Zhang Qishan smiled and said nothing.

it is more than words.

Cong Ye: "I wish you success."

Although he felt that Zhang Qishan would definitely succeed, he did not need his blessing at all.

After all, Zhang Qishan holds the barrel of a gun in his hand.

In this era, nothing is as important as holding the barrel of a gun in your hand.

Of course, he is also very powerful as he holds the chat group in his hand.

Cong also smiled.

Zhang Qishan suddenly laughed when he looked at him and raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you are very happy that I have entered the Nine Sects?"

Cong Ye: "..."

Which eye did you see?

Am I happy for my awesomeness, okay?

Cong Ye's speechlessness may have been too obvious.

Although he didn't say a word, his eyes fully revealed his emotions.

Zhang Qishan couldn't help but laugh.

The boy in front of me is indeed cute.

He is so arrogant when he bites people, he is very well-behaved when he is eating, and he is also very cute when he is complaining in his heart.

Cong ignored him and continued to deal with the food.

Send one dish after another into his belly for reunion.

After a full meal, Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan said goodbye at the east gate of Yulou.

As soon as Zhang Qishan's back disappeared, he returned to Yuloudong, packed a few dishes and put them in [My Collection], bought some things on the street, and Cong returned to Hongfu.

……

The world is full of turbulence, especially in this era of heavy smoke.

The city of Changsha changed from one dynasty to another.

The name Zuo Qianzhi gradually disappeared from people's mouths, replaced by the three characters Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan broke into the upper echelons of Changsha City with a tough and ruthless attitude, making his name deeply rooted in this place for decades.

Not long after the new year, Cong became one year older, and Zhang Qishan also did something big.

What he said in the private room of Dongdu Tea House came true.

He replaced the original person and became the head of the Nine Sects.

Zhang Qishan is so sharp that no one among the nine sects can compete with him.

The huge Zhang Mansion was also established within one year.

The courtyard of Hongfu is full of the charm of a Jiangnan courtyard. Several meandering streams are cut out in the front yard, bypassing the green peak rockery, and large areas of Xifu Begonia, February Red’s favorite, are planted.

Even in the harsh winter, it has not withered, which shows the care of those who take care of it.

Cong Ye carried a kettle and watered the blossoming Xifu crabapples.

The person is still holding the kettle, but his heart has already flown to the group.

[Cong Ye]: "@海棠花雨人haggard. Thank you to Sister Flower God for the potion. Begonia flower successfully survived the cold winter!"

[Begonia flowers fall and people are haggard]: "We are all flower lovers, so you're welcome."

Cong couldn't help but sigh, he was worthy of being the God of Flowers. When he talked about the flowers, they sounded soft and soft, which made him feel comfortable.

after awhile.

[Begonia flowers fall and people are haggard]: "@Cong Ye, do you still have the flower cake from last time?"

Cong Ye: "..."

It was born from the same root, so why is it too anxious.

[Cong Ye]: "Yes, I will send it privately to Sister Flora later."

[Begonia flowers fall and people are haggard]: "Thank you very much, brother."

[Lin Daiyu pulls up the weeping willow upside down]: "Tsk."

Cong Ye: "..."

When Lin Daiyu spoke, he never spoke easily to avoid being slandered by Lin Dao.

[Huang Rong, the best at beating dogs]: "@ Cong Ye, do you still have fried chicken? Brother Jing really likes fried chicken."

[Lin Daiyu pulls up the weeping willow upside down]: "Tsk."

[Cong Ye]: "I'll send it to you privately tomorrow."

[Huang Rong is the best at beating dogs]: "Wow, thank you, brother."

[Lin Daiyu holds the weeping willow upside down]: "Tsk."

Cong also decisively went offline.

Hearing Daiyu's "tsk" too many times made her feel as if she was scratching her heart.

Moreover, if he doesn't go offline, there will definitely be another bloody storm in the group.

Although the final result was that Lin Yutong came home victorious, the tragic situation of the others was also unbearable to look at.

"It's really strange. It's you who take care of these crabapples so that they can survive the cold winter."

Er Erhong was wearing a bright satin robe embroidered with gold peony patterns and a black mink cloak. She had a slender figure and walked towards her with a smile on her lips.

Of course, the potion given by the Flower God himself can still feed these flowers?

Cong also put down the kettle and asked:

"Master didn't go to the pear garden today?"

Most of the guests in the Liyuan go there for the name of February Red.

February Red usually doesn't miss the opera show.

Today, Cong can also see February Red at this time, which proves that February Red did not go to the pear garden at all.

"I have something urgent to do today."

Er Erhong looked more serious, and he told Cong Ye: "Go change clothes later and go to the banquet with the master."

Cong Ye's robe was stained with morning dew, and the hem was splattered with mud. He definitely couldn't wear it when going out.

Cong Ye nodded and asked curiously: "What kind of banquet is it?"

Er Erhong has now completely taken over everything in the Hong Mansion, so a banquet that Er Er Hong can attend in person must be extraordinary.

Er Erhong glanced at him sideways: "Zhang Qishan, your good friend, invited Jiumen to the banquet."

Zhang Qishan is now at the height of his power in Changsha City and has become the leader of the Nine Sects. Since he has invited him, how can the people of the Nine Sects not give him face?

Er Erhong was not willing to kill Zhang Qishan at first, but she did not necessarily appreciate Zhang Qishan.

Er Erhong didn't have a good impression of this thoughtful politician who was close to Cong Ye.

Cong also heard the strangeness in his master's tone, and he was used to it: "Then I'll go change clothes."

"..."

Er Erhong's eye knife was thrown into the air.

He wanted Cong Ye to stay away from Zhang Qishan, but he was also worried that Cong Ye would think he was in charge of him, and a rift would arise between master and disciple.

After all, as the children get older, the details need to be taken into consideration.

Er Erhong sighed sadly.

Cong Ye's clothes were all bought by the maids in the house, and the maids in the house all had aesthetics close to February Red.

The red clothes in February are colorful and colorful.

Therefore, Cong Ye's clothes are also all in bright colors.

He once thought about changing into a more mature color, but he felt that this was a lack of confidence in his handsomeness.

Even if he is wearing a sack, he is still handsome, let alone in a mere color?

He can control it!

However, when he reached into the closet, he still chose a moon-white robe with silver threads and dark patterns.

He couldn't dominate Zhang Qishan's banquet, so he should be the one dressed in conspicuous clothes.

In the car, Chen Pi was sitting in the passenger seat, one arm resting on the window.

When two familiar figures appeared outside the car window, he slightly raised the corners of his lips.

Cong followed Er Erhong into the car, sat down, and looked up to see Chen Pi in the passenger seat.

Chen Pi was dressed as if he had just finished work at the dock, and he had never changed the linen bag around his waist.

Cong also fell into silence.

It seemed like he and Er Erhong were crowding out Chen Pi.

Chen Pi made a lot of money at the dock. He was really not short of money, but he also really didn't like to deal with himself.

The car started moving, and the street scene of Changsha was reflected in Cong Ye's pupils.

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