpa, what do you mean ......!"

An Dingtian frowned fiercely and scolded:

"People are fishing in troubled waters, borrowing knives to kill people, since you let the bait out, why can't you wait and see? By the way, knock on the side drums? ”

Zhuang Bi suddenly had a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

That's right.

An old guy is an old guy.

The three words of beating the side drum are simply remarkable.

If you want to fish in troubled waters, why can't the master watch you from the side when the water is not mixed before you do it?

By the way, even if you don't mix it up, the master will stir it up for you again.

An Dingtian took a sip of tea, put down the tea jar and said:

"There are things, there is no need to tear your face now, they know that you are investigating them, what you have to do is to investigate them again in addition to what they know, if it is false, it is real, it is false, you gave that thing to Director Wu, this hand can be called a stroke of genius, continue to keep it."

Zhuang Bi touched the back of his head with some embarrassment:

"Grandpa taught well."

An Dingtian glanced at him, and said angrily:

"Don't make a fool of yourself, if you shoot again, you must go back to the Western Capital for Lao Tzu today, don't think about going out with your sister at night."

Zhuang Bi suddenly collapsed:

"Old man, I promised my sister that I would accompany her to dinner tonight, so you are not afraid that I will find a few rivals for your granddaughter in Xidu?"

An Dingtian snorted:

"If you don't find a few more, Lao Tzu will look down on you, Wang Jing."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Jing pushed the door and walked in.

An Dingtian pointed at Zhuang Bi and said:

"You personally escort him, find a cargo plane to fly to Xidu, and let him go."

Zhuang Bi was furious:

"Old thing, I haven't asked anything."

An Dingtian stared at him and smiled slightly:

"Don't ask, you know what you should know, you know everything, you shouldn't know, it's useless to ask."

Zhuang Bi suddenly had a shuddering feeling.

Wrong.

There must be a big secret behind this.