Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

As Zeng Ran's voice became serious, the cheerful atmosphere of the banquet never returned.

"Does anyone know this noblewoman?"

moment.

The female assassin Wei Lin was escorted up by the guards, looking around with an embarrassed expression.

Some of the nobles' faces changed slightly, but no one noticed that they melted into the circle of nobles with question marks.

Elder Tian, ​​who had previously reached a tacit agreement with Miss Lingshi, said with a faint smile, "Isn't this Wei Lin who has a close relationship with Lord Xinling? I never thought that I would be able to attend this banquet."

Xue Gong, headed by the anti-Gongzi Ce forces in Qidi, stood up, and was about to hold back the blame when Zeng Ran opened his mouth together with several adults, so as to prevent Wei Lin from revealing some secrets.

However, the next second.

"She is the assassin I Zeng Ran sent to assassinate Young Master Ce."

Zeng Ran nodded, and then announced loudly.

"???"

"That's right, I want to get rid of Young Master Ce for the aristocratic family. It hasn't changed for more than a hundred years. Now no one wants to adapt to the impact of change. To tell you the truth, there is a sentence that I, Zeng Ran, have wanted to say for a long time."

Brewing feelings, she generously said:

"Mr. Yan has been punished for a long time!"

There was an uproar.

"Um???"

Xue/Gong and the several adults next to him were stunned collectively. Did the patriarch peek at their script?

It shouldn't be denials in every possible way, and then they would play a "yellow robe adding body" drama, pushing the Zeng family up, and felt that there was no need to push now, why would she just jump directly onto the guillotine.

"The Patriarch of the Zeng family is a true righteous man."

Most people raised their bottles together and laughed heartily.

Zeng Ran took the lead after drinking, and silently wrote down the names of all the laughing nobles.

"Tweet grace order. If it is really carried out by Young Master Ce, maybe it is a good thing to align the land."

Suddenly, Elder Tian's voice sounded. Although the old man had some inhumane obsessions, he still retained the honor of nobility.

At this moment, she didn't talk about other interests. As she got old, she lost her thoughts on power and money. Apart from doing something for her children and grandchildren, she just wanted to preserve her name.

After a while, the old man smiled lightly and said, "Of course, I didn't say it's bad to die, so don't be nervous."

Xue/Gong coughed lightly, frowned and said: "Mr. Tian, ​​according to your seniority, I have to call you Auntie too. You must not get off our ship of justice."

"What is justice?" the old man sighed.

Facing the old man's question, Xue Gong did not hesitate, and said firmly: "There is justice in a large number of people, and the law does not punish the masses. Isn't it justice when we are united as one?"

"The old Mr. Mengchang, the previous Mr. Xue, you are not as good as him." The old man flashed a look of reminiscence, and slowly put down the raised wine bottle: "If it is him, you should have a good conversation with Mr. Ce."

"Ancestor, he has been dead for nearly sixty years, my aunt, why do you have to mention it again?"

Compared with his ancestors, Xue/Gong is indeed much worse. He knows it, but it feels different when someone mentions it.

"Ah, sixty years have passed... I have grown up like this... At that time, I was still young, Mr. Tian was very fond of laughing, and he must do what he wanted to do, so more and more disciples followed him more."

The old man tried hard to recall the pale and fuzzy fragments, but found that she could no longer remember the gorgeous-haired Meng Changjun she had seen when she was young.

Staring at the old man's cloudy eyes, Xue Gong always wanted to dodge, and the discomfort from the soul became more and more profound.

At this moment.

The hall was silent.

The image in the old man's mind overlapped with that of a certain child, who also had a temperament that loves to laugh and fight hard.

In the ears, the gentle voice from distant time and space echoed faintly.

The old man wriggled his lips, didn't smile, just reminiscing over and over again... The dim silhouette locked in the depths of his memory seemed to be much clearer.

After a long sigh, meaningful words echoed in the banquet.

"He's a lot like 'him.'"

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After a long rest, Yan Ce resolutely gave up exploring how many thoughts and feelings were hidden in her voice.

This kind of thing is like answering the deep meaning of a certain orange on the test paper. Every time a young man sees it, he wishes he could lift up the train station and smash the person who gave the test to death. The old routine can't be kept, only the sincerity can win the hearts of the people.

After some preparations, Yan Ce was pushed into a high-end and extravagant banquet.

The deadly main hall boiled again.

Xue/Gong and the others had a shocked expression of "a chihuahua reincarnated from the dirty soil biting a golden hair", and turned their eyes to Zeng Ran, who was in the main seat. It is a threat of decisive killing and fragmentation.

"Everyone, I am the one named Yan."

The young man folded his hands under his nose, smiled and raised his eyes to look at the main members of the 25 aristocratic families present.