Wei Mansion, Mr. Wei and Ming Qianjue are playing games, and they are probably the only two of them know the pleasure of meeting the opponent.

However, it is unknown what kind of intentions are hidden in this chess game.

Qingge helped his grandfather back to his residence, and the grandfather said, "I heard from Xiaojiu that you are mortal enemies with Ming Qianjue, the president of the Mercenary Association?"

Qingge nodded, "I will never stop until I die."

Grandpa was surprised, "So serious?"

Qingge pursed her lips and stopped talking. She didn't want to hear the name Ming Qianjue.

"I have investigated Ming Qianjue. Ming Qianjue is a big man. If you have hatred, you must be more careful." Grandpa said: "According to the investigation of the Shadow Guard, Ming Qianjue secretly trained the 500,000 mercenary army and was invincible."

"Mercenary Army..." Qingge's eyes shining, "He is indeed ambitious. Does Yongyesheng know about the mercenary army?"

"I don't know yet. The city lord's mansion has everything, but the news channels are not the three major families. This is also the most annoying thing about Yong Yesheng. Among the three major families, the news about Shadow Guard summed up the world and knew everything. I'm afraid the other two families don't know the mercenary army." When talking about Shadow Guard, the grandfather's expression showed pride.

The Shadow Guard was created by her, from scratch to something, and eventually became the killer weapon of the Yan family. Luohua City and even people in the four-star continent were frightened.

The shadow guard passes by, and the sharp blade is there, who is the only one? The fallen flower mansion.

Because of this, everyone else had to lower their heads in front of Grandpa, and Eternal Yesheng was no exception.

Qingge looked at his grandfather and thoughts were full of thoughts.

Grandpa glanced at Qingge and laughed, "You still haven't let go of your guard. What a guardian child."

Grandpa was right, Qingge was always on guard against Grandpa. Even if Grandpa gave Qingge the precious phoenix fan and red sandalwood beads to Qingge, he would not be able to gain Qingge's full trust.

Even if Qingge holds a phoenix fan and a red sandalwood beads, so what?

When Qingge's useful value is completely drained, can Grandpa get it back at any time?

It is impossible for a person like Grandpa to leave a way out for himself.

"If your mother is half as smart as you, she will not die as miserable as you." Grandpa snorted.

"Fate is determined by heaven." Qingge said lightly.

"Destiny is determined by heaven?" Grandpa slammed the table, "If she listened to me and did not follow the boy named Ye, why would she die in a foreign land at a young age? If she stayed in the Yan family, how could Yan Houyong and Yan Shicheng fight? I have said long ago that your mother would marry the best man of the four-star star, not that boy."

"My father is gifted, a genius of Beiyue, a four-star war god, and has deep affection and friendship. Why is he worthless by his grandfather?" Qingge said.

"The deep love and righteousness?" Grandpa was angry and pressed the ground with a crutch. She looked directly at Qingge and said angrily: "It is his deep love and righteousness that caused Bitong to lose his life. If he hadn't distinguished right from wrong, if he hadn't recognized the thief as his brother, how could Bitong die with him?"

Qingge was silent.

This matter was indeed Ye Jingfeng’s fault.

Ye Jingfeng ruined Yan Bitong's life in order to be brotherly with the Northern Yue Emperor, and at the same time, the massacre army was displaced for many years, and the dragons were headless.

On the one hand, Ye Jingfeng has flesh and blood, and on the other hand, Ye Jingfeng is not responsible enough.

After the grandfather roared, his body was weak and his eyes were full of sadness.

"Qingge, your mother hates me." said Grandpa.

Qingge was puzzled, "Hate you?"

"Because your mother is the daughter of His Highness Shenyuedu, I hate her and are very harsh on her, but I also like her the most." Grandpa was so calm.

She loves Yan Bitong and hates Yan Bitong.

Grandpa took a crutch and walked a few steps forward.

She gave all the love she had in the rest of her life to Yan Bitong, but Yan Bitong left with Ye Jingfeng, regardless of her feelings.

When Grandpa was talking to Ye Qingge, she was a little happy even when she quarreled.

At least, after she became angry, even Yan Xiaowu did not dare to speak.

Night songs are different.

Grandpa turned his head to look at Ye Qingge. Ye Qingge sat at the table, took out the few heartbreaking wine left, poured two glasses, and she raised her glass to invite Grandpa, "Grandpa, have a sip?"

"No drink." Grandpa looked ruthless.

Qingge shrugged, it doesn't matter, "That's right, my grandfather is old and has half his foot in the coffin. He dares not drink strong wine. My fault, my fault."

Grandpa: "..." She really wanted to tear the little girl's mouth.

Grandpa groaned, "Who said that I didn't dare to drink it? I remember that when I was in Shenyuedu, I couldn't bear a thousand cups."

Grandpa walked to the table and sat down, and ordered: "Come on, bring the welcoming wine in the wine cellar. I will never get drunk with you today."

"Accompany at any time." Qingge said.

Grandpa looked at Qingge's seat, Qingge sat in the north, with the north being the best, which was the position of noble people and elders.

"I am worthy of being a Murano girl. I am so unruly. Do you know what respects the elderly?" Grandpa frowned and looked disgusted.

"Does the grandfather know what loves the young?" Qingge raised his eyebrows and said willfully.

Grandpa looked at Qingge's rude and arrogant look and couldn't help but smile, "You kid, you are so bold. Don't let your guard down in the Qiankun Monument in three days."

"Yes." Qingge said.

The maid brought the Yingchun wine and placed it on the table. Qingge and his grandfather each had a pot of wine, and drank the cow drinks so much that it was so happy.

Grandpa laughed heartily.

"When will your fiancé bring it to my grandma for meeting?" asked the grandfather.

"Three years later." After that, Qingge frowned, very upset, "Grandmaster, can you still live until then?"

Grandpa almost spit out a sip of wine, "Don't worry, grandma will definitely live for a hundred years."

"Don't worry, Grandpa, Qingge will definitely take care of you for the elderly and the death of the emperor." Qingge said.

Grandpa's mouth twitched. Is this child cursing her?

However, after talking for a few minutes, Grandpa's depression had improved a lot, and his face was always stern, and he also started to laugh.

When my grandfather smiled, he had kind face, and his snow-white face had age spots and wrinkles, but he could vaguely see his youthful style.

People all say that Yan Bitong is amazingly beautiful, but less than one-tenth of his grandfather’s character.

Grandpa's pot of wine was filled with his stomach, and his drunkenness was hazy.

Grandpa sighed, "I'm old, so old, I can't even drink."

Grandpa was in a high position and had a lot of children and grandchildren, but she was lonely than anyone else.

Ye Qingge's arrival is to resolve her loneliness.

When I was drinking, the door of the house was opened by the guards.

Grandpa was angry: "What's the matter?"

The guard saluted, "Grandmaster, someone came outside. The man claimed to be Miss Ye's grandfather, and said he wanted to settle the score with his grandfather. The grandfather abducted his granddaughter."

Qingge's movements of holding the wine pot were served.

As soon as the guard finished speaking, Ye Qingtian came in a fierce momentum.

Before the person arrives, the sound arrives first.

"I'm so stinky, hand over my granddaughter. If my granddaughter is bullied, be careful that I will burn your Yan family courtyard with fire."

Qingge looked up and Ye Qingtian walked over cursingly.

Ye Qingtian was wearing a green python robe, and his speed was extremely fast, and he came over in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!