Chapter 1598: It’s coming!

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In the case of Dong Zang, Xiao Zheng has never explained it to outsiders. In the eyes of most people, the death of Dong Zang can't be related to himself. Now Ye Gong has also questioned this matter, and it is somewhat unhappy.
Ye Zanghua sees that the old man is really angry, and he is busy helping: "This is a matter of participation, but it is not the dominant. Father, don't send the fire to Ah Zheng."
Lin, who has always helped the pro-inflicted, did not say anything, but just quietly eating lunch. Looks as usual.
In exchange for the forest old demon swearing, Lin painting sound certainly can not sit. But Ye Gong’s blame, she did not hear it. There is no reason for him. Ye Gong’s starting point must be Xiao Zhenghao.
The loyalty is against the ear, and if the forest painting sounds, there is no capacity at all. Can not achieve today's An Zhenge.
"Let you talk?" Ye Gong glared at the leaves of the Tibetan flower. "Can't you still stop your mouth?"
Ye Zanghua heard the words, busy retracting his neck and closing his mouth.
After chanting the leaves of Tibetan flowers, Ye Gong looked around and stared at Xiao Zheng and said, "Azhen, you said."
Xiao Zheng heard that he also put down the tableware. Although his attitude was correct, he said it was simple and rude: "I have nothing to say."
Ye Gong heard the words, but it was a sneer: "Oh? Nothing to say?"
"Yeah." Xiao Zheng nodded. Smiled. "You already think that I am doing something wrong, and I say that it is also awkward."
Ye Gongneng does not know what is going on with this matter? He will listen to what others say, believe that he is killing the winter collection by himself? Since it is not, why is Ye Gong still so angry?
Xiao Zheng knows that Ye Gong is sure to have something to do.
So he knows that the only thing he can do now is to admit his mistake. It is soft. Otherwise, Ye Gong must still lick himself...
"Bad boy. You are tempered." Ye Gong snorted. The sleeves left the table. Go straight upstairs.
When the old man left, a table of people looked at each other. Especially Ye Zanghua, Xu mouth let Xiao Zheng keep up. Xiao Zheng smiled and shrugged: "First eat the rice. Don't waste your aunt's heart."
Tang Yue rolled his eyes and joked: "I don't think anything about my heart, if I don't let my father go. I have nothing to do with you."
Lin Huayin clipped a piece of braised pork into Xiaozheng bowl. It was not salty and not faint: "Meal."
"Hey." Xiao Zhengmei opened his eyes and smiled. "Thank you for your wife."
Ye Zanghua looked at them and gave them a laugh.
The majesty of the old man in the Ye Gongguan, that is, God is blocking the killing of the Buddha, who dares to talk to him, who is the big rebellion. In addition to Ye Feng in these years, no one dared to scream at the dinner table with the old man. This Xiao Zhengping is still a master of respect for the old and the young. What happened to this day? The old man was angry, and he didn’t react at all. He ate and drank like nothing.
There is a mystery here.
After eating and drinking, Xiao Zheng took an unused dish and held half of the rice and took some vegetables. At the end, he picked up a bottle of Maotai and said slowly: "You eat slowly, I will send the meal to the father."
Seeing Xiao Zheng is still sensible, Ye Zanghua is also relieved. Otherwise, he can only send Tang Yue to deliver food. At this time, he did not dare to touch Ye Gong’s brow.
"What kind of medicine is sold in this little gourd?" Ye Zanghua ordered a cigarette, and his face looked strangely to Lin.
On the other hand, Lin Linyin, but took a sip of tea: "Curious, go to eavesdrop?"
Ye Zanghua took a look at Lin's painting: "How do you talk to Daxie? No big or small!"
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Ye Gong’s study is always so antique. Behind the desk is a painting from a famous hand. The four big characters of the original Qingyuan are like the sword of Damocles hanging at the top of the singularity.
Ye Gong was standing with his hands on his head, and his eyes glanced at the four characters. The look is firm and calm.
"Master, you have to eat the food first." Xiao Zheng bypassed the desk, put the food on the table, and personally poured a glass of wine for the father. Smiled.
Ye Gong was still staring at the four characters without saying a word.
Xiao Zheng slammed his hand and smirked and said: "Are you really angry?"
Ye Gong heard the words, but turned slightly and looked at Xiao Zheng: "Can you promise me, don't fight with them?"
"Who?" Xiao Zheng did not reveal too much doubt, but said very calmly.
He knows that the old man has a hard time to say anything, otherwise he will not be angry with the uncharacteristic.
The reason why Ye Gong is angry is not because of the winter fishing, but the risks that may arise behind the incident.
"The enemy you are facing." Ye Gong said. Sitting slowly in the chair. Then pick up the glass and drink it. Unlimited in the eyes.
"I don't have an enemy." Xiao Zheng sat opposite Ye Gong and looked as usual. "Only competitors."
"If people live, they will inevitably have competition. Unless I break into the empty door like my mother-in-law, I will return to Fengming Mountain." Xiao Zheng said with a serious face. "Ye Gong. You have the heart to let me eat chow chow?"
Ye Gong heard the words, but it was not good enough to look at Xiao Zheng. I took out a pack of cigarettes and ordered a message: "You don't understand. I don't know what happened. I don't even know what I'm facing. I let you quit, it's for you. I hope you and the sound." Have a wonderful life."
"Children and grandchildren have their own children, Sun Fu." Xiao Zhengan comforted. "You don't have to worry too much. We always think of ways to solve the dilemma."
"But I don't want the father to pay for it..." Ye Gong's eyes smacked a cigarette and muttered to himself. "Azhen. Yan Shichang should mention something with you. You also know what happened to China in the past. But what I want to tell you is this winter collection. Or this autumn harvest. It is likely that the old man of that year People, life is coming!"
Xiao Zheng heard the words, his heart suddenly trembled. The face is also slightly complicated.
Winter and autumn harvest, is it the descendant of the mythical character Zhao Changfeng?
If he had a triumphant day in the year, it would be my return.
Are the descendants of the Zhao family really coming back?
Come back to find the year of hatred and revenge? Is the life coming?
Ye Gong is so determined, presumably at least 80% authenticity.
"Ye Gong. Can you confirm?" Xiao Zheng asked. "Autumn harvest winter Tibetan is the descendant of Zhao family?"
"Yan Shichang also has doubts in this regard." Ye Gong poured a second glass of wine and then drank it. "But I am not too sure."
"But - they are not only the descendants of the Zhao family, but who else?" Ye Gong spit out a sigh of gas, slowly said. "Wait for most of my life, I finally waited for them. It’s not too late, just fifty years."
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