Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

"Why did you come back so late?"

Mr. Hong has strict tutoring.

Not only is it reflected in Er Erhong, it will also affect Cong Ye and Chen Pi.

Chen Pi took a step forward, slightly blocking most of Cong Ye's body, and explained:

"We went outside to eat a bowl of noodles, but we didn't notice that it was getting late."

Mr. Hong's serious face revealed his inviolable majesty, and he warned in a deep voice:

"The things outside are not as clean as at home, so don't go out to eat in the future."

Cong Ye and Chen Pi should be at the same time.

Mr. Hong nodded and warned: "Go back and rest early."

After Cong Ye and Chen Pi nodded, they walked towards the small building where they lived alone.

Without looking back, you can still feel Master Hong's oppressive gaze pressing firmly on his and Chen Pi's backs.

Cong Ye thought of Zhang Qishan inexplicably.

Mr. Hong is indeed a bit weird lately, and the man with the tattoo on his face in the yard just now...

"It's none of your business."

Chen Pi's voice suddenly interrupted Cong Ye's thoughts.

Cong Ye turned to look at Chen Pi.

Chen Pi stared at the dark path in front of him. The dots of light in his black pupils were reminiscent of the cold light reflected from the sword when he drew it, showing his sharp edge.

"Why does it have nothing to do with me?"

Cong Ye asked back.

He is also a member of the Red Mansion.

Although Mr. Hong is strict, he still gives him red envelopes every New Year and festival.

Mr. Hong also guided Yueerhong in his martial arts study when he was busy.

Er Erhong was a very good master to him.

No matter what, Cong will not turn a blind eye to the affairs of the Hong Mansion.

Cong Ye seemed to hear Chen Pi sighing, but it seemed like it was just his imagination.

Because it is impossible for Chen Pi to sigh, he will get rid of anyone and anything that makes him unhappy.

"You eat well and drink well. Don't worry about the affairs of the house. You don't have to worry about it."

What Chen Pi said was quite rude.

If Cong Ye was petty, he must have thought that Chen Pi wanted to monopolize the Hong Mansion's financial rights in the future.

But Cong was not interested in any of these.

He didn't even bother to go on stage when singing, and tried every possible means to delay it, let alone manage such a large Hongfu and business.

He was happy to have all the dried tangerine peels.

He's not short of money anyway.

Cong also looked at Chen Pi in the darkness.

His keen intuition told him that Chen Pi might know something about Mr. Hong.

How about asking the master tomorrow?

Cong Ye thought to himself.

In short, he definitely couldn't pry Chen Pi's mouth open.

……

A handsome face was reflected in the bronze mirror.

Er Erhong squinted her eyes and drew her eyebrows carefully.

The boy beside him reported through the bead curtain:

"Second Master, Master Cong is here."

After Er Yuehong took over most of the ancestral property of Hong Mansion, everyone in the street called him Second Master.

Knowing that Er Erhong loved Cong Ye, calling him by his first name seemed disrespectful to the second master, so his subordinates also called Cong Ye "young master".

"It's strange. A while ago, I only wanted to come here with the Huo girl. Why did you come here on your own initiative today?"

Er Erhong made a confused sound, but the corners of her eyes and brows still showed a warm smile because of Cong Ye's arrival.

Before long, the sound of Cong Ye's footsteps clearly reached Er Erhong's ears.

At the same time, Kunlun Daji jumped off Cong Ye's arms and lightly jumped onto Er Erhong's shoulders.

Er Erhong raised her hand, and Daji nuzzled his palm with her head very spiritually.

"Why are you willing to come here?"

Er Erhong looked at Cong Ye and asked.

Cong also smiled, and the boy next to him moved a stool for him with great insight. He sat next to Er Erhong and explained:

"Daji missed her master, so I brought her here."

Daji has climbed into Er Erhong's arms, enjoying Er Erhong's gentle touch.

Er Erhong raised her eyebrows and said in a long voice: "Oh~ Really?"

bother you for something.

This sentence is perfect to describe Cong.

After all, Yue Erhong had been with her little apprentice for six years. How could she not know his little apprentice's temperament?

Er Erhong always dotes on Cong Ye, so Cong Ye doesn't hesitate for too long in front of Er Er Hong.

Cong couldn't hold it back and expressed his doubts:

"Master, are you handling all the affairs of the Hong Mansion?"

Does Er Er Hong know what Master Hong is doing?

This question came up strangely, but Er Erhong still told the truth: "Although I am handling most of the things, there are still some matters involving politics that are handled by my father."

After finishing speaking, he added: "You know, I don't like the intrigues in official circles."

He can't do anything to flatter others.

Cong also nodded, thoughtfully.

So, what Mr. Hong is doing has something to do with officialdom?

Thinking of Zhang Qishan's military uniform, Cong seemed to have caught a little bit of his tail.

"Why do you ask that all of a sudden?"

Er Erhong touched Cong Ye's fluffy and soft hair.

Cong Ye immediately glanced at Er Erhong's hand with very dissatisfied eyes.

He is 14 years old, how can he still touch his head?

Er Erhong apologized obediently: "Master was wrong."

But next time I have to scratch my head.

Er Erhong said this not long ago.

Admit mistakes but don't change them.

February Hong is quite stubborn in this regard.

Cong Ye pursed his lips, and after complaining about Er Erhong's behavior in his mind, he returned his attention to business and answered Er Er Hong's question:

"I saw a strange man in the yard a few days ago. He was dressed in black and had a tattoo on his cheek. He ran away when he saw Chen Pi and me. He seemed to know the terrain and layout of Hong Mansion very well."

Er Erhong saw his little expression, and a smile flashed in her eyes. But when she heard Cong Ye's words behind her, her smile disappeared, her brows furrowed slightly, and doubts took over her eyes again.

"I really don't know about this matter. I will ask my father when I return home tonight."

Er Erhong knew her father's character in her heart.

Be arbitrary and domineering, and tell the truth.

Maybe even if I ask tonight, there may not be any results.

He still comforted Cong Ye: "Don't worry too much, I'm here."

As long as he is here, nothing will happen to Hong Mansion, let alone Cong Ye.

Cong Ye felt warm in his heart, relaxed his brows, and showed his white teeth: "Yeah."

Er Erhong also relaxed her brows, stood up to put on her costume, and said to Cong Ye:

"Come on, let's go to the private room to watch the show later. You will be on stage after all."

"When I can't sing anymore, you will come and take over my class."

After hearing this, Cong also smiled and reminded his master: "Master, you are only eight years older than me."

The implication is that when Er Erhong can no longer sing, he has become an old man...

wrong.

Cong Ye's smile froze.

Helplessness appeared in his eyebrows.

He will never grow old or die.

He has the spiritual blood of Nuwa.

Er Erhong touched the pearls on her head and face, but her hands stopped because of Cong Ye's words.

When he thought about it carefully, he seemed to be eight years older than Cong Ye.

He had always regarded himself as an elder and had forgotten that the age difference between him and Cong Ye was not an exaggeration.

"Once a teacher, always a father, don't make excuses for laziness."

Er Erhong was stunned for only a moment before adding.

Cong Ye rarely refuted him and nodded silently: "Okay, when the master stops singing, I will go on stage to take over the master's place."

He is Er Erhong's apprentice.

These things are his responsibility.

Er Erhong glanced at him in surprise and smiled happily:

"grown up."

Cong Ye: "..."

He respects his teachers.

Watching Yue Erhong take the stage, Cong stayed in the box and listened to the play all day.

February Red only sings twice, one at the beginning and one at the end, and the middle part is sung by the remaining people in the Liyuan.