"Oh, Qin Feng is back already? I thought he would come back next month." She hadn't seen him for a long time and didn't know what he had become now.
"On the third day after the young master left, Master Feng came back. Will we go to the Qin family or the villa on the beach now?"
"Let's go back to the villa first. I've been exhausted these past few days. I want to go back and have a rest." Qin Ran stretched out and leaned lazily.
"Yes." Ning Chen glanced at him and saw that she seemed really tired. She originally had something to say, but in the end she said nothing.
Qin Ran said nothing more and closed his eyes to fall asleep. He did not expect that Qin Feng would come back so soon and a war without gunpowder would begin.
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The mansion with ancient architecture, a few cigarettes, and the smell of books fill the air.
"You have no more chess." In the pavilion under the shade of the trees, an old man and a young man were talking and laughing and playing chess.
"Second uncle, I just haven't played chess with you for a while, and your chess skills have improved again. You have completely destroyed all my chess games." The speaker was a handsome man in his twenties or eighties.
There was an eye patch on his handsome face, exuding a touch of beguiling mystery, and a smile that was almost lazy and evil appeared on his beautiful thin lips.
"It's not that my chess skills have improved, but that you deliberately made me an old man." Looking at the blocked white words on the chessboard, the old man squinted and smiled. He was old, but his face was ruddy and his eyes were bright.
"Do I need to give way to a master among masters like my second uncle? Isn't that humiliating myself?" He sighed while looking at his chess pieces being surrounded.
"You kid, please stop giving me the soup. It's been a long time since you came to play chess with me. Did you run into some trouble this time?"
"Second uncle, you are the roundworm in my belly. I can't hide anything from you." Qin Ran reached out and poured him a cup of hot tea.
"I'm not a roundworm in your belly, but every time you come to see me, something must be wrong. Is it because of Zhao's surname this time, or is it because you are worried about Qin Feng's return?" The old man is Qin, the second eldest son of the Qin family.
Wang Nian, although he had long since stopped doing things and lived in seclusion in this remote old house, nothing that happened outside could escape his eyes.
"Yes, uncle, the Qin Dynasty has been destroyed for so long, why are our ancestral precepts still so old-fashioned? Why can't we be friends with people named Zhao?" Maybe Zhao Yi is the same as Qin Shiwang and those people.
An unbreakable relationship.
"You are right, you cannot associate with people named Zhao. This ancestral precept is indeed a bad rule, but the ancestral precepts are the ancestral precepts. As descendants of future generations, we cannot violate them, otherwise we will be removed from the family tree." Qin
Wang Nian sighed and said.
"Rules are dead, but people are alive. Have you never thought about revising the ancestral precepts?" There is really no need for this ancestral precept to exist now.
"You must not mention this matter. You also know how conservative your father's thoughts are, and the elders of the Qin family will not agree."
"Is there really no way to change it?" he asked with a frown.
"You have to pay a heavy price for trying to violate the ancestral precepts. You are the pride of the Qin family and will not allow the slightest mistake. You must not act rashly." Seeing his thoughts, Qin Wangnian was a little worried that he would
