Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

"Master, what are you thinking?"

Cong Ye looked at Er Erhong with melancholy eyes in the mirror and asked aloud.

Er Erhong, wearing a costume, shook her head and raised the corners of her mouth: "It's nothing."

He returned to Hongfu but did not take off his costume.

Cong also guessed some of Master Hong's plans, and gently placed his hand on Er Erhong's head and face: "It's a little heavy on the head and face, I'll take it off for Master."

Er Erhong pressed her hand on Cong Ye's hand, stopping Cong Ye's movements.

Cong Ye looked over with doubtful eyes.

Er Er Hong paused and explained: "There is still one scene left to sing."

Cong Ye let go of his hand and asked curiously: "Will the next scene be sung in the house?"

He turned around and sat on the dressing table.

Er Yuehong turned a blind eye to such unruly actions, as if she didn't feel that Cong Ye had done anything rude.

Er Erhong did not answer Cong Ye's question, but asked:

"Have you ever gotten along with Zhang Qishan... do you think he is a good person?"

His pupils moved upward, showing a faint look of confusion.

His father asked him to kill Zhang Qishan.

But his father colluded with the traitor Zuo Qianzhi, and Zhang Qishan was Zuo Qianzhi’s enemy...

"I haven't gotten along with him much, but he is definitely a better person than that traitor Zuo Qianzhi."

Cong Ye rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

The sigh that flowed from Er Er's lips was so soft that it seemed as if she had not made any sound from the beginning to the end.

He stood up, the steps on his head swaying slightly.

"There's something going on in the front hall tonight, so don't go there and go to bed early."

He raised his hand and wanted to rub Cong Ye's head, but Cong Ye deftly avoided it.

Er Erhong looked at her empty palm and showed her first sincere smile tonight.

"Okay, it's my turn to appear in this play."

Er Erhong glanced at Cong Ye, turned around and disappeared into the room.

Cong Ye shook his head with emotion and sat in front of the dressing table.

Choosing between the feelings of family and her biological father is extremely painful for Er Erhong.

Therefore, it was up to him to eliminate Er Erhong's worries.

Cong Ye patted the non-existent dust on his body, got up and walked towards the kitchen.

……

"I was looking at the mountain scenery from the city tower, and I heard the chaos outside the city."

"The flag was fluttering and the shadow was flying, but it turned out to be soldiers sent by Sima."

"I also ordered people to inquire about Sima leading his troops to the west."

"Firstly, Ma Di was clueless and ignorant, secondly, the generals were at odds and lost my street pavilion..."

Er Erhong's voice is charming and tactful when she plays the drunken concubine, sad and sad when she plays Farewell My Concubine, and is equally clear and cheerful when she plays Zhuge Liang, whom he is not proficient in.

He is worthy of being a famous character in Changsha City.

Zhang Qishan thought lightly as he looked at the people on the stage in front of him.

Even a layman like him, who knew nothing about opera listening, could still sense some of it.

His peripheral vision fell on Zuo Qianzhi beside him, and his lowered eyes concealed a bit of coldness.

"This "Empty City Strategy" is wonderfully sung! He is worthy of being the son of the red class leader!"

Zuo Qianzhi took a sip of tea and exchanged glances with Mr. Hong sitting next to him.

Mr. Hong said humbly: "What the hell, Sir Zuo is so complimentary."

When Mr. Hong was young, he was also a famous actor in Changsha City.

Now that this title has fallen on his son Er Yuehong, it can't be considered as a disgrace to the lintel of the Liyuan family that has been established for generations.

There was a knock on the door.

Mr. Hong smiled and said: "It seems that the person who serves the food has arrived."

"come in!"

Mr. Hong shouted towards the door.

When he saw the person coming, his eyes paused and the smile on his lips froze.

On the stage, Er Yuehong's pupils dilated, her steps stopped unconsciously, and the drama in her mouth stopped.

"what happened?"

Zuo Qianzhi saw Master Hong's expression change in his eyes and turned to look at the door.

He saw a young man holding a porcelain plate.

The figure and appearance are as exquisite as those drawn with ink.

"Who is this?"

Zuo Qianzhi immediately guessed that this person was definitely not a simple servant of the Hong Mansion.

Mr. Hong frowned and his smile was a little forced: "This is Quan Zi's little apprentice, his name is Cong Ye."

He scolded Cong Ye softly: "No matter how big or small, there are distinguished guests in the house today, and you are still messing around!"

He secretly winked at Cong Ye and signaled Cong Ye to leave quickly.

Cong Ye walked forward with a smile and turned a blind eye: "I'm not messing around, I'm here to deliver food!"

Mr. Hong was so angry that he glared at him several times.

The eyes of the four people in the room fell on Cong Ye, with different emotions in their eyes.

Master Hong was uneasy, Er Yuehong was worried, Zhang Qishan was secretly looking forward to it, Zuo Qianzhi...

Even though he knew that Cong could come in and must have passed the body search and inspection by the soldiers outside the door, Zuo Qianzhi still had wariness hidden in his eyes.

Cong Ye placed the porcelain plate with an iron cover in front of Zuo Qianzhi's eyes and looked at Mr. Hong with some pride:

"This is a dish I specially prepared."

Zuo Qianzhi was aroused by his words.

He glanced at the livid Master Hong with interest. It seemed that this was not Master Hong's arrangement. His eyes returned to Cong Ye again:

"Oh? What dish?"

Cong Ye said mysteriously: "Please open it yourself."

He moved the porcelain plate closer to Zuo Qianzhi.

Zuo Qianzhi's eyes lingered on his face.

The small pear dimple on Cong Ye's cheek made people less wary.

Zuo Qianzhi stretched out his hand and gently opened the iron cover.

A flash of green lightning flashed before everyone's eyes.

No.

That's not lightning.

is a snake.

It's just that the speed is too fast, like a flash of lightning.

At this time, the snake that attacked Zuo Qianzhi was raising its head high, spitting out snake letters, and climbing on the ground.

Cong Ye grabbed Zuo Qianzhi's collar and stuffed the rag into Zuo Qianzhi's mouth.

Until he was completely speechless.

The blood overflowing from the two small blood holes in his tiger's mouth slowly turned black.

The poison quickly spread to his entire arm.

Emerald pythons are incredibly venomous.

In the 21st century, people still have no way to deal with the venom of this snake, let alone in this era of backward medical standards.

Zuo Qianzhi's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes as he stared at Cong Ye.

Cong also clapped his hands and warned: "You'd better calm down. The more excited you are, the faster the toxin will spread."

Zuo Qianzhi stopped struggling, his eyes filled with fear of death.

Master Hong came to his senses, looked at Cong Ye, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Er Erhong stepped down and stood in front of Cong Ye.

Although he didn't know what Cong Ye was going to do, he knew that Zuo Qianzhi should be killed and Cong Ye should be protected by him.

"Kill the traitor."

Cong Ye looked at Mr. Hong with no unnecessary expression on his face.

"Do you know what will happen if you kill him?"

Mr. Hong tried his best to stay calm, but his hands hanging on both sides of his thighs were still trembling with anger.

"I didn't kill him, he was bitten by the snake himself."

Cong Ye looked innocent.

Mr. Hong’s widened pupils were filled with shock.

Cong Ye squatted down and stretched out his hand close to the ground. The extremely aggressive emerald green snake climbed onto his wrist.

The emerald python snaked and crawled, followed the arm to Cong Ye's shoulder, its pointed head gently rubbed Cong Ye's cheek, and a pair of golden vertical pupils looked at Mr. Hong in front of Cong Ye.

It spat out the snake's tongue and revealed its sharp fangs.

A silent signal of danger.

Zhang Qishan leaned on the chair, with an unconcealable smile in his voice:

"So this is the way you arranged Zuo Qianzhi's death."