Mo Yan raised the wine bowl and said boldly: "Come on, come on, let's not go back until we get drunk today!"
Not to be outdone, Baili Fenghuo raised his wine bowl and said with a smile: "As far as I know, Protector Moyan's drinking capacity is still below that of Ye Canghen, but my drinking capacity is above that of Protector Moyan. Hehe! It's not as good as ours today. Let’s compare and see who is the best drinker!”
Wolf Scorpion also picked up the wine bowl, stood up and said, "Okay! Okay! I, Wolf Scorpion, also consider myself a big drinker, so let's compete head-on today!"
"Come - eat the food! Don't worry about them, they adults are drinking, and we kids are responsible for eating the food!"
The adults on the side were comparing their drinking capacity, while Mo Xing was busy picking up food for Xiao Qi.
Seeing that the bowl full of food was about to overflow, Mo Xing was still holding the food for her diligently.
He thought the fried foie gras was good and gave her a piece. She also felt that Mapo Tofu was also very good, so she took another spoonful of it for her.
Thinking again, this plate of cold prawns was quite delicious, so I gave her another prawn. In the end, he didn't forget to give one of his favorite roast duck legs to Xiao Qi.
Looking at his masterpiece, Mo Xing said with great satisfaction: "Xiao Qi, you can eat it, you're welcome!"
Xiao Qi swallowed her saliva and said: "Moxing, you brought me too many vegetables. I...I'm afraid I won't be able to eat so much..."
Mo Xing took two mouthfuls of rice, with two grains of white rice still stuck on his mouth, and said with a smile: "It's okay, you eat more, you are so thin, you will be blown away by the wind!"
On the high-rise building, Ling Yun and Nangong Qi sat across the table. Ling Yun held up the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his hand and looked down at the people chatting happily over wine in the autumn wind.
He couldn't help but sigh: "The Heavenly Demon Sect hasn't been so lively for a long time. People and the moon are reunited. Nangong Qi, don't you think so?"
Nangong Qi obviously hadn't gotten used to his name yet. He was stunned for a moment, then looked up into Ling Yun's eyes and sighed.
Ling Yun smiled slightly and looked into the distance. Among the clouds and mist, a golden moon shyly hid in the clouds, looking forward to its brilliance and it was so beautiful.
After Ye Zhenfeng left the Ye family, the Ye family has undergone earth-shaking changes. Now Ye Shitian has become the head of the Ye family, and no one can compete with him.
With Ye Zhenfeng gone, Ye Shitian no longer has any constraints, and it becomes easier to do things. However, he still has to maintain his gentlemanly side, so he needs to find someone from the Ye family to help with some dirty things in private. He does it.
That person is Ye Aotian.
Ye Aotian had been lying in the Ye family for a long time since his limbs were broken by Ye Zhenfeng. The master of the house had given him meticulous care. He not only drove away Ye Zhenfeng, but also specially invited a miracle doctor to heal him.
His hands and feet were barely saved, but he still needed to rest quietly for a while.
Although Ye Lixin and Ye Ran were ready to make a move, they couldn't make any trouble without Ye Aotian taking the lead.
On this day, Ye Aotian was basking in the sun at the stone table in the small courtyard. He was sitting in the wheelchair given to him by Ye Shitian, admiring the golden osmanthus flowers falling all over the garden, and tasting the osmanthus cake in his hand, a little absent-mindedly.
It's funny, the wheelchair he is sitting in was the same one used by Ye Shitian back then. He often laughed at him for being disabled, but now the disabled person has become himself.
If Ye Shitian, the master of the family, hadn't given up on him these days, with his current status, he might have become an abandoned son, and he couldn't help but start to slowly change his mind towards Ye Shitian.
The sun shines through the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and the sweet-scented osmanthus is like
The rain fell from time to time with the wind, and the courtyard was suddenly filled with the fragrance of osmanthus. In the quiet courtyard, there was suddenly the sound of gentle footsteps.
Ye Aotian closed his eyes slightly and said lazily: "Didn't I ask you not to come in and disturb my rest?"
He thought that the maid who was serving him was ignorant, so he barged in again.
"Hahaha! Mr. Aotian is so elegant!"
Ye Aotian was startled and hurriedly opened his eyes, only to see a woman holding a long sword walking in front of him. She was wearing a purple-black dress that was swaying gently in the wind.
Her long hair was tied up high and fluttering in the wind, and the silver beads on her long hair exuded tiny rays of light.
Her face was covered with a layer of purple-black gauze, which swayed gently in the wind, like a wisp of smoke covering her shy face.
She stretched out her slender jade hand, caught a slowly falling sweet-scented osmanthus, put it in her hand and crushed it gently, her eyes falling on Ye Aotian.
Ye Aotian felt his eyes light up. He saw a girl who was elegant, refined, and cold and arrogant. There was actually a faint scent of roses floating around her body.
He frowned slightly and said, "Who are you? Are you... a descendant of the Ye family? Why have I never seen you before?"
Ye Aotian's eyes were on the top of his head, and he bullied many of the male disciples of the Ye family.
As for the female disciples of the Ye family, he rarely paid attention to them. Besides, there were many female disciples of the Ye family, so even if he had seen them, he might not be able to remember them.
However, if he had seen such a charming and charming beauty in front of him, he should have never forgotten her. If she was not from the Ye family, how could she appear in the Ye family?
The girl chuckled lightly, and then said: "My name is Zi Yuan, and I am not from your Ye family."
"Zi... Yuan... the girl's name is really nice!" Ye Aotian straightened his back slightly, trying to make himself look less embarrassed.
Zi Yuan said: "Young Master Aotian, I am here to tell you about your father's death."
"My...my father's death?"
"Yes, you have always had a doubt in your mind about who killed your father. Now I am here to tell you who killed your father."
"Who? Who killed my father?" Ye Aotian stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, saying angrily.
Ziyuan took out a golden post from her arms and flew over.
Ye Aotian hurriedly reached out to catch it, opened it, and saw that it read - Ye Zhaoting.
His hands couldn't help but tremble slightly, sadness filled his heart, and his eyes turned slightly red.
Zi Yuan said slowly: "The death of Yama Luo Palace, Ye Long's funeral notice. Ye Long Pavilion was ordered to kill your father, and the employer is——"
Ye Shitian? Ye Aotian muttered three words silently in his heart. He had always suspected that his father was killed by Ye Shitian, so he hated Ye Shitian so much before.
Unexpectedly, another name came to my ears.
"Ye - Ying - Hui!" Zi Yuan said every word.
Ye Aotian couldn't help but trembled, his eyes widened, and the Yelong funeral note in his hand slowly fell to the ground.
A gust of wind blew by, lifting up dense yellow osmanthus flowers all over the ground.
He never thought that the person who killed his father would be his third uncle Ye Yinghui. He felt thunderous and said in disbelief: "How is it possible? How could he hire a murderer to kill someone?"
Zi Yuan sneered and said: "Master Aotian, don't you believe it?"
"Now that he is dead,
There is no proof, how can I believe what you say? "
Zi Yuan's eyes narrowed and she said: "You can completely believe what I say, because the killer sent out by Yelong Pavilion that day was me!"
"Is it you? Did you kill my father?"
"Yes, I killed him, using the Ice Rose Sword in my hand now."
Zi Yuan reached out and raised the Ice Rose Sword and said:
"This sword has a unique fragrance of roses, and this fragrance will also be left on the body of the deceased. Mr. Aotian, there is no need for me to lie to you. It was really your third uncle Ye Yinghui who hired murderers to do this. The great master, but unfortunately it didn’t work out as he wished in the end.”
"Ye Longyuan finally handed over the position of master of the family to a cripple. He originally thought that Ye Shitian's legs were disabled and he had no ability to compete with him for the position of master. Unexpectedly, God's will played a trick on people, and Ye Shitian's legs Later, it miraculously healed. That was the whole thing."
Ye Aotian's bandaged hands made a crackling sound. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
Zi Yuan said: "If you want to avenge your father, you can come to Yelong Pavilion to find me in the future."
After Zi Yuan finished speaking, she turned around and left.
Ye Aotian raised a pair of red eyes, looked at Zi Yuan's back, and asked: "Why...why are you telling me this?"
Zi Yuan smiled coldly, and then said: "Yelong Pavilion is not going to betray its employer. I just don't want you, Mr. Aotian, to be kept in the dark all your life. Anyway, Ye Yinghui is dead now, so I won't tell you." What."
After Zi Yuan finished speaking, she carried the Ice Rose Sword, flew up to the roof, and walked away under the golden osmanthus flowers in the sky.
"Purple Kite..."
For some reason, Ye Aotian couldn't feel any hatred towards the murderer of his father.
In his heart, the person who killed his father was Ye Yinghui.
Ziyuan is just a cold-blooded killer from Yelong Pavilion. Even if it wasn't her, as long as Ye Yinghui hires a murderer, Yelong Pavilion will send another killer to perform the task.
In the whole thing, Ziyuan is just a killing tool.
He actually felt a little moved towards this cold-blooded killer.
In this autumn filled with sweet-scented osmanthus and warm sunny morning, he met the only woman who made his heart beat.
It's just that this woman happened to be the one who killed his father. It was really God's will.
Why do you want him to have feelings for such a woman? Why did such a woman come into his heart?
He had never even seen her true face, but he was deeply attracted to her.
After leaving Ye's house, there was a man wearing a golden cloak standing on the hillside not far away. He was tall and tall, with long hair like water, and a golden mask on his head. He was none other than Xiao Mingye.
"Zi Yuan, have you finished your task?"
"Yes, Zi Yuan has already done it. But Zi Yuan doesn't know why the Pavilion Master wants Zi Yuan to tell Ye Aotian all this?"
Xiao Mingye said: "This person is useful to me, you just need to follow the rules, there is no need to ask anything else."
"yes."
"Next, just follow me, we are going to carry out an assassination mission."
"Assassination mission? Zi Yuan doesn't know, who can actually send the Pavilion Master to assassinate him personally?"
"Hmph! This man is very strong. There is no one in the world who can be his opponent. Therefore, I have dispatched three hundred killers from Yelong Pavilion to assassinate him."
