Vol 3 Chapter 167: worth it……

"Father, what should we do, don't we really..." Ye Wei's face was heavy, and his heart was heavy as if he had pressed a thousand boulder, and he could hardly breathe. He would rather face one hundred windy invaders at this time, and would not endure this spiritual suffering.
In ancient times, in order to seek temporary peace between the two countries, there were countless precedents for marrying the daughter of the prince, and the daughter of a general was even more common. However, the Ye family is different. The Ye family has been loyal to the country for the sake of the country. It has killed countless people from the wind and the wind, and the most hated is the people of the wind. It can even be said that the main purpose of his current Ye family is to resist the windy country. If the daughter of Ye Family was forced to marry the Prince of the Great Winds... What an unacceptable blow and irony to Ye Jiahui!
Moreover, he Ye will never be bullied by anyone. Ye Shuiyao's many years of autism have made their father and daughter's feelings softly faded, but after all, it is his only daughter, connected with flesh and blood, how can she bear to see her being married to the windy country.
Returning from the dinner last night, Ye Wei did not sleep at night, and now his face is exhausted. He said that the wind banquet on the dinner last night, from the ambition of the wind, the change of the Kwai Shui country, to the current situation of the Dafeng Kingdom, and the conditions he proposed ... completely complete said to Ye Rong. In addition to the shock that was initially unspeakable, Ye Huo occasionally inserted a few words, and later he said nothing, silently listening. When Ye Wei said everything, Ye Nu’s body was already stiff as a stone, sitting quietly there, without saying a word.
"Father, what should we do?" He asked again. Looking at the father who suddenly became old, Ye Wei knew that his mood would be as heavy as himself.
"You will ask this, indicating that you have a tendency to choose in your heart, but you can't say it, you can't face it, so you want to hear me say it." Ye angry slowly, the old voice is dull, and so A little bit of hoarseness.
Ye Wei’s heart jumped and hurriedly said: "But father..."
"You don't try to resist anymore." Ye angry raised his hand to interrupt his voice, closed his old eyes, and said lowly: "You are forty years old this year, no longer a young man, have passed the indecisive, age of temperament." Although this abandon makes us painful, it is not worth it... Is it really so difficult to weigh?"
Ye Wei stayed for a little meeting and sighed, unable to sit down on the chair opposite Ye Nu.
"My Tianlong country and the windy country will have a battle sooner or later, but it should not be the present. A conspiracy has been prepared for a full 20 years, but in the time that no one has thought of it, it is ready to attack. A 20-year-old Anhe I gradually lost my vigilance, and at this time I was completely unprepared... Even Kwai Shuiguo may have been attached to the strong wind. If this is a war, how big is my hope for Tianlong Guosheng? How big is the hope of existence?"
Ye Wei: "..."
"Five years... These five years are enough to rewrite the fate of my Tianlong country... Weier, I have let you have a book from a young age, and personally teach you how to set up troops, count the enemy, and ignore you every time. The mother’s opposition allows you to go to the battlefield, for what is it?

"It is the guardian of the Tianlong Kingdom, guarding the glory of my Ye family... Without Tianlongguo, there would be no Yejia. I can't let those fierce wolves set foot and take away an inch of land in my Tianlong country." Ye Wei’s clear words . In the same way, when he was very young, his grandfather told him that his father told him that he could not forget and did not forget.
"Yes... If the Tianlong Kingdom was destroyed in my generation of Ye Family, the efforts of my family from generation to generation, as well as the unwavering belief, will be turned into a bubble. Ye Jiahui will become the dust of history, we It will also become a Tianlong country, as well as a sinner of the Ye family. After the death, what face does it have to see the ancestors of the ancestors who have been watching us under Jiuquan... It is worthwhile to exchange one's life for all this, is it worth it? "Ye's hands clasped the left and right handrails of the chair, and the fingers almost fell into it." The rumored Ye Wei said that the hate and pain in his heart are no less than that of Ye Wei, but he is already an old man. He has gone through too many bumps and has experienced too much wind and rain. He has already passed the age of impulsiveness. In this obvious choice between pros and cons, he knew at the outset what choice he should make.
"Value... got..." Ye Wei held his head and struggled to squeeze out two words from his teeth.
I don't know how many years, he didn't care about it, and he greeted his daughter. Maybe it will be a little longer, and he will even forget the existence of his daughter. In the face of Ye Shuiyao, how did he open his mouth?
"I know, there are some words, you can't say this as a father, or I am a grandfather. Yao's temper... oh."
Ye Nu stood up and walked out in a heavy footstep. Ye Wei looked at the old back of his seemingly lonely, and his nose was sour. He knew that his father’s heart would not be less than him. At the beginning, the disappearance of his only son, Ye Jia, once allowed the old man to stand in the cold wind for two days and two nights. If the stone sculpture is generally motionless, he is always serious and old-fashioned, but his concern for his children has always been deeply hidden in his heart. No less than anyone. At this time...he is going to persuade a person who has the blood of Ye Family to leave Ye Family forever and marry to the Dafeng Kingdom... What he bears at this time should be the feeling of heart-cutting.
Ye Shuiyao's small courtyard is as elegant as usual, extraordinarily quiet, and there is no shadow of any of the Majesty's people in the courtyard. Ye Nu stood in the courtyard for a long time, and then he took a light step and walked in.
"Who."
Ye Shuiyao, who is portraying a white lotus, heard the footsteps, his brows scorned, did not look up, and asked coldly.
Ye Fury, who had already walked to the front of the door, stepped on the door and then gently pushed open the door.
A faint daughter's fragrance came to the forefront, and the simple layout in the room was also in front of him. The only feeling brought to him is strange. He has forgotten when he last came to his granddaughter's study. In short, it was a long time ago.
Ye Shuiyao finally looked up and saw Ye Wu, who stood up after a slight mistake and shouted calmly: "Grandpa."
Ye angry nodded, slowly walked in, and looked at every corner here: "Yao Er, although living in the same home every day, but Grandpa really has not seen you for too long, is Grandpa is not."
Ye Shuiyao poured a cup of tea and put it on the longest one from Ye Rong. "Grandpa, sit down."
She is still so cold, even if she is facing her grandfather, her expression is still habitual stiffness, and she can hardly see the sensation of gambling. Ye Nu has always wondered what caused her to become so in the family atmosphere of Ye Family.
Ye angered and shook his head, indicating that he didn't have to sit down. He opened his mouth, but he stopped talking and said, "Yao, can you tell my grandfather what you usually do here, stay in the room for a long time? And, I should always go out and walk around ~EbookFREE.me~ to paint." Ye Shuiyao's answer is simple and concise. In the past, she made paintings for sentimental feelings. Today, it is also for sentimental feelings. However, the essence of "love" has undergone fundamental changes and turned to a dangerous direction.
"Oh? Painting?" Ye Nu's gaze looked at the thick paper that covered the desk. He smiled and said: "Can you let Grandpa look at your paintings? It must be exquisite. You must have the same grandma. I like paintings, but I didn’t know how to appreciate them before I was alive. Until she returned, I could only look at her paintings and recall her life."
Ye Shuiyao did not nod, and his face was obviously unnatural. If it was before, she had no reason to refuse, and now, she does not want anyone outside Ye Wuchen to see her painting at this time. Even if she tried hard to contain and admonish herself, she still gave the meaning of struggling in her heart to her in the painting.
Ye Rou will not see that she has some scruples, and now said: "Still forever, Grandpa is a rough person, can not appreciate such a good thing. Now is too old, it is impossible to know the interest in the painting.

He turned to pick up the teacup that Ye Shuiyao placed on a few, took a small drink, picked up the old eyes, and tasted it carefully: "Grandpa... I haven't drunk the tea you personally poured for many years."
In my heart, there is still a deep voice echoing: maybe, I will never drink again...
He drank the tea heavily and washed his heart. Ye Wuwu is not high, not as good as Ye Wuchen at the moment, but there are countless people who die directly and indirectly in his hands. This is a shovel man who is still smeared with blood and still does not change his color. He is a man who is not afraid of being alone. In his life, he can say that he has never been to anyone... but in the white years, he must swear to himself. Loved ones.
Warm tea over the intestines, Ye anger a long sigh of relief, put the tea cup down, the heart began to slowly calm. He did not forget why he came here, even if he was unwilling to do so, he could not stop.
Ye Shuiyao stood there motionless, and the old and the young were suddenly cold. The sudden arrival of Ye Nu and his apparently weird reaction made Ye Shuiyao know that he must have something to say. She did not take the initiative to ask, silently waiting, waiting for him to say, what he has to do is simply to promise and not to agree.
"Yao, how old you are this year."
"19 years old." Ye Shuiyao replied.
Ye angered and shook his head, laughing and laughing at himself. "I am a grandfather. Even the age of my granddaughter can’t be remembered... Oh, yes, you are two years older than Chen Er, and Chen is 17 years old. You It’s true that I’m 19 years old.
He suddenly sighed and said,
19 years old. It’s already the age of marriage. Yao, can you be interested?

Ye Shuiyao almost never went out, how could there be people who might be interested. When Ye Nu asked this question, he already had an answer in his heart. But what surprised him was that with Ye Shui-Yao’s character, he did not say "no" in a cold voice, but... the glamorous face flashed a slap in the face and lost his gaze. His eyes were not drifting for a long time before he shook his head. Road: "No."
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