The first thousand two hundred and fourteen chapters feel out of the pit
"Uncle Dong, Uncle Dong!"
When Ye Jincheng and Chen Qingyan left Ye Palace, Ye Fanzheng and Qi Qingmei walked into Dongli Xiaozhu.
Ye Fan was originally going back to Wei Palace for dinner, but Ye Zhendong called him and asked him to bring Qi Qingmei with him.
Ye Fan had no choice but to tell Zhao Mingyue and Tang Ruoxue, and then brought Qi Qingmei over here.
"Uncle Dong, why did you call us here?"
Ye Fan rushed to the yard on the familiar road, wandering and shouting.
As soon as he entered the yard, Ye Fan sniffed hard, and then he saw a large pot of hot chicken on a stone table under the banana tree in the yard.
There were a few home-cooked side dishes next to them. Although they didn't look very good, they smelled delicious and greatly increased Ye Fan's appetite.
"Is Ye Fan here?
Sit, sit, you sit down first with a light eyebrow."
Hearing Ye Fan's voice, Ye Zhendong's laughter came from the kitchen: "I'll make the braised pig's trotters with peanuts and then we can eat."
Ye Fan sat down with Qi Qingmei, and then asked Ye Zhendong who came out: "Uncle Dong, aren't you very busy?
How come you have time to cook?”
"I also made six dishes and one soup in one go."
Ye Fan looked at Ye Zhendong curiously: "Is it your birthday today?"
"no!"
Ye Zhendong smiled and put down a pot of stuffed pig's trotters with peanuts, and the aroma filled the air.
"I just thought that after being here in Baocheng for so many days, except for a few cups of tea last time, our uncle and nephew have never had a good time together."
"I just have some time today, so I'll cook some food and then ask you to come over and get together."
"And I am indirectly involved in the Jinyuan Club. Whether it is popular or not will affect my retirement life when I get old."
"You are now in good order and thriving. I have to treat you to a meal to express my gratitude."
Ye Zhendong gave several reasons, then took a pot of Huadiao and poured a cup for Ye Fan and Qi Qingmei.
Ye Fan smiled when he heard this: "Uncle Dong, you're welcome, I'm one of my own."
"You still have something to say."
Qi Qingmei looked at Ye Zhendong and said, "Isn't this meal also a farewell party?"
She penetrated Ye Zhendong's thoughts at a glance: "After eating, you will leave tonight or tomorrow morning, right?"
Ye Fan, who picked up a chicken leg, was stunned: "Uncle Dong, are you going back?"
Ye Zhendong was startled, then looked at Qi Qingmei and smiled: "It seems that I made the right decision to let you, the Crown Princess, come out."
Qi Qingmei sighed quietly: "The Crown Princess is dead, and I am Qi Qingmei now."
"The Crown Princess of Ye Forbidden City is dead, but there is still hope for the Crown Princess of Ye Hall."
Ye Zhendong smiled playfully, then looked at Ye Fan and said, "Qingmei is right. I guess I will leave Baocheng tomorrow morning. Something happened in Nanling and I need to go back to deal with it."
"But don't worry, I'll be back as soon as I finish handling the matter. I also want to wish the leader of the Ye clan a birthday."
He was very candid: "No matter how much the Ye family and I don't deal with each other, I still have to give this congratulation in person."
Qi Qingmei didn't speak, she just lowered her head and ate green vegetables. She knew in her heart that it would be difficult for Ye Zhendong to return to Baocheng.
Ye Fan put the chicken legs into Ye Zhendong's bowl: "Then when you leave, I will give it to you?
When exactly will you leave?”
"No need, please take care of the affairs of Jin Yuan Club."
Ye Zhendong reminded Ye Fan and Qi Qingmei: "Although the dirty information has put pressure on Chen Qingyan and ruined her reputation, it does not mean that you can destroy her."
"She will definitely use all her connections and energy to resolve this matter."
He added: "And there is a high probability that it will be suppressed."
"Mark and I expected it."
Without raising an eyebrow, Qi Qing picked up another green vegetable and said, "So we have prepared the second and third fires, which will be enough to burn well until your fiftieth birthday."
Her tone was very calm, but she seemed very calm, giving the impression that she had already planned a strategy.
"It doesn't matter if it doesn't burn."
Ye Fan took over the topic with a smile: "Qi Qingmei's ignition has already established her and the club's image."
"Even if Qi Qingmei raised the membership card threshold and tripled the membership fee, there are still a lot of people crying and clamoring to join."
He smiled and exaggerated: "Our hands cramped even when counting money in the afternoon."
Ye Zhendong was very pleased: "As long as you have confidence in your heart."
"It's okay. Uncle Dong, you will come back as soon as you finish handling the matter. Then we will attend the birthday banquet together. After the party is over, we will go back together."
Ye Fan picked up the wine glass: "Okay, without saying goodbye, let's have a drink."
Qi Qingmei suddenly said: "No hurry, wait a minute."
Ye Fan was stunned: "Wait a minute?"
Qi Qing raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes at Ye Fan: "Didn't you notice the four sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table?
This means that everyone hasn’t arrived yet.”
Ye Fan was startled, glanced around, and saw four pairs of bowls and chopsticks. He looked at Ye Zhendong and smiled: "Uncle Dong, is Mr. Hua coming over?"
"no!"
Ye Zhendong smiled gently: "An old friend will probably come to see me."
"Say Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will be here."
Ye Zhendong's laughter suddenly became hearty and he looked at a person who appeared at the door of the yard.
Ye Fan and Qi Qingmei turned around and saw a man in gray slowly approaching with a pot of wine.
He looked ordinary, with a dull expression, and no light in his eyes, but as he walked like this, he slowly approached Ye Fan with a broken sword.
Ye Fan's muscles tensed uncontrollably.
Qi Qingmei's pretty face also changed slightly: "Remnant Sword?"
Ye Fan asked in a low voice: "What's the background?"
"Bai Xiaohan, who debuted at the age of thirteen, was the old lady's personal bodyguard and was once the top master of the Bai family."
Qi Qingmei's pretty face solemnly briefly described his origin: "He once had a Longquan sword in his hand. Because he killed too many people, it broke into two pieces. Since then, it has been called the Broken Sword."
"You can imagine how many people he killed before."
"Of course, the old sect leader is fighting outside, and the old lady is sitting behind. Countless forces sneaked in and tried to assassinate the old lady, but no one succeeded."
"Most of them are broken swords that resolve crises."
"The most dangerous time was when a killer was only three meters away from the old lady. He could kill the old lady together by pulling the bomb in his body, but in the end he still failed the mission by sealing his throat with a sword."
"Can Jian is cold-blooded and cruel, but he is loyal and loyal and is not afraid of death."
"He is not on the killer list, but he can win the praise of Truman's number one killer, Can Dao."
"It's just that after the old lady retired from the second line, he also disappeared from everyone's sight. Even the leader of the Ye Clan rarely saw his shadow."
She couldn't help but frown: "I didn't expect the old lady to send him here!"
When Ye Fan heard this, his body stiffened slightly, he flashed his fish intestine sword and stood up: "Is he here to kill Uncle Dong?"
After all, it is impossible for such a cool person to go out for a walk.
"Ye Fan, don't be nervous. Although Can Jian and I have different positions, we are still old friends in private."
Ye Zhendong waved his hand gently to signal Ye Fan to calm down: "And he is also half of my master."
"My killing skills originally had forty-nine moves, but he simplified them into ten moves. The number of moves was reduced, but each move killed people with infinite power."
"Of course, he also learned a few flying sword moves from me, allowing him to cut off the other half of the sword to great effect."
"He won't kill me. Besides, I'm the head of the 16th Department, so he can't kill me either."
As he spoke, he stood up with a smile and smiled at Can Jian, who was approaching: "You're here just in time, let's eat together?"
He pointed at the food: "Braised pig's trotters with peanuts, your favorite."
"Dang-" Can Jian didn't respond. He just took two steps forward, took two porcelain bowls, and opened the bamboo leaf green he brought.
He poured wine into the porcelain bowl with a splash.
The clear rows of green bamboo leaves are constantly rotating in the porcelain bowl, and the pleasant aroma of wine instantly fills the entire courtyard.
Ye Zhendong was slightly surprised: "Is this a thread?
The remaining half bottle that you have treasured for thirty years?"
"drink!"
After filling two porcelain bowls, Can Jian picked up the porcelain bowl and looked at Ye Zhendong.
Ye Zhendong picked up the bamboo leaf green: "Okay!"
"when!"
The two of them touched each other and drank the bamboo leaf green in one gulp.
Can Jian dropped the porcelain bowl on the table: "Let's go!"
"Okay! I'm leaving!"
Ye Zhendong responded without hesitation: "You will take care of my nephew and niece."
After saying that, Ye Zhendong turned around and dragged out a suitcase, left the yard neatly, got into the car driven by Han Sizhi and disappeared quickly.
Ye Fan and Qi Qing were confused.
Can Jian was also stunned, feeling like he had fallen into a pit...
