Chapter 308: Shang Zonghai

Chapter 308 The scheming Shang Zonghai
At the same time, Li Qiao followed the housekeeper and Luo Yu on the path leading to the church.
The butler occasionally introduced a few words of scenery, but Li Qiao responded casually.
The Gothic church with brown walls and black tiles in front slowly comes into view.
Above the steeple clock tower, stands a fiery red cross.
Li Qiao gave Luo Yu a look in a calm manner. Luo Yu nodded slightly, and asked at the right time: "Steward Xiao, is the church open today?"
Steward Xiao looked around and nodded with a serious face, "Be open and open. If Miss Li wants to go in and sit down, I will ask someone to open the door."
"Well, I will trouble you."
Manager Xiao bent over to them, said it was not troublesome, turned around and walked a short distance to start calling.
Near the church, Li Qiao looked around, as if looking at the scenery, but her voice was low: "There are so many people in the old house?"
Luo Yu kicked the slate with his toe, and answered cautiously, "I didn't use it before, but recently I have added a lot of staff. I heard that there is a change in the side branch."
Li Qiao raised her eyes and looked into the distance, her lips moved slightly, "Because he is back?"
Upon hearing this, Luoyu flashed a flash of spirit, "Well, it does matter."
At this point, butler Xiao had also turned back from the front, Li Qiao lowered her eyes, waves appeared in her eyes.
It turned out that, as she had thought, Shang Yu was indeed an enemy in the Shang clan.
The threat from the side branch alone can make the old house so strictly guarded. If there are other external forces infiltrating, the Pama Shang Clan really can't maintain peace.
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On the other side, Shuiyuan Diaoyutai.
At this moment, after listening to Shang Zonghai's praise, Shang Yu looked at him as deep as Haiti, "What do you mean, happy to see it?"
After so many years, he seldom saw the "reasonable" side of his father.
There must be a reason for the abnormality.
Shang Zonghai's eyes were smiling, he looked at the fishing pond again, fiddled with the fishing rod, and said meaningfully: "If I disagree, will you let it go?"
"No." Shang Yu answered without hesitation, without hesitation.
Shang Zonghai's smile grew stronger, and he glanced at him, "Then what else can I do besides being happy to see it happen?!"
Having said that, he obviously avoided all the problems like Tai Chi.
Shang Yu looked at his father deeply, discussing the city mansion, fearing that he would also sigh.
After a while, the man took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a thin cigar and handed it to Shang Zonghai.
The cigarette was lit, and a white mist scattered in the air. Shang Zonghai waved his hand and looked at the cigarette in his hand, joking meaningfully, "Yes, you have good taste now."
Shang Yu narrowed his eyes and smoked, and changed the subject arrogantly, "When do you always plan to translate the content of the autobiography?"
Shang Zonghai flicked the soot, "What's the rush? There are too many rare words, I will tell you after the translation."
Shang Yu looked at the fishing pond with a faint smile, "Really? Compared with autobiography, which ancient medical book has more rare words?"
This is a text trap.
Shang Zonghai heard it instantly.
He picked up the fishing rod and stroked the fishing line on the ground, bit the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, and said vaguely: "If you really want to know, you can study with me."
When the words fell, the surrounding fell into silence again.
After a while, Shang Zonghai suggested: "I have someone prepare a meal in Yuezhaitang. You can leave after lunch."
As he spoke, he sprinkled a handful of fish food into the fishing pond, silently, and added: "The clan meeting in five days, you consider whether or not to bring the little girl to participate."
When the voice fell, Liuyun and Mochizuki looked at each other visibly for a second, then quickly lowered their heads.
In front of the old Patriarch, they did not dare to overstep, let alone make redundant expressions, for fear that they would be spotted if they were not paying attention.
The reason why they are so surprised is that the Shang clan will be held every year, but most of them are arranged at the end of the year or the beginning of the new year.
Why is this year suddenly advanced to mid-year?
At this time, Shang Yu's thin lips overflowed with faint smoke, and the wind was surging in his deep eyes, but he returned to calm in the next second.
He lowered his eyelids, his expression was indistinguishable, it took him a long time to pinch his cigarette, and he looked directly at Shang Zonghai, and sighed in a deep tone: "It's hard to prepare so much for you. Arrange the clan meeting in advance. Don't you just want her to participate?"
Shang Zonghai ignored his words. Instead, he looked at the fishing pond with a deep expression, and muttered to himself: "The water in this pond is mixed, so let someone change it."
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Near noon, Li Qiao followed the housekeeper to Yuezhaitang.
The quaint environment gives people the illusion of being in the imperial court.
Next door to Yuezhai Hall is the ecological garden, surrounded by greenery, and the environment is empty and quiet.
Li Qiao sat beside Shang Yu, and only three of them were seated at the sandalwood square table.
It is strange to say that from entering the door in the morning to now, except for Shang Zonghai, the housekeeper and the bodyguards hiding everywhere, in this huge main house, she has not seen any related Shang family members.
Soon, the servant brought a variety of local dishes. Shang Zonghai took the hot towel and wiped his hands. He looked at Li Qiao kindly, "Little girl, this hummus with bread, you have to be careful. Taste the special dishes that Pama people have been eating since childhood."
We Parma...
As always, Li Qiao must take this as a polite greeting.
But Shang Zonghai, a savvy and sophisticated old gentleman, is afraid that every word has a certain meaning.
Li Qiao looked at the hummus and special bread, and nodded politely, "Uncle said so, then I must taste it."
Shang Zonghai seemed very satisfied, and his eyes became more gentle and kind.
After the meal, the servant brought tea.
Li Qiao sat opposite Shang Zonghai, with a calm expression and clear eyebrows, always maintaining the etiquette that a junior should have.
At this time, Shang Zonghai sipped his tea, and then said to Shang Yu: "The girl is here for the first time. These days, you put aside what you have at hand, and take her around Palmado. The holiday house is nice, you can go and relax when you have time."
Shang Yu leaned against the edge of the table and responded without saying much.
In less than five minutes, Shang Zonghai stood up on his chair and said, "The time is almost there. I have to go to the medicine hall in the afternoon. You two will go back first."
Li Qiao and Shang Zonghai said goodbye.
It wasn't until she walked out the door that the glorious sight behind her finally disappeared.
Li Qiao pursed her lips, and faintly breathed a sigh of relief after her tight emotions relaxed.
Shang Yu heard her sigh, and grabbed her finger while looking sideways, "Tired?"
The girl's soft palms were a little wet, and her posture was lazy.
Li Qiao looked down at the entangled fingertips of the two, and said, "Do you think that uncle always talks to me?"
(End of this chapter)