Near the southwest of the capital city, on the top of a small hill in the winding mountain range, a huge house occupies an entire hilltop, more than a thousand acres, with thousands of households lined up in rows, and they are magnificent.
As the saying goes, the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister can be a concierge here. Mao Sui, who had not studied for a few days, felt that he had to be higher than the seventh-rank official no matter what.
Mao Sui is in her mid-twenties this year. The reason why she became a concierge at such a young age is because of her father.
When Mao Sui's father was young, he followed the only prince with a different surname in the Zhou Dynasty to fight in the north and south. He was the horse breeder who was least noticed. Later, he lost his arm to protect the horse during the war. At night, remembering his loyalty, he let him go. He stayed in the mansion and took up a leisurely job as a concierge.
But no one would have thought that more than seven years ago, an assassin broke into this house and went on a rampage. The lady who loved to smile when everyone met was assassinated.
Mao Sui's father was very honest and felt that it was his fault no matter how much others tried to persuade him. He felt guilty and committed suicide by hanging himself from the door one night. Before his death, he asked his son to continue to look after the house for him.
Using his son's future to atone for his sins caused an uproar in the mansion. Even at night, they tried to persuade him, but they never thought that Mao Sui was more sincere than his father, so he actually became a concierge.
It was already daybreak, so Mao Sui rubbed her eyes and opened the door. As soon as she opened the door, she saw someone sitting on the bluestone steps outside, with a bald man standing next to him. The rising sun was still a bit dazzling.
Mao Sui felt dazzled.
Not because of the bald head, but because of the person sitting.
Mao Sui's first thought was that he was dreaming, and he forgot to open the door.
The creaking sound of the door opening here caused the two people sitting and standing there to turn around. The standing bald man wearing a purple undershirt waved and said, "Brother Xiao Sui."
Mao Sui knew that this was not a dream, so he immediately opened his mouth and stammered: "Four...four...four..."
"Four" went on for a long time with no result, and he waved directly to the old man waving a broom next to him.
It seems that the older gatekeeper has been guarding here longer than Mao Sui's father. It is said that it was the first batch of robes at night when he first entered the battlefield as a centurion. Whether it is true or not cannot be verified. Anyway, this building is closely related to Beijing. The mansion on the top of the mountain, which is almost the same age in the capital city, has been accompanied by this old man day by day.
The old man, who had gotten up early out of habit, was cleaning up his own one-third of an acre of land step by step. He glanced at the fussing Mao Sui, wondering why the child who had grown up in front of him was still so unstable, and stepped forward. Holding the broom, he pushed the mao sui aside, opened the door and saw the two people at the door. He was also shocked and dropped the broom.
"Fourth Master!"
This loud voice attracted the attention of all the servants who were cleaning the house.
As Mao Sui opened the door in a panic, more than a dozen maids and servants sweeping the floor and sprinkling water in the corridor in the courtyard finally saw the person coming, and their expressions were exactly the same.
A bald nun and a white-haired man.
The white-haired man Ye Hongtu was indifferent to the reaction of this group of people, but the bald nun Zi Ru frowned and kicked Mao Sui, who was running over, "What the hell?"
Mao Sui still hesitated, "Fourth uncle, why are you here?"
Ye Hongtu smiled angrily, raised his hand to rub his head, and walked into the house.
Ye Linling, whose Buddhist name is Zilu, was so confused that she cursed, "Idiot, I can't go back to my home yet."
Mao Sui was even more aggrieved. The concierge who had been guarding the Ye family mansion since he was a boy still didn't believe it. He shook his five fingers in a low voice and said, "Seven years."
The result was another mental breakdown.
"Why are monks just doing things?" Seeing Zi Ru entering the house, Mao Sui complained dissatisfiedly, causing the bald nun to raise her arms and shake her fists without looking back, as a threat.
Apparently it was for his first mountain climbing in seven years that Ye Hongtu deliberately asked his old daughter to tidy up, leaning forward and waving to the old concierge.
The childless old man, who had spent his whole life looking after the Ye family's house and nursing home, trembled his lips, but did not say a word. He raised his hand and patted Ye Hongtu's shoulder and turned his face away.
Ye Hongtu knew that it was not appropriate to talk to this old man who was sentimental at this age. He looked around at the people in the courtyard and said with feint anger: "What are you looking at? Do your work."
Just like that incident had not happened seven years ago, the man who was supposed to be the next head of the family was always drinking and laughing and cursing with the servants in this house, without any identity.
The father and daughter walked around in the huge house to a separate courtyard. On the door of the Moon Cave, there were four words embossed in bluestone, Cave Heaven and Blessed Land. The brushstrokes were graceful and round, and there were obvious traces of shaking pen at the end of each word. This was Ye Xiayou's original creation, meaning. For long flowing water.
The wooden courtyard door was slightly ajar, and a foreign maid came out carrying a bucket.
The maid was obviously startled when she saw the two of them, and then saluted, "Fourth Master, Miss."
Ye Hongtu, who was rarely without a wine gourd, had already touched his waist several times along the way. It was the same at this time. He put down his hand angrily, nodded slightly, raised his head towards the other courtyard, and asked: "Are you cleaning?"
The maid bowed her head and said yes.
Ye Hongtu said nothing.
This villa was the original residence of their family in the house. Seven years ago, he went to the mountainside and never came back. On weekdays, the place where he lived the most was Ye Hao Ne. After what happened three years ago, there were still many buildings here. Inhabited.
Thinking that she had offended the other party with her arbitrary cleaning, this maid who was usually bossy among the servants hurriedly knelt down and said in fear: "Young maid knows that Fourth Grandma was very clean when she was alive, and the Second Young Lady was also the same, so she came here to clean up all day long. , I didn’t dare to move anything inside, I just cleaned it.”
After the maid explained, she was supported and she looked up to see a bald nun, while the white-haired master had already left.
"Miss Linling..."
The maid wanted to open her mouth, but Zi Ru comforted her, "It's okay, I didn't say it was your fault."
The original intention was to come back with the old girl to clean up first, but it seemed that there was no need for it at the moment, so Ye Hongtu naturally went directly to the atrium without stopping.
The somewhat rickety man looked at the busy servants in the courtyard with his hands behind his back at night. Ye Yuan, who had always been by his side unless there was any special situation, was not there. He was replaced by four other pawns, including Shu Wuya, Linglong, and Luoyang Niu. Running couple.
As the night fell, he didn't pay attention to this side. Shu Wuya saw it and winked. Obviously, not to mention those servants, even Shu Wuya, who often went to Ye Hongtu for a drink, didn't know that his fourth brother had committed this crime. What's wrong? In the past seven years, even during the New Year holidays, you have never taken the initiative to go up the mountain. Why did you come back today?
Ye Hongtu ignored him and walked to the end of the night.
Ye Hongtu didn't say anything, but Ye Linling stepped forward and called "Grandpa", as emotionlessly as if he was dealing with business matters, and went aside after calling, regardless of whether he would reply as night fell.
As night fell, she immediately put on a smile and didn't care at all about her granddaughter's rude behavior. Even though Zi Ru had given him a slap on the back, she happily responded: "Hey, Linling, I just told your Aunt Zhu to get up." The vegetarian porridge is made with your favorite Leling jujube."
"No need." Naturally, Zi Ru nun, who was still angry because of what happened three years ago, said in an unusually harsh tone. She followed a few other people and said hello to the middle hall.
Seeing Zi Ru, whose tone towards herself and others was obviously different, leaving, the unconcerned Ye Mulin showed unabashed love in her eyes. Seeing her granddaughter, who was not related by blood and would never treat others favorably, disappear, then she turned to look at After seeing Ye Hongtu, all the smiles on his face disappeared, causing the four people next to him to curse that the grandfather and grandson's changing tempers were really similar.
"What's wrong with going up the mountain?" he asked at nightfall.
Without answering his father's question, Ye Hongtu asked: "What have you done for more than half a month, and even Lao Ma doesn't know?"
Obviously, he didn't want to reveal too much about the old monk at this time. As night fell, he avoided the important things and said, "Go and talk to Daoji."
There were no more words after that, and it was not an answer that could be considered an answer.
Seeing that night was approaching, he didn't want to go into details, and Ye Hongtu didn't ask any further questions. He went straight to the point and asked: "The luminous monument was discovered as soon as it was discovered. Why are there so many searches in the nest?"
Ye Mulin, who naturally knew about this mysterious existence, tightened his eyes and asked, "You still interfered with the nest!"
Ye Hongtu looked directly at the hot gaze but said nothing.
The father and son looked at each other like enemies, which made the four soldiers nearby to be more careful. In fact, they were just here to start a fight. They did not dare to let the father and son, who were in the same situation, take action. It would be easy to tear the house apart.
Shu Wuya waved his hand to signal the servants around him to step back, and signaled Niu Ben to stop Ye Hongtu first if there was a sudden change.
He knew that Niu Ben's skills were definitely inferior to that of Niu Ben, but Shu Wuya believed that anyone who was bound by the brute strength of this savage bull would not be able to break free for a while.
Shu Wuya's little thoughts could be guessed from the departure of the servants around him even if he didn't look at them at night. He looked away from Ye Hongtu, looked at Shu Wuya and the others, frowned and shouted: "Get out of here."
The pawn who was adopted since he was a child is naturally very afraid of Ye Mulin, who is like his teacher and father, especially Niu Ben. When he was a child, he was beaten many times because of his slow reaction in martial arts. He just heard Ye Mulin's scolding and just moved. After a few steps, he quickly returned to the original place, his posture was respectful, and Shu Wuya stared angrily at Luoyang.
Nightfall sighed and turned towards Ye Hongtu again, but did not look at him. "The Luminous Monument is the intention of the higher-ups. I don't know what Chao Nest is doing."
Although he was not satisfied with this answer, Ye Hongtu didn't care anymore and said, "Do you think I can still ask for a seat now?"
The four words did not cause Ye Mulin to change his mood, but they startled the four frontmen next to him and took a few steps back. It was easier than being scolded by Ye Mulin.
Although they are personal guards of the family generals, they dare not listen too much when it comes to government affairs.
"What do you think?" Ye Mulin asked.
Ye Hongtu naturally couldn't tell. He had never participated in politics, so how could he say anything about his knowledge?
At the end of the night, he said: "You had thrown away this hat back then, and you couldn't pick it up. How could you get Saner's turn when you're not dead yet? What's more, the treacherous clouds in the middle wave are changing rapidly, and you can't even detect a reliable word. What do you mean? How to ask for it?"
Ye Hongtu thought about the meaning of his words.
As night fell, he paused briefly and added: "The higher-ups have made some big moves this year, but I don't know who they will take action against."
"Asking knowingly." Ye Hongtu saw clearly, "Teng Wuji and Bai Xiaosheng are two literati who cannot stir up trouble. You and Wang Maocai are the most dangerous. Of the two, Wang Maocai is the emperor's uncle, so we can only take action from you."
At nightfall, he looked at his son, who had never spoken to him actively or said such words in these years. He didn't care about the offense in his words and said: "So he was stupid under the protection of the late emperor. With the help of me, he went Knocking on mountains and shaking tigers is certainly powerful, but killing people with borrowed swords is the best."
Obviously, if the following offense reaches the point of killing the Nine Clan, the four people in the group will have their heads lowered.
"Do you want to start with the third update first?"
"uncertain."
"Huh?" Ye Mulin's vague answer puzzled Ye Hongtu.
As night fell, the conversation changed, "On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Penglai Grand View Island came to see me."
"Oh?" Ye Hongtu, who knew more about the world than the temple, raised his eyebrows.
The whereabouts of this sect are erratic, and since it is at sea, its location is even more difficult to determine. It is said that people with ulterior motives once went out to sea in groups to explore, but they could not find out.
Even so, this sect that has been passed down for thousands of years is still highly respected by people in the world, especially some famous families in the world, and they are even more attracted to it, just because its ability to look out for people is top-notch.
The sky is full of admiration, and the earth is magnificent.
Eight words are enough to prove the reputation of this sect.
I don't dare to do business in Xunlong. I can still wait and see how powerful the various sects in the world are.
Therefore, the entry of Daguan Island into the world every five years can interrupt the rise and fall of the entire world in five years.
With such a mysterious sect, it was hard for Ye Hongtu to believe that even though his father, who was a high-ranking man in the temple, had been at the top of the world for a long time when he was young, he could not be connected with it.
"An old friend." Zhizi Mo Ruofu, Ye Mulin could hear Ye Hongtu's suspicion just from his tone.
"Ha." Ye Hongtu sneered, "They are old friends who are always stalking each other."
I was not worried about my son's sarcasm, and continued: "The path that climbed up the Great Zhou Luck Pillar fell on..."
Before nightfall, Ye Hongtu's brows furrowed into the Chinese character "Sichuan" with such a tantalizing showoff.
"It's just speculation now, I won't tell you anymore."
Ye Mulin, who spoke again, did not fill in the sentence, causing Ye Hongtu to sneer.
At the end of the night, he said again: "I don't know if the old immortal Jin was secretly given the opportunity to test me. I had been in and out with him for twenty days in the past few days. But then the more I thought about it, the more something was wrong, so I started chatting with him. Let’s talk. But the hardest thing to guess is the emperor’s thoughts, and I couldn’t get a glimpse of them, so I just fooled him casually.”
Because Ye Mulin had concealed his intention, Ye Hongtu didn't want to talk to him anymore and turned to leave.
"March 3rd." At nightfall, he glanced at his son, who had always been at odds with him since he was a child. "If we don't establish a prince in the eighth year of the Yuan Dynasty, if there is no news about the New Year's Festival this year, Teng Wuji and Bai Xiaosheng will definitely have something to say. I’m getting anxious, hum.”
Before the night fell, Ye Hongtu understood in an instant, "So..."
But as soon as he started, he stopped him with his eyes as night fell, and said quietly: "Just wait and see what happens."
