When Ye Jincheng and Chen Qingyan left Ye Palace, Ye Fanzheng and Qi Qingmei walked into the small building of the east li.
Ye Fan was going to go back to the 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 say something to Zhao Mingyue and Tang Ruoxue, and then brought Qi Qingmei here.
"Uncle Dong, is there anything wrong with asking us to come?"
Ye Fan was jogging around and shouting while swaying.
As soon as he entered the yard, Ye Fan sniffed hard, and then saw a pot of hot large plate of chickens placed on the stone table under the banana tree in the yard.
There are also a few home-cooked side dishes next to them. Although they are not very good in appearance, they smell very fragrant, which greatly increases Ye Fan's appetite.
"Ye Fan is here? Sit, sit down first with Qingmei."
Hearing Ye Fan's voice, Ye Zhendong's laughter came from the kitchen: "I'll get out the peanut stewed pig's trotters and you can have a meal."
Ye Fan sat down with Qi Qingmei, and then asked Ye Zhendong who was walking out:
"Uncle Dong, aren't you very busy? Why are you free to cook?"
"I also made six dishes and one soup in one breath."
Ye Fan looked at Ye Zhendong curiously: "Your birthday today?"
"no!"
Ye Zhendong smiled and put down a pot of peanuts and pig's trotters, and the fragrance was everywhere.
"I thought that I have been to Baocheng for so many days. Apart from drinking a few cups of tea last time, our uncle and nephew have never been together."
"It happened to be a little time today, so I cooked and cooked some food, and asked you guys to come and have a gathering."
"And I have an indirect share in Jinyuan Club. Is it popular? It will affect my retirement life after I get old."
"You are now in good order and prosperous. I want to treat you to a meal to thank you."
Ye Zhendong gave a few reasons, then took a pot of Huadiao and poured a cup of Ye Fan and Qi Qingmei.
Ye Fan smiled when he heard this: "Uncle Dong, be polite, I'm my own."
"You have another meaning."
Qi Qingmei looked at Ye Zhendong and spoke:
"This meal is also a farewell banquet, right?"
She saw 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 stunned, then looked at Qi Qingmei and smiled: "It seems that it was my extremely correct decision to let you, the princess, come out."
Qi Qingmei sighed quietly: "The Crown Princess is dead, I am Qi Qingmei now."
"The princess of Ye Jincheng is dead, but the princess of Ye Tang still has hope."
Ye Zhendong smiled playfully, then looked at Ye Fan and spoke:
"Qingmei is right. I guess I will leave Baocheng tomorrow morning. Something happened suddenly in Nanling and I need to go back and deal with it."
"But don't worry, I will come back after handling the matter. I will also celebrate the birthday of Master Ye."
He was very frank: "No matter how I and the Ye family don't deal with it, I still have to give this congratulations myself."
Qi Qingmei didn't say anything, but just lowered her head to eat vegetables. She knew in her heart that it would be difficult for Ye Zhendong to go back to Baocheng this time.
Ye Fan put the chicken legs into Ye Zhendong's bowl: "Then when you leave, I'll send you there? When will you leave?"
"No need, you can handle the matter of Jinyuan Club well."
Ye Zhendong reminded Ye Fan and Qi Qingmei:
"Although the black material puts pressure on Chen Qingyan and ruins her reputation, it doesn't mean you can destroy her."
"She will definitely use all her relationships and energy to solve this."
He added: "And it's very likely that it will be suppressed."
"Ye Fan and I expected it."
Qi Qingmei didn't raise her nose, and picked up another vegetable and spoke:
"So we have prepared the second and third fires, enough to burn well until our fifty birthday."
Her tone was very plain, but she seemed very calm, giving people a situation of being able to plan long ago.
“It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t burn.”
Ye Fan smiled and took over the topic: "Qi Qingmei's fire has already established her image with the club."
"Even though Qi Qingmei raised the membership card threshold and tripled the membership fee, there were still a bunch of people crying and shouting to join the club."
He smiled and exaggerated: "We counted the money in the afternoon and had cramps in our hands."
Ye Zhendong was very pleased: "It's good that you have confidence in your heart."
"It's okay, Uncle Dong, come back after you finish the matter. Then we will attend the birthday party together. After the event, we will go back together."
Ye Fan picked up the wine glass: "Okay, let's say goodbye, let's have a drink."
Qi Qingmei suddenly spoke: "Don't worry, wait a moment."
Ye Fan was stunned: "Wait a minute?"
Qi Qingmei gave Ye Fan a blank look: "Didn't you notice four pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the table? This means that the people have not arrived yet."
Ye Fan was stunned and glanced at him. Sure enough, he saw four pairs of bowls and chopsticks. He looked at Ye Zhendong and smiled: "Uncle Dong, is Mr. Hua coming?"
"no!"
Ye Zhendong smiled gently: "An old friend, I guess he will come to see me."
"Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive."
Ye Zhendong's laughter suddenly became refreshed and he looked at a person who appeared at the door of the yard.
Ye Fan and Qi Qingmei turned their heads and looked at them, and saw a man in gray slowly approaching with a pot of wine.
He looked ordinary, had a dull expression, and had no light in his eyes, but when he walked like this, he slowly approached Ye Fan with a broken sword.
Ye Fan's muscles were uncontrollably tense.
Qi Qingmei's pretty face also changed slightly: "Canced Sword?"
Ye Fan asked in a low voice: "What's the origin?"
"Bai Xiaohan, who debuted at the age of thirteen, was the personal death soldier of the old lady, and was once the number one master of the Bai family."
Qi Qingmei's pretty face is solemnly briefly about his origin:
"He once had a Longquan sword in his hand. Because he killed too many people, he has been called the Stolen Sword since then."
"You can imagine how many people he killed before."
"Of course, the old sect leader is fighting outside, and the old lady is in charge behind him. Countless forces sneak in to assassinate the old lady, but none of them succeeded."
"Most of them are broken swords to resolve the crisis."
"The most dangerous time, a killer was only three meters away from the old lady. He could die together by pulling a bomb in his body, but in the end he was still defeated by a sword."
"The sword is cold-blooded and cruel, but he is loyal and loyal, and he is not afraid of death."
"He is not on the killer list, but he can win the praise of Truman's No. 1 killer, Candida."
"But after the old lady retired from the second line, he disappeared from everyone's sight. Even Master Ye and others rarely see his shadow."
She couldn't help frowning: "I didn't expect the old lady to send him here!"
When Ye Fan heard that his body was slightly stiff, he flashed out the Fish Intestine Sword and stood up:
"Is he here to kill Uncle Dong?"
After all, such a cool character cannot come out for a walk without any trouble.
"Ye Fan, don't be nervous. Although Canjian and I have different positions, we are still old friends in private."
Ye Zhendong waved his hand gently to Ye Fan to calm down: "And he is half of my master."
"My killing tricks were originally forty-nine, but he reduced it into ten moves. His moves were reduced, but his killing tricks were extremely powerful."
"Of course, he also learned a few flying swords from me, allowing his other half of the cut-off sword to play a huge role."
"He won't kill me. Besides, I'm the head of the Sixteenth Department, so he can't kill me."
While speaking, he stood up with a smile and smiled at the approaching Jian Jian:
"I'm here just right, have a meal together?"
He pointed to the meal: "Peanut braised pig's trotters, your favorite food."
"when--"
Canjian did not respond, but took two steps forward, took two porcelain bowls, and opened the bamboo leaf green he brought.
He poured wine into the porcelain bowl.
The Qing bamboo leaves green are constantly rotating in the porcelain bowl, and the pleasant aroma of wine instantly spreads the entire yard.
Ye Zhendong was slightly surprised: "Is this a thread of connection? The half bottle you treasured for thirty years?"
"drink!"
After filling two porcelain bowls, Canjian picked up the porcelain bowl and looked at Ye Zhendong.
Ye Zhendong picked up Zhu Yeqing: "Okay!"
"when!"
The two of them touched each other and then drank Zhuyeqing in one gulp.
The sacred sword threw the porcelain bowl on the table: "Go!"
"Okay! I'll go!"
Ye Zhendong responded without hesitation:
"My nephew and niece will be left to you for your care."
After saying that, Ye Zhendong turned around and dragged out a suitcase, left the yard simply, and got into Han Siwei's car and quickly disappeared.
Ye Fan and Qi Qingmei were confused.
Canjian was also stunned, feeling like he had fallen into a pit...