Hearing this, Ye Shaohan nodded and said calmly: "It's not my habit to be beaten in vain. They can take economic strategies against us, why can't we!"
Although Ye Shaohan's tone was calm, it made people feel a chill when it fell into the ears of Ye Shaoping and the two of them.
Ye Shaohan's move will undoubtedly bring back the flow of people going to small and medium-sized markets. Although it will lose some profits, these swords were originally obtained from two families. Therefore, the Ye family still profits, while those aristocratic families lose these
The flow of people will definitely affect the income of small and medium-sized markets. At that time, how long can their family last?
"Remember, send a few members of Tianwai Tower over there, I'm afraid someone might cause trouble!"
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Ye Shaohan continued: "If someone makes trouble, it will make things big, don't you understand?"
"Making things bigger?"
Ye Shaoping and Ye Shaoping looked at each other, both showing a trace of doubt. Regarding this, Ye Shaohan stood up and walked out of the attic without explaining to the two of them.
It wasn't until Ye Shaohan's figure disappeared in front of the door that Ye Shaohan's voice floated in the wind: "This is a reason to kill, isn't it?"
The cold wind was blowing. Even though they stayed inside the house, both Ye Shaoping and Ye Gaoleng couldn't help but shiver, as if Ye Shaohan's words were colder than the cold wind!
"Those aristocratic families must be in trouble!" In the room, the two of them chuckled almost at the same time...
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The cold wind blew, the white snow was flying, and the sky was hazy like a ferocious devil.
Night fell quietly, and looking at those busy figures, Ye Shaohan felt a sense of warmth that he had not seen for a long time.
Now, he is already at the second level of the Spirit Emperor Realm. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is undoubtedly a strong person. However, while gaining cultivation, he has also lost the life of an ordinary person.
This world is such a reality. If you want to be strong, you must abandon the comfortable life of ordinary people.
In the evening breeze, the candlelight fluttering in the wind kept flickering. Walking alone on the stone path, Ye Shaohan could vaguely hear the laughter of children coming from the surrounding attic.
The soul power surged around like water, and his eyes slowly closed tightly. Ye Shaohan did not return to the courtyard, but walked aimlessly through the Ye family manor.
A few moments later, a cold shout suddenly sounded in the night: "Stop, this is the important place of the family!"
Almost at the same time, two sharp blasts of wind suddenly sounded. Ye Shaohan slowly opened his eyes. Under his gaze, two figures emerged, and they were two Ye family soldiers.
However, when the two Ye family soldiers saw the incoming person, they were shocked, their eyes showed enthusiasm, and they said respectfully: "I have met the young master!"
Raising his eyes slightly, looking at the attic group full of vicissitudes of life, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but have a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, and murmured softly: "Qinglong Pavilion?"
Under the fanatical gazes of the two Ye Jiajun, Ye Shaohan flashed and walked towards Qinglong Pavilion. At the same time, a plain voice came out: "You two are very vigilant!"
Hearing this, the figures of the two Ye Jiajun were greatly shaken again, with expressions of flattery on their faces. To be praised by the leader of the family, the excitement in their hearts could not be described in two words.
Qinglong Pavilion was as it always was, with snowflakes floating in the sky, adding a bit of loneliness to the already silent Qinglong Pavilion.
Standing on the stone path, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but recall the scene of his first visit to Qinglong Pavilion. He bent down, picked up the snowflakes on the ground, and murmured softly: "It has never changed! It just changed that there was an extra layer in it.
Arrange the memorial tablets!" I remember that Qinglong Pavilion was like this when Ye Gaotong was here, and it is still like this now. It has never changed.
The cold wind whistled, and suddenly, Ye Shaohan stopped suddenly, looking at the brightly lit Qinglong Pavilion, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
In front of the brightly lit Qinglong Pavilion, a figure emerged, but that figure was sitting on a wheelchair.
At the same time, Ye Shaohan's footsteps also alarmed the man. Almost at the same time, they looked at each other and it was Ye Shaohao.
The once high-spirited Ye eldest son is now confined to a wheelchair. The proud look he once had on his young face has faded away, replaced by haggardness and sadness.
Looking down the face, Ye Shaohan could see that the slender legs were hanging weakly on the ground. Ye Shaohan could feel that the legs were lifeless.
While Ye Shaohan was looking at Ye Shaohao, Ye Shaohao looked at Ye Shaohan who suddenly appeared with a complicated expression.
Once upon a time, I was looking down at everyone like him!
Once upon a time, I was as high-spirited as him!
However, that was only in the past. Ye Shaohao knew that he would not be able to catch up with Ye Shaohan in this life, even if he was not qualified to look up to him. How miserable this was.
The cold wind was still roaring unbridled, blowing up the snowflakes between the two of them. However, the snowflakes could not block their eyes, which were both complicated.
Snowflakes fell feebly on the shoulders of the two of them. After a few moments, Ye Shaohao's eyes changed from complicated at first to calm now. He nodded to Ye Shaohan and said lightly: "You're here!"
"Yes!" Seeing the calmness on Ye Shaohao's face, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but have a trace of astonishment in his eyes. However, seeing that there was no one else around, a trace of doubt could not help but appear in the corners of his eyes.
Sensing Ye Shaohan's doubts, Ye Shaohao pushed the wheelchair, patted the snowflakes off his shoulders, and chuckled: "I suddenly missed my mother, so I came to see him!"
Hearing this, following Ye Shaohao's line of sight, he saw a plaque with several large characters engraved on it: Ye Gaotong's Wife!
Ye Shaohan has never seen Ye Shaohao's mother since he traveled to this world. I heard from people that Ye Shaohao's mother was assassinated to death during an outing.
Therefore, Ye Muwan and Ye Shaohao have been motherless since childhood, which is somewhat similar to him. At this moment, Ye Shaohan's mind suddenly flashed a vague face, a mother he had never met.
With a quick glance, there was a row of new plaques next to the plaque, with several large characters engraved on it: Li Qian, mother of Ye Shaohao!
"Li Qian!" Ye Shaohan couldn't help but have a trace of reminiscence in his eyes. Was that the woman who bullied Lan Gu?
"My mother passed away when I was still ignorant. I have been taken care of by Gu Li since childhood. In my heart, there is no difference between her and my mother!"
Ye Shaohao's eyes were also looking at the plaque, with a hint of unwillingness in his eyes. If he had been stronger, maybe Li Qian would have been able to survive. Hearing this, Ye Shaohan sighed softly. Ye Shaohao's legs were crippled.
He also knew the reason.
"Ye Shaohan!" Suddenly, Ye Shaohao turned around, looked at Ye Shaohan solemnly, and said in a deep voice: "Is father dead or alive?"
The cold wind was blowing, and the whistling sound was still ringing around his ears. Ye Shaohan looked up at the plaques, but did not answer Ye Shaohao. He also wanted to know whether Ye Gaotong was alive or dead.
"Although the Supreme Elder said that my father is in retreat to attack the Lingzong realm, I still don't believe it!"
Under the candlelight, a trace of ridicule appeared on Ye Shaohao's face: "Perhaps, the news released by the Supreme Elder can deceive others, but it can never deceive me. As a son, I can't even know the life and death of my biological father.
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"Why do you say the news he released is false?" After withdrawing his thoughts, Ye Shaohan also looked at Ye Shaohao and said calmly.
"No matter whether my father is in retreat or not, one day he will definitely not be in retreat, and that is today!"
Ye Shaohao said firmly, pushing the wheelchair at the same time. The wheels rolled slowly, which seemed unusually harsh in the silent Qinglong Pavilion. He raised his right hand slightly, pointed to the attic on the far right and said in a deep voice: "For more than ten years,
, my father will lock himself in that attic every time this day comes, even if he is in seclusion!"
"Today!" Suddenly, Ye Shaohan trembled. Isn't today the day his mother died?
"You also know why it is today. I have known that my father respects my mother since I was a child, but that is just respect, not admiration. The woman in my father's heart is always your mother. This is one of the reasons why I am jealous of you!"
There was a trace of reminiscence in Ye Shaohao's eyes, and he said in a slightly complicated tone: "This is why I am sure that my father has not returned to the family yet. Ye Shaohan, please tell me whether my father is alive or dead!" As he said, Ye Shaohao's
Looking closely at Ye Shaohan,
In response, Ye Shaohan sighed softly, shook his head, and said: "Life or death is uncertain!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohao's originally haggard face looked ashen, his body trembled greatly, his eyes were blankly looking at Ye Shaohan, and he murmured softly: "Life or death is uncertain!"
Even though I knew the facts, there was still a glimmer of hope in my heart, but when I heard it with my own ears, there was no hope at all.
"Thank you!" Shaking the wheelchair, Ye Shaohao's figure slowly walked towards the stone path, gradually disappearing from Ye Shaohan's sight. In the dark night, the sound of the wheelchair rubbing against the ground floated in the wind.
The cold wind whipped up the white snow all over the ground. In Ye Shaohan's eyes, Ye Shaohao no longer looked as energetic as before. Instead, he was as lifeless as an old man in his twilight years.
"The Ye family will be counting on you from now on. I hope you won't disappoint father!" The wind whistled, mixed with Ye Shaohao's slightly deep voice.
It wasn't until Ye Shaohao's figure disappeared that Ye Shaohan withdrew his gaze, looked at the hazy sky, and said lightly: "I will!"
With a sigh, Ye Shaohan did not turn around, but walked towards the attic. He raised his right hand slightly and pushed the slightly heavy door. The wooden door made a rattling sound when it rubbed against the floor.
Before I even stepped into the attic, a faint fragrance hit me, and the light in the entire attic was dim.
Stepping into the attic, the decoration of the entire room is extremely simple, with nothing else except a table.
On the table is an inkstone and a little rice paper. The faint fragrance is emitted from the inkstone, the fragrance of ink.
After lightly scanning the four corners of the room, Ye Shaohan's eyes fell on the wall in front of the desk. There was a picture scroll hanging on the yellow wall.
Through the weak light, the picture scroll is vaguely visible. On the picture scroll, the ladies are dancing gracefully, as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow is fluttering like the flowing wind.
The figure was huge. Although he had never seen the woman on the scroll before, Ye Shaohan recognized her identity with just one glance...