"I'm back in Yanjing. If I don't look good, my grandfather won't let me go. Besides, if I don't behave better, I won't live up to the expectations of those who want to watch the fun."
Smiling softly, the corners of Ye Huang's lips turned up, outlining an extremely sinister arc.
In the past, Ye Huang's stage was the whole world, but now that he has returned to China, there is no reason to be on a smaller stage and not at the top.
"Hahaha, that's good. You should be seen by some good people. You are the grandson-in-law of my Tang Jieyuan, the grandson of the Silver Fox Ye Dynasty, and a warrior of Long Yan. How can you let ordinary people look down on you."
Ye Huang's words made Tang Jieyuan very excited.
In the circle he belongs to, he has been silent in Yanjing for too long due to the lack of support. Now that Ye Huang is back, it is time to re-enter the stage.
After driving on the road for more than twenty minutes, the car turned into a mountain road and headed deep into the valley along the winding mountain road. Many cars came and went along the way.
"Almost all of these are here to say goodbye to Old Man Zhang. Almost everyone thinks that Old Man Zhang will not survive tonight." After sighing, Tang Jieyuan sighed.
If Huang Huang hadn't been there, he would have had the same thought. Can a dying person still survive if any drug stimulation has no effect?
"Senior usually has good connections, so many people came to give this gift to him."
"Haha, some of them are sworn enemies here. They all regard Old Man Zhang as a dead person. Will a living person still care about a dead person?" Tang Jieyuan smiled bitterly.
When he said this, Emperor Ye couldn't help but feel dumbfounded, understanding that this was the case.
The mountain road is not long, but because of the late night, the driving is slow. The originally ten-minute drive actually forced the guard to drive for twenty minutes.
When they arrived at the entrance of the sanatorium, they stopped for inspection and the guard let Mr. Tang and his party in. However, the guard guarding the door was still a little puzzled. He came here an hour ago, so why did he come back again?
After parking the car on the parking lot in front of Mr. Zhang Wanhong's separate nursing home, Tang Jieyuan took Ye Huang out of the car.
Not to mention, there were quite a lot of cars, and Ye Huang thought about how few of them contained sincere farewells.
This is the case in China. If you want to save face, you have to come forward to join in, no matter if it is true or not. Even if your parents die, you can pay people to mourn, and there is nothing you can do that is fake.
Because the sanatorium is built on a geothermal hot spring and faces south to avoid the wind, the temperature is warmer than that of Yanjing City.
But it is winter after all, and the vines such as grapes and violet creepers that should have been vibrant in the summer in the entire courtyard now have only dry branches and piles of fallen leaves. Only a few pines and cypresses are still green.
After crossing the arch, a group of people walked into Mr. Zhang's nursing home. The hospital was now filled with many people, some wearing military uniforms and some wearing suits and leather shoes. No matter what, they all looked like successful people.
Ye Huang guessed that many of them should be Mr. Zhang's disciples, and some of them were people with whom he usually had friendship.
As soon as Mr. Tang appeared, everyone who had been chatting with each other immediately gathered around.
Compared with Zhang Wanhong, the status of Mr. Tang in front of him in the military is much higher. I am afraid that only Mr. Dugu can surpass him in terms of military achievements.
"Mr. Tang, you are here too."
"Uncle Tang."
"Old Chief."
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Not even half a minute after he came in, a circle of people came up and asked him questions in turn. Tang Jieyuan nodded expressionlessly.
"How is old man Zhang?"
"The situation is not good. Doctors are still treating her, but I heard there is little hope." Shaking his head, an old man in his sixties with some qualifications sighed.
"Mr. Zhang was seriously injured when he was young. Now that he is old and some of his old illnesses have recurred, I'm afraid there is no way to save him."
He said this in a very low voice, obviously afraid of being heard by the Zhang family and the Beitang family.
But the people around them knew in their hearts that what the other party said was right.
"Mr. Tang, who is this?"
At this time, someone finally spotted Ye Huang next to him and asked.
"My grandson-in-law, the grandson of the Ye Dynasty, Emperor Ye, please get to know him."
With a wink at Ye Huang, Tang Jieyuan motioned to Ye Huang to talk to these people.
Ye Huang was not a fool. He understood that the old man wanted to get acquainted with these people. These were Mr. Zhang's disciples and they might be useful in the future.
"It turns out that he is brother Zhiqiu's son. He has a dignified appearance. He really is a tiger with no son. Last time you showed off your power in the military competition, we saw it. Not bad!" Patting Ye Huang on the shoulder, a group of people
The middle-aged man, who was in a military trance, said with a smile.
These people had all gone to see the military competition a few months ago. It can be said that no one could not remember Ye Huang's performance that day.
"No, uncles and uncles, you're welcome. It's just a fluke."
Ye Huang smiled modestly, and the people in the same group said modestly.
Some leaders who are not soldiers are naturally not very clear about the military region competition, but they are not clear about the importance of Tang Jieyuan and Ye Dynasty. The weight of son-in-law and grandson is enough to make people around them take it seriously.
Within a few minutes, people were flocking to get close to each other, and Huang Huang shook hands with them one by one with humility and gestures.
This humility naturally won the favor of many people. They all felt that it was really rare for Emperor Ye to be so polite despite coming from a proud family.
Here, Tang Jieyuan was about to take Ye Huang in, when the sound of crying could be heard in the house, and the cries of men and women could be heard throughout the room.
Tang Jieyuan's expression changed drastically when he heard the cry.
"Ye Huang, let's go!" Knowing that something was not going well, Ye Huang turned around and said sorry to the person who was about to talk, and followed him in a hurry.
Seeing Mr. Tang rushing into the house with this boy from the Ye family, everyone was stunned.
Even if Mr. Zhang passed away, the Zhang family should come out to talk before going in, right?
What are they trying to do in such a hurry?
Although they were confused in their hearts, after hearing the cry, the group of people understood that Mr. Zhang might be in danger, and they all moved closer to the house.
"Old man Zhang, hold on to me you coward, I'm even planning to play chess with you."
Here, before Tang Jieyuan entered the room, he yelled loudly, which directly drowned out all the cries in the room.
Inside the house, Zhang Wanhong's son Zhang Zetian was stunned when he heard Tang Jieyuan's roar, and turned around to greet him.
"Uncle Tang, my dad..."
"Are you dead? If not, don't cry...it made me very upset."
Tang Jieyuan waved his hand and pushed Zhang Zetian away who was blocking the way.
"Xiaoye, come here quickly, this old man only has his last breath left." The old man didn't care whether his behavior would cause the Zhang family to look down upon him, and directly asked Emperor Ye to step forward.
