Silver Moon Halberd

Ye Zhenge went back to Shenxiang Pavilion first, and when he entered the courtyard, Xi Xiu was wandering in the verandah, obviously relieved to see him come back safely.

Walking to the side of the other party, seeing that he was only wearing a single shirt, Ye Zhenge touched his arm and said, "Isn't it cold? Come in."

Without moving, Xi Xiu looked down at Ye Zhenge's other hand, which was holding a damp fan, the surface of the fan was so wrinkled that it would be difficult to show it to others even if it dried in the sun.

Ye Zhenge couldn't help tightening his fingers, and said apologetically, "I was not careful—"

"It's okay," interrupting his explanation, Xi Xiu said lightly, "I used to think that Shen Chuxing was full of muddled words, but now I realize that those words sound ridiculous but they are true. You and I are just two kinds of people. Not only do you own too many things, but you also have too many things in your heart, what is a fan worth?"

"Are you blaming me?" The palm slipped from his arm little by little, and Ye Zhenge took his hand.

Breaking free from the shackles effortlessly, Xi Xiu shook her head and said, "I am the one who willingly followed you out of the valley, and I can only blame myself for being stupid and blind." After saying this, she turned and went back to the house.

Seeing that the door was closed, Ye Zhenge stepped forward slowly, and said through the door: "I was really happy when you gave me this fan. I'm sorry, but I didn't keep it properly... Now I need to go to my father. Come back, we can talk about something when I come back, okay?" Jingli didn't hear anything for a while, and he turned to the next door helplessly.

Carefully placing the paper fan in a ventilated place, Ye Zhenge opened the cabinet, took off the water-blue silk shirt and put on a very cumbersome set of clothes. There were three layers inside and outside, dark gray, light gray, and silver gray in descending order. Narrower and wider, the hem of the outer robe almost drags the floor.The hair rope on the top of the head is also replaced by a lotus jade crown, which is crystal clear and flawless.

After changing his clothes, Ye Zhenge went out of the house and called out, "Dong Rui."

The door of the west wing opened, and the woman came in small steps, blessed her body with low eyebrows, and said, "What is the young master's order?"

Since Ye Zhenge was 15 years old, the maidservants around him have been changed every three years. They have taken good care of young master Ye's daily life. It's hard to escape Ye Qing's eyes and ears.

"You send some refreshments to Mr. Xi's room, and then ask the cook to cook a cup of Yuzhu lean meat soup for dinner." Ye Zhenge walked down the steps after the instruction.

At this time, a bean-sized raindrop suddenly fell on the ground, and in less than a blink of an eye, the rainwater poured down like a waterfall.

Seeing this, Dong Rui hurriedly fetched an umbrella and put it in front of him: "Young master, if you want to go out, ask your servant to call the bearer."

"No need." Ye Zhenge took the umbrella and Shi Shi walked under the rain.

The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella surface was hurried and messy, but it sounded like a beautiful piece of music to his ears.

Amorous rain, soft wind, lively grass leaves behind the hazy rain, naughty flowers, all creatures are colorful.He appreciates with his eyes, listens with his ears, smells with his nose, and uses all to feel the splendor of life.

Smiling and stretching his hand out of the umbrella, Ye Zhenge poured the rainwater into his lips and took a sip. It was sweet and refreshing, refreshing his heart and spleen.

He couldn't help closing his eyes, and gradually, only the heartbeat intertwined with the sound of falling raindrops remained in the world, as if the shock of the beginning of the universe, strong and warm, beautiful and magical.

If you can go on like this all the time, what regrets do you have in life?But every journey has its end point.

Reluctantly put away the umbrella, Ye Zhenge opened the bamboo curtain and walked into the house, one step, two steps, three steps... seven steps, eight steps, nine steps, counting the steps with his eyes down, he stopped within ten steps He touched his knees to the ground, kowtowed deeply and said, "I pay homage to my father with my bow."

"Do you know what's wrong with you." It was a young voice, neither too fast nor too slow, neither soft nor heavy; it was a familiar voice, if one ignored the coldness, it would be very much like Ye Zhenge.Even Feng Jing can't deny that even though the appearance and temperament are very different, the voice still stubbornly maintains the blood relationship between the father and son.

Ye Zhenge kept kneeling and worshiping, and said slowly: "Crime [-]: Involving Wuyoufang to arouse suspicion. Crime [-]: Mobilizing teachers and mobilizing people, exchanging three thousand stones of grain for blueprints. Crime [-]: Going to Tongliang without permission. Crime [-], Leaking his whereabouts will alarm the Wulin League. The child knows his mistake, please forgive me, father."

"I miss you for the Ye family, I will not pursue the first two items, but you ignored the warning and broke your promise at the age of 16, and went to Tongliang privately. At that time, I understand that you have a strong relationship with Feng Yanying, and I want to send her for the last time. , didn’t punish you severely, but you failed me, making the same mistake again and again.”

"The child didn't intend to offend his father's majesty, but he was wrongly loved by his uncle, and he has been thinking about it for many years—"

"Looked up."

With a slight tremor of his body, Ye Zhenge straightened his back stiffly. What blocked his sight was a glazed screen, and through the elegant auspicious patterns, the figure sitting behind him could be faintly seen.He quietly held his breath, for fear that the breath he exhaled would knock down the screen, making him have to face the face in his memory.

Five years, Ye Zhenge has not faced Ye Qing directly for five years.

"Say what you just said again." Ye Qing's voice was cold and calm.

Ye Zhenge's expression was equally cold and calm: "The boy didn't intend to offend his father's dignity, but he was wrongly loved by his uncle. He has been thinking about it for many years. The boy has nothing to repay. He can only apologize to his uncle. Ye Zhenge is not worthy to be his nephew."

"The last sentence of your words is pertinent. Since giving birth to you, Feng Yuan's body has been getting weaker and weaker. Without you, she would not have died early. Although Feng Yanying was born weak, if it weren't for you, she might still be able to live for a few more days. When Feng Jing sees you, he will think of his beloved sister and beloved daughter; you know that you are so biased against him, and you want him to be more sad and shorten his life. You are really not worthy of being a nephew."

Ye Zhenge remained silent, as if he had turned into a sculpture.

"You are not worthy of being a nephew, and you are not worthy of being a son of man. Who gave you this life, provided you with food and clothing, and cultivated you carefully? How do you repay it?"

Slowly bowing his head, Ye Zhenge said softly: "The child knows his mistake, please punish him."

"Do you still remember what I told you outside the Tianshui cave?"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Zhenge seemed to return to the dark cave in an instant.

Exactly how many days have passed, he was finally blurred, when he felt the long-lost sunshine with Shen Chuxing on his back, a very familiar voice sounded beside his ears...

"If you give up halfway like them, no one will be able to save you." Ye Zhenge repeated softly.

"I thought you had forgotten this sentence long ago." Ye Qing smiled faintly, "I can't understand how you want to see Feng Jing. It's human nature for you to shrink back. If you feel timid, Just hand over this matter to Shen Chuxing or Chi Qianli to take over."

With a sinking heart, Ye Zhenge hurriedly said: "Shen Chuxing does things regardless of the consequences, and Chi Qianli is too foresight, how can the two of them take on this important task? When I walked out of the Tianshui cave back then, I made up my mind. My name is Ye Naiye The descendants of the family, the blood of the father flows through their bodies, and they all depend on the father for their fine clothes and food. The kindness of the father's birth and nurturing is as heavy as a mountain, please allow me to repay your kindness!"

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed his head with all his strength, and repeated in his mouth: "I have no intention of retreating! I beg you to do it, I beg you to do it..."

Even if it was his own flesh and blood kneeling in front of him, Ye Qing didn't show any mercy, because this flesh and blood was born of a woman he hated, and had a similar appearance to the man he hated, he really couldn't find love. His reasons are just countless excuses to hate him.

"Forget it, since you are determined, I will wait for the good news. As for the fourth mistake you made, you should know that the consequences are serious and you don't need to ask me to forgive you. Go and receive the punishment."

"Thank you, father," Ye Zhenge raised his eyes and looked at the screen again, "I have one more thing to ask my father to agree to, the secret recipe——"

"Whimsical!" Ye Qing cut off the conversation, and said sharply, "Shen Chuxing doesn't want to repay favors, and it's hard to seduce him with benefits. He knows too many secrets of the Ye family. If I give this thing to him too early, in case the plan fails, I will give it to you again." There is nothing that can restrain him, how can I be sure that he will not become a hidden danger?"

"Your concern is understood, but I still ask you to agree to this request."

After a moment of silence, Ye Qing snorted coldly and said, "Let Shen Chuxing exchange it with 'you' at that time!"

"Thank you father, my son will leave."

Ye Zhenge bowed and exited, walking very hastily, he stopped for a long time before stopping under a tree to breathe heavily.

Looking around, his vision was blurred, he blinked helplessly, but more warm liquid slipped into his eye sockets along his eyelashes, there was rain, and there was also fresh blood dripping from his forehead.The scenery in front of him was coated with a layer of bright red, and he suddenly felt dizzy, and he vomited acid water with a "wow" with his head bowed.

Ruthless rain, hard wind, turbulent grass leaves behind the turbid rain curtain, noisy flowers, and a heartbeat that is noisier than wind, rain, flowers, and grass!A cluster of angry flames burned more and more vigorously with the heartbeat, as if they were about to burst out from the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, limbs and bones!

Unworthy to be a Son of Man?Wrong, wrong, unworthy of being human.

Dragging her mother down, failing Yan Ying, being ashamed of her uncle, and deeply hated by her father.All the people he loved were sad and disappointed because of him...

Raising his sleeve to wipe the smudge on his face, Ye Zhenge chuckled twice, the laughter was weird and tinged with madness.