In the group chat live broadcast room, Zhao Menghua's shared screen hung up early, and the last scene left in everyone's eyes was the smile that suppressed embarrassment.
In fact, Li Longyuan's original intention was not to humiliate him, but he just wanted to lie for Su Xiaoqiang on a whim.
However, Zhao Menghua, who was born in a business family, like his fathers, always likes to speculate on people's thoughts, so he inevitably feels panic and does not dare to fall out directly. I had to be like an ostrich with its neck buried in the sand, calmly pretending that nothing had happened.
But this expression made Lu Mingfei's eyes light up. Yes, he had forgotten that there was such a great person in the group. If Li Longyuan can help him, maybe he will be more confident in winning the beauty back.
But in an instant, he hesitated. It was too shameful to say such a personal thing as confessing. What's more, I am a student who is about to take the college entrance examination, but what I have been thinking about all day long is how to express my love to the class beauty. If it accidentally spreads, how will someone like him behave in the class?
The little goddess became more and more active in the group, chirping as happily as a lark.
Being able to receive such a special gift on New Year's Eve, and the most important thing is that the person giving the gift is someone she cares about, is enough to put her in a good mood all night long.
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During the banquet, the fair-skinned and beautiful long-sleeved dancers have been dismissed. These are the proud daughters of heaven who were trained by separate families, and they will also be able to hold certain positions in the Shengtang Group in the future.
The graceful and wealthy beauties gathered at the banquet and danced to the soothing ritual music in silence from beginning to end. They were beautiful, but lacked warmth like jade without a soul. They were then easily dismissed by Li Longyuan with a wave of his hand. This is a scene that is unimaginable to all ordinary people outside.
The authority of the Zong family is evident from this.
Like an invisible rope tied around everyone's neck, the powerful and strict rules of orthodoxy are based on a cold and vast intimidation, blood.
The bloodline is divided into sufficiently clear and complete levels based on blood source surnames and bloodline purity, which cruelly and accurately separates the gap between hybrids and hybrids. Thousands of years of power have been imposed on every orthodox member.
All the dissatisfaction and resentment deep in the hearts of the branch family members can only be vented in the traditional challenges of the succession ceremony of each true king and family head.
However, the facts always explain one truth tirelessly: bloodline determines strength, and strength determines everything. The head and true king of the orthodox family over the years will always be the most perfect one from the lineage of the clan.
"I want to ask you about the Zhao family."
In the empty hall, all the ladies and servants coming and going have been dismissed. The handsome young man is holding his legs and sitting in the north seat with an uninhibited posture. He casually turns off the screen of his mobile phone and puts it on the corner of the table. He immediately raises his eyes and looks around. The guests of the banquet.
Most of the men in soap clothes and mysterious robes shook their heads and sneered when they heard this, and then continued to raise their wine bottles to taste this rare wine. With Li Longyuan's position in the orthodox position, it was impossible for him to not understand the reason for Li Chengqian's previous order to purge the Zhao family.
The men in suits looked frightened and stood up tremblingly.
"Don't be afraid. The fact that you are sitting here is enough to prove that it has nothing to do with this matter."
The young man's gentle words of comfort.
Realizing that His Royal Highness, the True Monarch, who was of noble birth, had no intention of asking guilt, a middle-aged man of about thirty-five years old at the Zhao family table just bowed and respectfully replied. He is the newly elected head of the Zhao family, named Zhao Cheng.
"The former head of the Zhao family, Zhao Li, was good at making opinions. Eighteen years ago, he secretly cooperated with the Japanese Fierce Ghosts to sell orthodox internal biological genetic data, and privately conducted experiments on the transformation of mixed-race bloodlines. Currently, Zhao Li has Transferred to Dali Temple Prison, a total of 27 participants and insiders were put under control and sentenced to death."
"Eighteen years ago? How did the ghost cave come about?" The ghost cave existed for more than eighteen years.
Li Longyuan was sitting on the table, his strong and slender hands playing with the delicate jade cup, and his eyes were not looking at the man who was holding his hand in front of him. The superior's posture is perfectly controlled.
In this aspect, he is quite similar to Li Chengqian. The grandfather and grandson have the same skills in understanding people's hearts. They seem to be talking casually, but in fact they will immediately find out if there are any mistakes or omissions in their answers.
It's just that this question was so shocking that even the clan members who were leisurely considering themselves couldn't help but stop and look at the branch family members who were also pale-faced in surprise.
"Ghost cave? What ghost cave?"
Zhao Cheng was under high-pressure questioning, with cold sweat visibly breaking out on his forehead. He raised his head and asked with a look of panic and confusion.
Li Longyuan, who was sitting cross-legged with his legs stretched out, did not speak immediately, but his eyes fell on him unwaveringly. The man felt as if he was being stared at by a ferocious predator, and even his breathing inevitably became heavy.
"Then let me make a wild guess."
After a long time, the young man suddenly smiled, his thin lips pursed like a sharp edge, he stood up and walked towards Zhao Cheng with a wine bottle in one hand and a wine cup in the other.
"Is the Kyoto Ghost Cave a place where defective products were accumulated after the Zhao family's failed experiment in human genetic modification?"
This speculation was so bold that before Li Longyuan reached Zhao Cheng, he found that his legs were already weak.
"It's just that I'm curious about how the Zhao family managed to conceal these actions for so many years under the surveillance of the Zong family, and where did the creature named Red King come from that was obviously hostile to me twice."
Li Longyuan calmly asked his question, while Zhao Cheng's expression became more and more frightened, and he just kept saying that His Highness had made a mistake and that he had no idea about it.
"Actually, Zhao Li has been hiding it very well, really well."
For the rebellious minister, the young man did not hesitate to praise him. The first point that exposed the Zhao family was Zhao Xi. She showed no reaction to the words and honors during the succession ceremony of the true king. This made Li Chengqian, who was watching the ceremony, begin to doubt the legitimacy of her bloodline.
Discovering this was purely accidental, because even the Word Spirit Black Sun is not a Word Spirit exclusive to the descendants of the White King. It is only because of its high-risk and rare sequence that it is easier to attract more attention. This alone cannot prove that Zhao Xi is of the White King bloodline.
It's just that Zhao Li ignored it, no, it was just that he didn't know at all that Li Longyuan's word spirit was not the Eye of the Wind King on the surface, but the only word spirit and throne that had appeared in history for thousands of years.
This word spirit has a field effect that can suppress the release of all word spirits except the blood descendants of the White King. Only Li Chengqian and Li Longyuan's ancestors and grandsons know the existence of the word spirit and throne, and they have never been disclosed to the outside world.
It was precisely because of the special nature of this message that Li Chengqian immediately had serious doubts about the Zhao family led by Zhao Li.
"So this situation has been against me from beginning to end, right? Nothing can shake the dominance of the clan over the branch families for thousands of years more than the weakness and incompetence of the clan's successors in full public view."
Li Longyuan's unhurried narration continued to break Zhao Cheng's defenses like a heavy hammer.
"During the succession ceremony of the true king, the Zhao family took the risk of exposing Zhao Xi's bloodline and asked her to challenge me, just because Zhao Li felt that others might not be confident enough to shake my authority."
"I even think that even the Red King was a tool carefully cultivated by you to assassinate the king."
Zhao Cheng's legs began to shake violently like chaff, and he crawled to the ground, trembling and shouting that he didn't dare.
"Of course, I said, this is just personal speculation."
Li Longyuan's tone was still gentle.
"Want to know how I guessed it?"
Zhao Cheng raised his head tremblingly and saw the young man squatting down, with a faint smile on his flawless and handsome face, pouring a glass of wine and passing it to him.
