842. Chapter 842 Tit for tat kicked out of the house 2
Ye Ming and Yang Yuxi got into Wu Zhao's car together, left the airport and walked towards the depths of the capital. However, the place they went to was not the familiar red-walled courtyard, but Ye Zhifeng's home.
Ye Xuan lives in the small red-walled courtyard, but the ceremony and funeral after his death are not suitable to be held here, because this is the center of the highest concentration of Chinese power. Not only Ye Xuan lives there, but also other old leaders.
It is obviously inappropriate to hold a sad and noisy funeral in this heavily guarded place.
The car slid quickly and soon arrived outside Ye Zhifeng's residence. When Ye Ming and the two arrived, there were already many cars parked outside, most of them with military or government license plates.
Every car may cause a stir when placed in the place, but now these cars are parked in a crowd outside Ye Zhifeng's gate, coming here like a pilgrim, because the deceased is Ye Xuan, this Chinese
One of the last remaining old heads of state.
Yang Yuxi didn't study these license plates and didn't know what they meant, but Ye Ming didn't care at all. Accompanied by Wu Zhao, the two came to Ye Zhifeng's home, where Ye Ming had been here not long ago, and
There was a big fuss... As we went deeper, we heard the sound of sobbing. Some of the guards and bodyguards responsible for guarding had red eyes, and some of them still had clear traces of tears on their faces.
Affected by the sadness here, Yang Yuxi only felt that her nose was sore and her eye circles were red. Ye Ming's facial expression did not change much. Of course, this did not mean that he was not sad, but he did not show it clearly. But from some
The subtle details can still be reflected, such as the sadness in his eyes, the slightly twitching corners of his lips, and the way he walks...
Ye Ming stepped forward slowly, his steps slow and stagnant, as if every step he took required a huge amount of energy from him. He actually walked for half a minute over a distance of dozens of meters before arriving outside the mourning hall.
The guard at the door didn't say much when he saw the three people coming in. Wu Zhao was Ye Xuan's guard, and Ye Ming was Ye Xuan's most valued descendant. As for Yang Yuxi, although they had never seen her, they saw her.
He followed Ye Ming step by step, and several people could guess what he was doing.
"Ye Ming, you go in, I won't go in." Outside the mourning hall, Wu Zhao said with red eyes. Ye Ming nodded and turned to look at Yang Yuxi. Seeing her red eyes, he grabbed her palm and pulled her
She entered the mourning hall.
In the mourning hall, almost all the immediate family members of the Ye family gathered here.
Ye Ming's father Ye Zhan, mother Qin Si, and the descendants of Ye Zhifeng's lineage densely surrounded Ye Xuan's coffin. The men's eyes were red and the women were sobbing softly.
Seeing Ye Ming and the two appearing, a group of Ye family members were about to step forward and kowtow. When they found out it was Ye Ming, their movements suddenly stopped. Then everyone just stared at Ye Ming, watching him dragging a strange woman.
He walked towards Ye Xuan's coffin with his hand, his heavy footsteps seemed to be condensed with countless sorrows.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Ye Ming walked to the coffin, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground with a thud. He leaned down and kowtowed, and hit his forehead heavily on the floor with a dull sound. In an instant, the wound on his forehead burst open and turned bright red.
Blood seeped out, staining the white gauze on the forehead red at a speed visible to the naked eye...
