"Ahem, this is an ancestral hall!"
Really unable to see Xiao Han's uneducated appearance, Ren Qing whispered an explanation in his ear with a dark face.
"Ancestral hall?" Xiao Han was stunned when he heard the words, and then he noticed: the house in front of him is indeed a little different from ordinary houses. There is no common front yard or backyard, only a solitary house, standing alone in the valley. It seems very weird.
"This is the Feng family ancestral hall?!"
A flash of lightning flashed across his mind, and Xiao Han suddenly remembered that two days ago, Feng Ang went out of the city to greet Mrs. Xian's funeral, and he suddenly understood what he was seeing!
However, Xiao Han still felt a little puzzled: Why was such a good ancestral hall built here? ! Aren't you afraid of being ruined by wild beasts that escape from the mountains?
Moreover, this old guy was so nice that he led me to see his ancestral hall when he had nothing to do. What was the purpose of this?
He looked at Feng An suspiciously, but Feng An didn't pay attention to Xiao Han's eyes at this moment. He just looked solemnly and stared at the lonely ancestral hall in the rain.
"Xiao Hou."
A deep voice came through the sound of rain. At this moment, Feng An changed from the casual and relaxed mood when he came. Not only did his face look extremely solemn, but even his voice was a bit hoarse.
"Mr. Feng!"
Seeing this scene, Xiao Han didn't dare to play tricks anymore. He also solemnly bowed his hand to Feng An and whispered a promise.
Hey, even his ancestors have moved out now. It seems that the half-truth and half-false conversation between the two yesterday is finally coming to fruition.
When the time came to reveal the final answer, Xiao Han felt that his originally anxious heart had calmed down.
On the way just now, even though he was talking and laughing freely and seemed to have nothing on his mind, who knew that under that smile, his worry and hesitation never disappeared for even a minute or a second!
"Do you know, Marquis Xiao, how many tablets are there in this ancestral hall?" Feng Ang's voice came again through the sound of rain. Although it was not loud, it was extremely clear.
"I don't know!" Xiao Han shook his head honestly.
"The listed tablets cost three hundred and twenty-nine yuan!" Feng Ang smiled, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes!
"These are all the ancestors of the Feng family who sacrificed their lives on this land when Lingnan was developed! Only those who have made great contributions to Lingnan and the Feng family can enter this ancestral hall and enjoy the blood of the descendants of my Feng family. Eat incense!"
"Zhonglietang?"
Hearing Feng An's words, these three words immediately appeared in Xiao Han's mind, but soon he suppressed them forcefully.
Zhonglie Hall is dedicated to people who have made great contributions to the country, not limited to one surname or one family! Obviously, the ancestral hall in front of us did not reach the height of Zhonglie Hall.
"The contributions made by the Feng family to Lingnan will not be forgotten by the people of Lingnan, the court will not forget, and neither will your Majesty!"
Putting away his umbrella, Xiao Han took a deep breath, ignoring the drizzle in the sky, and solemnly saluted the ancestral hall in the rain.
"Hahaha, you won't forget?" Feng An looked at Xiao Han who was bowing to salute, and also threw down his umbrella, and said together in the rain: "But Xiao Hou, do you think that just because you won't forget, you can All the hundreds of years of hard work and hard work of the Feng family will be wiped out?"
"No!"
Xiao Han shook his head slowly, but a strange color flashed in his lowered eyes.
At this time, he had already vaguely guessed why Feng An brought him here. But, for bargaining, you don’t have to bring up your ancestors, right?
Let's sit down, boil a pot of soju, and have a good chat. Isn't it better than being caught in the rain like two idiots?
"No?"
Feng Ang obviously didn't know that Xiao Han had thought of this, and he still said angrily: "Then Xiao Hou thinks that the family business that the Feng family's ancestors worked so hard to build should be chopped off with a light knife like this?"
"This..." Xiao Han hesitated for a moment after hearing this, but when he saw Feng An's eyes quickly turning red, he shook his head decisively and said, "You shouldn't!"
Feng An pointed at Xiao Han and laughed sadly: "Hahaha, no, no! Then why is Xiao Hou here?"
Xiao Han stared at the fingers as thick as carrots, took a deep breath and said: "Save you, save the Feng family!"
"The Feng family is very good and does not need saving!"
"No, although the Feng family looks good now, it is actually in danger!"
"Hmph, are you in danger? Xiao Hou is exaggerating!"
"Young man never lies, but it rains heavily here. Why don't we find a place to take shelter from the rain and have a frank and detailed talk?"
"Okay! Please!"
When Xiao Han spoke, he originally thought: He could just find a place on a cliff or under a giant tree to take shelter from the rain, so that he wouldn't have to be soaked in the rain like this.
But he didn't expect that after hearing his suggestion, Feng An actually nodded, then pointed directly towards the ancestral hall, asking him to come in and talk!
By the way, is this place a place for conversation?
However, although he cursed in his heart, seeing the rain outside getting heavier and heavier, Xiao Han still nodded!
Isn't it just an ancestral hall? What's so scary? Those Feng family ancestors can't really jump out and strangle themselves to death!
But if he keeps getting wet like this and gets gonorrhea and dies, he might really have to go see them. Then, he can't defeat this big group of people alone!
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In the empty ancestral hall, Ren Qing did not come in, nor did Feng An's entourage, so now inside, only Xiao Han and Feng An sat facing each other.
Sitting on the ground obediently, on their side were hundreds of dark tablets.
On the other side, there were doors and windows that were rustled by the wind and rain!
Seeing such a scene, even though Xiao Han was a staunch atheist, he still felt an uncontrollable tingle in his heart.
"Xiao Hou!" Smiling solemnly at Xiao Han, Feng Ang took the lead and said, "You can now tell me how our Feng family is in such danger!"
"Ning family!" Xiao Han tried hard to control himself not to look at the densely packed memorial tablets, and said, "Feng Gong also knows what the Ning family is now!"
"Ning Changzhen's family?" Feng An narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Of course I know! But I won't be as stupid as him, and go to see the King of Hell in a daze without explaining anything about the funeral!"
Xiao Han smiled bitterly: "Mr. Feng, you don't really think that Ning Changzhen has no backup plan, do you? How could such a powerful person not think of what's going on behind the scenes?"
"The old man drove his son away, and only one was left!"
"Uh, forgive me for talking too much! Is there anyone who is capable of inheriting Mr. Feng's mantle?"
"That old man, that old man..." At this moment, Feng Ang was speechless. Although he had many sons, none of them stood out!
"Feng Gong doesn't want to say: The worst case is that he will turn against him, right?"
Xiao Han seemed to have seen through Feng Ang's thoughts and said softly: "But Mr. Feng, how many times do you think your son can withstand that kind of weapon?"
