Strongest Guard

Yue Zitong lit three incense sticks worth of time to burn down these words.    

Every sentence that was repeated for more than half a year would form a special kind of conditioned reflex. It was as if one would feel that something had dropped and their heart would become empty if they did not speak those words.    

Laughing, Yue Zitong added, "It's definitely not good. Because you know, I'm doing the wrong thing. After you die, not only will you have to squeeze out the last of your utilization value, you will also have to marry your Helan Family again. In the eyes of outsiders, you are the most difficult one. But I think it's nothing. The reason is very simple. You are my, Little Nephew, and I am your dainty aunt. If I don't squeeze you, who will? "    

"Alright. Don't call me shameless. Don't deny it, I heard it all. "    

Lifting her hand and stroking the white jade casket, Yue Zitong's smile became bitter. "Keep scolding, keep scolding." Who asked me to do something really shameless? But there's something I never told you. I was going to tell you on June tenth. But lately I've been dreaming, dreaming that you're always scolding me. It almost made This Dowager nearly f * * king fall apart. "    

His miserable smile gradually turned into complacency.    

Yue Zitong's voice had also become a lot softer, "Good child, do you know that the person I want to marry is not a certain young master from Helan Family. It's your Witch Sister — Hey, don't hide, don't hide! If you keep hiding, I can see the shock on your face. "Well, you must not have thought that I was so cunning as to deceive those people, right?"    

"Damn it, this is how This Dowager hangs himself."    

Yue Zitong snapped her fingers and stood up from the chair. She looked up at the ceiling and muttered, "It's weird, I'm already a Patriarch of Yue Family and still like to talk about these unworthy things. "Especially in front of you, I want to say —"    

Just as Yue Zitong was about to give a piece of dregs about some of her unhealthy psychological activities, there was a light knock on the door.    

Yue Zitong's eyebrows creased slightly. She raised her left hand and looked at her watch. "No matter who it is, let him wait five more minutes."    

As long as she was at home, she would accompany Li Jun for half an hour after noon. Yue Zitong had never been able to make the decision of losing even a second.    

This was the biggest compensation for Lee Nanfang, who was hurt by her.    

As she had never intended, she would put Lee's cinder casket in the cold, gloomy cemetery.    

She wanted to spend sixteen years of her beautiful life with Li Hui, the Demon Queen of He Lan.    

Sixteen years later, the Yue Family's Wu Zetian and her "beloved concubine" Helan Xiaoxin would both disappear, becoming one of the ten unsolved mysteries of this century.    

Qi Yue, who clearly knew what Yue Zitong was doing, stopped knocking on the door.    

Then there was the sound of light footsteps leaving.    

It was Zong Gaang's footsteps.    

Zong Gaang had now completely entered the role of Chief Steward, treating Yue Zitong as the Old Master Yue he once served.    

Similarly, after Yue Zitong had entered the courtyard that symbolized the position of the Patriarch of Yue Family, Yue Lincheng and his family, who had originally lived here, had no choice but to move out.    

Yue Zitong wanted to laugh when she thought about her uncle and the day her aunt moved out, it was difficult to see her face that was on the verge of falling to the ground.    

Most of it was sorrow.    

She didn't understand.    

Eldest Uncle clearly knew that she, as the Patriarch, was used by Elder Yue as a sacrifice to fight for the Yue Clan's greatest benefit to be used. Why did he not have a good impression of her?    

Even someone like Yue Qingke, who didn't know how to smile, would be able to block their way.    

Oh, using people as victims and not showing them some face, that's a bit too insensible.    

If that was the case, then what reason was there for Yue Zitong to be willing to be a candle to burn the last drop to illuminate this group of heartless, wolf-hearted things!?    

"I must become the Yue Clan's Wu Zetian. Otherwise, I won't feel at ease after I die. "Little girl, stay there and bless This Dowager. See how I can become the most amorous woman of our time."    

After a silent sneer, Yue Zitong lowered her head, closed her eyes, and lightly kissed the photo that was embedded on the white jade casket, saying in a low voice, "Time's up, I'm leaving. Goodbye, I will come back tomorrow to accompany you. "    

Qi Yue was still looking up at the sky when she walked out of the room.    

The two of them did not speak. Yue Zitong walked towards the front yard, followed by Qi Yue.    

Yue Zitong was sure that Qi Yue had heard what she had said to the urn.    

However, she wasn't worried that Qi Yue would say anything about it.    

Even if Jinghong Ming came to her personally and asked her to say it, Qi Yue would definitely refuse.    

This was the Twelve Golden Flowers that Jinghong Ming had painstakingly taught him. Its principle was superior to everything else.    

Under the gable at the corner of the front yard hung a bird's cage.    

Inside was a black eighth brother.    

This was raised by Old Master Yue when he was still alive, but he could not speak -- he was a mute.    

Unusual people, the birds they kept were all unusual.    

In order to avoid being seen by other people, after Yue Zitong officially entered the courtyard, she wanted to release the eighth brother and let him return to the forest.    

Whether I live or die, it doesn't matter to me.    

But this eighth brother was quite interesting. The cage door was already open, but he still wouldn't leave.    

Qi Yue took it out and sprinkled it on the sky without leaving.    

So Yue Zitong thought this guy was a dumb bird --    

However, a silly bird had its own benefits. At the very least, it wouldn't cackle, and would only tilt its Tiny Skull and look at you with its small round eyes, pretending to be deep in thought.    

However, it had actually attracted Yue Zitong's interest.    

After accompanying Little Nephew every day, when Yue Zitong passed by the silly bird, she would tease it.    

Seeing that Yue Zitong had stopped and was standing at the corner of the room, playing with the silly bird, Yue Lincheng, who was already waiting inside the courtyard, turned pale. He couldn't help but clench his hands, trying his best to suppress his anger of wanting to pounce on the little bitch and tear her to pieces.    

This was his courtyard!    

He had once wielded the power of the Patriarch of Yue Family here!    

He thought back to the time when Little Qiao had just gotten married. Back then, he had been sitting upright in the main hall on the ancient style of the imperial tutor's chair.    

But now, he didn't even have the qualifications to go to the main hall without Yue Zitong's permission.    

The dignified young master of the Yue family was actually being ridden on the neck by a little slut. It was fine, but she was a puppet that the Old Master had pushed out before he passed away.    

But she clearly saw her respected uncle, her elder brother, and the young master of Helan Family standing in the sky well, waiting for her.    

This, this was a rhythm that deserved to die ten thousand times.    

Now, I order you to hand over the "seal letter" and get out of the Yue Clan right now. Just as you are about to die, a chuckle came from behind: "Hehe, stars, you must have not expected that my family's Patriarch really likes to tease birds, right?"    

It was Yue Qingke's voice.    

When Yue Lincheng heard his son's voice, his manic heart calmed down a little.    

He could hear that when his son said the four words "my family's Patriarch," he intentionally emphasized it.    

When Yue Qingke saw Yue Lincheng's ears trembling, he reminded him in time, "Dad, you have a severe loss of intelligence. No matter how much this little slut despises us, she is still the Clan Master of the Yue Clan. He is also the vanguard officer who sought great benefits for our Yue Clan, trying his best to create a great profit. Since she won't stay long, you can't tolerate her? If we piss her off and leave her alone, who will defend us from those hidden waves after our grandfather's death? "    

"I always thought girls liked to keep cats and dogs. This was the first time he saw someone who liked to raise birds. Your Patriarch is not an ordinary person, of course he has a personality that ordinary people don't. "    

After hearing this gentle and elegant voice, Yue Lincheng subconsciously looked back.    

The young people standing with Yue Qingke were handsome, with vigorous vigor at the corners of their eyes.    

Especially his smile, his bright eyes, which could be called a moment of yoga with his son …    

Yue Lincheng clearly had that thought in his heart, but he still let out a sigh: "Sigh, it's a pity that Qingke had no choice but to be completely suppressed by that bitch Loong Chengcheng for the sake of the Yue Clan in the past. This has delayed his growth, and caused his reputation to be far, far worse than Helan Qunxing's. "    

Yue Lincheng felt that his life was truly not good.    

His son met a slut, and his own position in the Patriarch of Yue Family was taken by a little slut as well.    

"Could it be that we, father and son, are destined to be lowly? "Ah, no, you're committing a crime against a slut?"    

While Yue Lincheng was feeling emotional, Yue Zitong finally finished teasing the silly bird and looked over.    

Then she said, "Ah, uncle, what have you come for? "Uncle Zong, why didn't you invite everyone to go inside and have a seat?"    

Zong Gaang, who was willing to take the blame, slightly bent his body and was about to launch a deep self-criticism when Helan Qunxing spoke first, "Hehe, Chief, you can't blame Uncle Zong for this. After I came in, I was captivated by the historical aura emanating from this courtyard. Thus, I politely declined Uncle Zong's invitation. Uncle Yue, Brother Liu steel, please explain the history of this courtyard to me. "    

Zong Gaang didn't dare to bring them into the house without Yue Zitong's permission, but Helan Qunxing said so. It could be said that Patriarch Yue's actions of playing with the birds when she clearly saw that they had arrived were complementary to her.    

They were all lying with their eyes wide open.    

But sometimes, some lies had to be said.    

Otherwise, everyone would be unhappy.    

How good would it be to be like this?    

Under the warm invitation of Patriarch Yue, the three of them were invited into the main hall by Zong Gaang. They sat upright on the round chairs that had been used for a long time.    

This room was the Yue Clan's Gold Hall.    

As long as the newcomers weren't people of high moral standing, how could they still not die? No matter how powerful the elders of the clan and the guests were, they could only sit on the round stool and look up at Patriarch Yue, talking to her.    

Especially when he saw Yue Zitong raise the teacup and invite everyone to have a drink together, that fake gesture made Yue Lincheng want to smash the teacup into her smelly face!    

As a "junior" who took the initiative to pay a visit, Helan Qunxing thanked Patriarch Yue for her good tea and asked about her health on behalf of her family's old man.    

Even though there was at least sixty years of difference between the Patriarch of Yue Family Yue Zitong and the Helan Family Master, the two of them were on equal footing.    

Therefore, Helan Qunxing, who came to visit on behalf of the Helan Family, had to greet Yue Zitong in his place.    

The Patriarch had been Yue Zitong for more than half a year. Of course, he knew what etiquette he should use to greet old He Lan.    

and he lowered his status and said politely, "Don't call me Patriarch, Patriarch's. Young Master Qunhsing, just call me by my name. "