"I'm back to Yanjing. If I don't make a difference, my grandfather probably won't let me go. Besides, if I don't perform better, wouldn't it disappoint those who want to watch the fun?"

With a gentle smile, the corners of Ye Huang's lips curled up, outlining an extremely evil curve.

In the past, the stage of Emperor Ye was the whole world. Now when I returned to China, I would not be able to stand at the top on a smaller stage.

"Hahaha, I said it well, I always show some good people. You are the grandson-in-law of my Tang Jieyuan, the grandson of the Silver Fox Leaf Dynasty, and the warrior of Long Yan. How can you let ordinary people look down upon me?"

Emperor Ye’s words made Tang Jieyuan very excited.

In this circle I am in, I have been silent in Yanjing for too long because of the lack of connection between the emperor. Now that Ye Huang is back, it is time to reappear.

After driving on the road for more than twenty minutes, the car turned into the mountain road and walked along the winding mountain road to the depths of the valley. There were many cars coming and going along the way.

"All of these are here to say goodbye to Old Man Zhang, and almost everyone thinks Old Man Zhang can't survive tonight." Tang Jieyuan sighed a little,

If it weren't for Emperor Ye, he would have the same thoughts. A dying person, any drug stimulation no longer works, can he survive?

"This senior Zhang usually has good connections, so many people come to see him off."

"Haha, some of them are still mortal enemies. They treat Old Man Zhang as a dead person. Will the living person still care about the dead?" Tang Jieyuan smiled bitterly.

After he said this, Emperor Ye couldn't help but feel silent, and realized that this was the case.

The mountain road is not long, but because it is late at night, it is slower. It was originally a dozen minutes drive, but the guard drove for twenty minutes.

When I arrived at the entrance of the sanatorium, I stopped the car for inspection, and the guard put Mr. Tang and his party in. However, the guards at the door were still puzzled. They came here an hour ago, so why did they turn back?

He parked the car on the parking floor in front of the door of Mr. Zhang Wanhong's separate sanitary courtyard. Tang Jieyuan took Emperor Ye out of the car.

It’s true that there are so many cars. Ye Huang thought that there were probably not many people who really bid farewell in it.

This is how China is. We need face. Whether it comes out of sincerity or not, we have to come forward to get together. Even if our parents die, we can spend money to bring people to mourn. What else can't be fake?

Since the sanatorium is built on a geothermal hot spring and is located in a north-facing and south-facing position, the temperature is warmer than that of Yanjing City.

But it's winter after all. The whole courtyard should be full of vines such as grapes and violet creepers, which are now full of vitality, are now only dry branches and stacks of fallen leaves, and only a few pine and cypresses are still green.

After crossing the arch, the group walked into Mr. Zhang's sanitation courtyard. At this moment, there were many people standing in the courtyard, some wearing military uniforms, and some wearing suits and ties. No matter what, they looked like a successful person.

Emperor Ye guessed that many of them should be Mr. Zhang’s disciples, and some of them were people who usually had friendship.

As soon as Mr. Tang appeared, everyone who had originally talked to each other immediately surrounded him.

Compared to Zhang Wanhong, Mr. Tang’s position in the army is much higher than that in front of him. I’m afraid that only Mr. Dugu can defeat him in military merits.

"Mr. Tang, you are here too."

"Uncle Tang."

"Old Chief."

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Less than half a minute after coming in, a circle of people came up and asked again. Tang Jieyuan nodded expressionlessly.

"How is Old Man Zhang?"

"The situation is not good, the doctor is still treating it, but I heard that there is no hope." Shaking his head, an old man in his sixties and somewhat experienced sighed.

"Zhang Laoyou was seriously injured. Now that he is old, some old diseases have relapsed, I'm afraid he will be unable to recover."

The voice of this was very small, obviously because I was afraid that the Zhang family and the Beitang family would hear it.

But the people around them knew in their hearts that the other party was right.

"Old Tang, this one is."

At this time, someone finally found Ye Huang next to him and asked,

"My grandson-in-law, the grandson of Ye Wangchao, and Emperor Ye, you can get to know each other."

He gave a wink at Emperor Ye, and Tang Jieyuan signaled Emperor Ye to talk to these people.

Emperor Ye is not a fool. He understands that the old man is making him familiar with these people. These are all Mr. Zhang's disciples, and they may be useful in the future.

"It turns out that he is the young master of Brother Zhiqiu. He is handsome. He is really a tiger father without a dog son. Last time you showed great power in the military competition, we saw it. It's good." A group of middle-aged men who were tragic in the shoulder of Emperor Ye, said with a smile,

A few months ago, the military district competition scene was watched by these people. It can be said that no one could remember the performance of Emperor Ye that day.

"Where, uncles and uncles, you are just lucky."

Emperor Ye smiled modestly, and the same group said modestly,

Some leaders who are not soldiers are naturally not very clear about the military region competition, but they are not unclear about the weight of Tang Jieyuan and Ye Wangchao. The son-in-law and grandson are enough to make the people around them pay attention to it.

Within a few minutes, he came up and flocked to him, and Emperor Ye shook hands with great humility and made a full gesture.

This humility naturally won the favor of many people. They all think that Emperor Ye is from a proud family, with a huge background and is so polite, which is really rare.

On this side, Tang Jieyuan was about to take Emperor Ye in. Crying sounds were heard in the room, and men and women cried all over the place.

Tang Jieyuan's face changed drastically when he heard the crying.

"Emperor Ye, let's go." Knowing that something was wrong, Emper Ye turned around and said sorry to the person who was about to chat, and then hurriedly followed.

Seeing Mr. Tang rush into the house with the Ye boy, everyone was stunned.

Even if Mr. Zhang dies, the people from the Zhang family should go in after they speak.

What are they doing so anxiously?

Although he was confused, after hearing the crying, the people all understood that Mr. Zhang might be in crisis, so they all came to the house.

"Old man Zhang, you cowardly, I'm still going to play chess with you."

On this side, before Tang Jieyuan entered the house, he roared, and this sound directly covered the crying in the house.

Inside the room, Zhang Wanhong's son Zhang Zetian was stunned when he heard Tang Jieyuan's roar, and turned around to meet him.

"Uncle Tang, my dad..."

"Didn't you die? Don't cry if you don't die... I'm very upset."

Tang Jieyuan waved his hand and pushed Zhang Zetian away, who was blocking the way.

"Xiao Ye, come here quickly, this old man has only one last breath." The old man didn't care whether his behavior would cause the Zhang family to be cold-eyed, and directly asked Emperor Ye to step forward.

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