The Romantic Soldier King

Ye Cheng suddenly sat up, the woman beside him turned around and continued to sleep, he did not know what she was mumbling about, there was still a smile on her face, but he calmed down.    

Ye Cheng who had been having few dreams, had a very unlucky dream last night. However, when he woke up, he had almost forgotten about it.    

He got off the bed and started practicing martial arts in the yard. His strong body was full of scars, and he looked cold and hard. At this moment, he looked even more cool and refreshing.    

Ye Cheng quickly took a shower, changed into a light set of clothes, and walked down the stairs to the courtyard.    

"Use all your strength!" The old man who had been unable to finish his attacks shouted at Ye Cheng.    

Ye Cheng chuckled, and then quickly combusted in a dozen punches, forcing the old lady to the side of the fountain. When he did that, he suddenly jumped, changed his posture in mid air, and bent his leg to attack the old man's head.    

With a loud shout, he flew backwards and dodged Ye Cheng's fist. When his knee reached the front of the door, he had nowhere to run to, so he folded his hands together and stretched them forward. At the same time that he blocked's knee, he raised his long leg and struck back with the same posture.    

"Alright!"    

Ye Cheng shouted happily. He held his breath, concentrated, and did not retreat or give way, his eyes staring at the old man, his left arm extended forward. When his opponent was still in a daze, he raised his foot and fiercely kicked down.    

The old man flew backwards, crashing into the sculpture behind him.    

Ye Cheng laughed lightly. He arrived in front of the sculpture a step faster than him, grabbed onto the old lady's waist and lifted her up, sending her back to the ground.    

"The boss' ability has improved by quite a bit."    

"Not bad!" You could have dodged that kick, but why? " Ye Cheng was not excited because he had won. If he were to use the Jinyang Qi to deal with the old, he would not even have the chance to retaliate.    

"It was just a slip of the hand!"    

The old man picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on, then entered the house. Ye Cheng walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.    

Lei Zihan woke up at 8 o'clock, today she had to go back to the Azure Dragon Group to study and manage. Ye Cheng stared at her curiously, he did not know when this fellow started working from 9 to 5, he did not ask her and she would not tell him, but he would occasionally hear from Sang Huihui that Lei Qinglong was not feeling well, and wondered when he would pay a visit.    

"Hubby, are you free this weekend?"    

"It's still hard to say!"    

"Even if you don't have time, make room for me. This weekend is the day for me to sign the contract with Star Moon Group."    

Pow! As the cup was placed on the table, Ye Cheng raised his head.    

"I know what you're going to say. Business is business, I just think it's profitable."    

"Got it!" "No matter how busy I am, I will still spare some time."    

Lei Zihan made an 'ok' gesture, picked up the Jam Bread and hurriedly left the house.    

At nine o'clock, Ye Cheng and the rest got on the carriage and headed towards the direction of the Eastsea City's cemetery.    

An Ningxuan had not slept the entire night, she stood at the scene and arranged the security of her surroundings. Today was the day of Leng Yifan's funeral, even without the other party's request, she would still clap her hands and maintain order. Firstly, because she was afraid of the internal strife within the society, and secondly, because she was afraid of seeking revenge from the outside world.    

Before ten o'clock, a lot of people arrived in succession within the cemetery. They were all dressed in black, and their expressions were heavy.    

At ten o'clock, the burial ceremony officially began.    

Under the eulogy of the priest, the people who were watching the ceremony all came forward, bowed and threw down the little white flower.    

Leng Zhao stood on behalf of Leng Yifan's family as they accepted the mourning of the guests. It was weird, although Leng Yifan was from Leng family, no one from Leng family appeared, which made Ye Cheng, who was always waiting on the side with the shadows, feel weird.    

"Leng Yifan doesn't have any other relatives?"    

"Parents died in an accident. There were no siblings. Only one uncle was still in Taiwan. According to Leng family's customs, this kind of scene is against the rules. "    

"You know Leng family very well!"    

The elder smiled but did not answer.    

Halfway through the ceremony, a commotion suddenly broke out behind the dense crowd. The crowd automatically parted on both sides, and from the very end, a woman walked in, followed by a man dressed in black. However, his white clothes formed an extremely dazzling contrast.    

"Young Miss!" The old man cried out anxiously.    

Ye Cheng forgot about it. He didn't think that he would meet this Little Qian in such a way.    

The little miss walked in front of Leng Yifan. After bowing three times, she dropped a white flower.    

"Why didn't you inform the others?"    

"Where did little miss go? You made it easy for your subordinates to find her. Do you know that I'm worried about you?"    

"Thank you, Second Uncle's worry! I'm fine. " The little miss smiled at Leng Zhao. However, I have yet to learn from father that Hong Alliance is about to leave the East Sea. I wonder where Second Uncle obtained this order from? "    

"Miss, this is not the time to talk about this. I hope you will show some respect to the deceased." Leng Zhao said with a cold face.    

"I'm sorry! I feel that the respect I have for Leng Yifan does not need to be reflected in this aspect.    

As the young miss spoke, she clapped her hands, and a middle-aged man was supported to Leng Yifan's tombstone.    

Leng Zhao looked at the man who was short of breath and snorted, then pulled the young miss to the side. What are you doing? "    

"Second Uncle doesn't feel that Leng Yifan has left in such a pitiful manner. He doesn't even have family members to send him off, how can he possibly die peacefully?"    

The appearance of the middle aged man caused the entire hall to be filled with grief and indignation, the majority of the people who came to watch the ceremony were Leng Yifan's subordinates. Although their boss did not have much ability, their opponents were still pretty good, and now that their boss had mysteriously died, they had no way to take revenge.    

As Leng Zhao berated them, it was unknown who shouted first, but the entire audience was brimming with shouts of revenge for Leng Yifan.    

She raised her hand to calm everyone down, and said loudly: "Leng Yifan's death will not be in vain. The people of our Hong Alliance are actually afraid of death, we will not leave the East Sea, we will bring the Hong Alliance to glory here."    

With the young miss's heroic spirit, the morale of the people rose up. They all took her as their leader, and wanted to reestablish Hong Alliance's position in the East Sea.    

The little miss turned her head to look at Leng Zhao, and a confident smile appeared on her face: "Second Uncle, you wouldn't oppose the hope of the people, right? Leng Yifan's death cannot be forgiven. Uncle, we will definitely find the murderer for Leng Yifan. "    

The middle-aged man held the little miss' hand and shakily nodded, "Please."    

In this situation, Leng Zhao had nothing to say. He stood at the side with a dark expression, the two bodyguards behind him were staring at the little miss, as if they had a motive to take action at any time.    

Ye Cheng tilted his head, he did not know that this Old Qian really knew how to instigate people, at this time, using the people's will to achieve his goals was a dangerous move. If Leng Zhao bribed all of Leng Yifan's subordinates, the little miss would appear as if she was catching a turtle in a jar.    

He was like a rabbit as he slowly approached Leng Zhao. Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows, and he sneaked in from the right side. The old man had already pulled out his dagger and held it in his hand. Ye Cheng recognized the blade with a glance, it was given to him by Black Bear when he was selected to be a spy.    

Would a person who couldn't forget their old relationship be a traitor?    

Leng Zhao stared at the young miss as she presided over the event. When the ceremony was close to its end, he walked out, paid his respects, and had his great-uncle sent to the carriage.    

The little miss extended her hand out, stopping Leng Zhao in his tracks.    

"Great-uncle is tired after just getting off the plane. Second Uncle, why don't we talk later?" As he spoke, little miss had her own people bring her uncle away, not giving Leng Zhao the slightest chance.    

Leng Zhao's mouth twitched. In front of everyone, he had been enduring and enduring. Young Miss has the final say. "    

The two of them watched as the yellow soil was covered and a tombstone was erected before they slowly walked out of the cemetery.    

"Second Uncle has worked hard these past few days!"    

"Little miss, your actions just now made me very embarrassed. The news of Hong Alliance evacuating from the East Sea has been spread out. Do you want to regroup your forces to go against me?"    

"Second Uncle's words are wrong! This was a port city, so no matter if it was for trade, or for the development of a society, it was a promising place. If the Second Uncle left here because of Leng Yifan's incompetence, wouldn't the people of the Hong Alliance laugh at him? I would actually like to ask Second Uncle what his intentions are! "    

"The young miss stood still and stared at Leng Zhao with disdain as she giggled. Second Uncle, you look too familiar! I look scared! Secondly, what did Leng Yifan do in the East Ocean? I am not sure yet, but Hong Alliance being watched by the police is not a good thing for us who are preparing to wash our faces clean. Could it be that Second Uncle has forgotten Father's original intention?    

"Humph, this is his old-fashioned way of thinking!" "Since ancient times, no industry has been inseparable from gangs."    

"So, the Second Uncle and the people of the island nation must be handed over to open a new world? Do you remember the oath made by the Hong Alliance back then? "    

Leng Zhao stared at the little miss's back with his cold eyes. He secretly struck his fingers at her, and the two bodyguards behind him slowly moved closer.    

With her own strength, she could handle one person, but if the two of them were to enter the palace at the same time, coupled with Leng Zhao, she would definitely lose.    

Second Uncle, where did you get your bodyguard from?    

Right after he finished speaking, Leng Zhao suddenly raised his fist and made a retracting motion as the two bodyguards slowly stopped in their tracks.    

The young miss exhaled a breath! Just as she was about to relax, Leng Zhao opened his fingers once again and two bodyguards rushed forward. They had just passed the place where the police were squatting, so it was not the right time to strike.    

The little miss felt the strong wind coming from her left, so she dodged to the side. She spun her heels, and after half a circle, she grabbed a handful of the air and swung it at the incoming bodyguard.    

"Second Uncle, what do you mean by that?"    

Leng Zhao's eyes widened, and pretended to berate: "It's the wrong way, it's the wrong way! What are you doing? "    

The little miss let out an angry roar as she kicked at the bodyguard, her body leapt up and her hands grabbed onto the handle of her sabre as she stabbed it into the bodyguard's chest.    

Clang!    

The bodyguard caught the broken blade with his bare hands and used all his strength to push the little miss down, raising his fist and throwing it out.    

"Don't kill her!" Leng Zhao ordered coldly from the side.    

Before Ye Cheng made his move, she pushed him down to the ground.    

The two of them watched helplessly as the young miss was escorted by two bodyguards to the carriage by the two bodyguards. Leng Zhao looked around and then sat in the carriage and left the cemetery.    

"F * ck!" The old lady broke free from Ye Cheng's restraints and chased after him.    

The car moved further and further away, and by the time the old man had caught up with the cemetery, it was already too late. He could only watch as the car left his sight, and threw a punch onto the wall in frustration.    

"Don't worry, they won't be able to escape!" Ye Cheng patted the chief's shoulder and called his cellphone! "Blue-black Subaru, head down the mountain. There are five people in the carriage."    

The old man stared at Ye Cheng, looking at how calm he was, he seemed to be prepared for something.    

"If you stare at me like that, you will be misunderstood!"