Chapter 40: Meeting with Patriarch Zhao

Wei Yijue was seen with trembling shoulders, hugging Liang Pin, and leaning on Liang Pin's shoulder with his eyes closed. Tiny tears were still clearly visible on each of the man's eyelashes.

"Please forgive Brother Wei, okay? I really know I was wrong. Since those things happened, I have lived in guilt every day. I buried Xiao Liu in a cemetery with the best feng shui, and Wei Xuan is still alive, but he is receiving treatment in the family." Wei Yijue's gentle voice trembled slightly.

Liang Pin had mixed feelings in his heart. He had already prepared to break up with Wei, but when the time really came, seeing Brother Wei in such a state, his throat seemed to be choked by something, and he could not utter those harsh words he had prepared.

After a long time, Liang Pin sighed heavily.

He could no longer tell whether Brother Wei in front of him was truly repentant or not, so he had to find a way to meet Brother Song first and discuss it with him.

"Then can you take me into the Wu family? I want to see Brother Song."

Upon hearing this, Wei Yijue's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened, a cold light flashed in his pupils, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his right hand, pushed his gold-wire glasses, and resumed his calm and gentle voice: "Liang Liang, don't worry, I'll go and ask for you. You know, I don't have much status in the family. Let me think of a way, and I will definitely let you meet."

After hearing this, Liang Pin finally let go of his worry. It seemed that it was the right decision to come to find Brother Wei. Although Brother Wei took the wrong road, he was not a bad person after all.

"Then you can stay here so that you can get news about Alan Song at any time." Wei Yijue had a gentle expression and a very pleasant voice.

"Okay." Although they were close, Liang Pin was too lazy to run back and forth. What was already said was out, and he thought Brother Wei would not lie again.

It was late at night, and Liang Pin walked towards the bedroom where he often rested. Just as he put his hand on the doorknob and was about to push open the door, the bedroom door was opened from the inside first, and a figure walked out holding something.

The two looked at each other, and the man was stunned. Then he lowered his head slightly with the broom in his hand and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Liang, I disturbed you. I just finished cleaning inside, please go in."

"Hey, it's okay." Liang Pin touched his head and then opened the door and walked into the bedroom.

It's strange. The first time I saw a strange face in Brother Wei's villa, I felt that he looked familiar, but I definitely didn't know him. He might be a family member, Liang Pin thought.

Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, Liang Pin looked at the spotless interior of the room, the neatly arranged furniture, the shiny floor, and every corner showing signs of careful care. His mind became even more confused, and he walked slowly to the bed and lay down on his side.

Liang Pin's head was about to explode from all the tedious and complicated matters. He rubbed his temples vigorously, forcing himself to relax, until his consciousness gradually became blurred and he finally fell into a dream.

Moonlight shines through the window into the bedroom, and two shadows are reflected on the wall. Wei Yijue reaches out and gently touches Liang Pin's cheek, his eyes full of affection. The man whispers softly, "Liang Liang, this time, I won't let you leave my side."

Then, the man gently covered Liang Pin with the quilt and slowly left the room. His soft voice was full of coldness, and he said to Wei Qing behind him: "Keep an eye on him first, don't make a fuss, and don't touch the people around Liang Liang anymore."

"Yes, Master."

......

Uejima Zhaoie

In the past two days, under the guidance of Zhao Nianchen, A Lansong has become quite familiar with the Zhao family. Zhao Nianchen was too enthusiastic and took him to every corner of the Zhao family. He introduced it in great detail, including where this place is, who that person is, and what he does. He told A Lansong every detail.

Alan Song was really confused and tried hard to filter out useful information from the complicated information given by Zhao Nianchen.

Thanks to Zhao Nianchen, Alan Song felt that even if he escaped from the Zhao family today, he could plan an excellent escape route.

Unfortunately, Alan Song still knew nothing about the situation outside the Zhao family. Just when Zhao Nianchen was about to tell Alan Song about the gossips of the Zhao family gardener again, Alan Song interrupted him in time, "Stop, you have told me this, I know it, you don't need to say it anymore."

"Oh, no, boss. The last one was the gardener of the back garden. This one is the gardener of the big garden. They are not the same person."

"Alright, alright, I don't want to hear any more. I'm already familiar with it enough. I really don't know how you can know these trivial matters so clearly." Alansong was speechless with a frown on his face.

No matter how patient a man is, he will become impatient after being worn out.

If it weren't for the need to understand the terrain of the Zhao family, A Lansong really didn't want to hang out with Zhao Nianchen. After all, this guy talks too much.

Zhao Nianchen wiped his nose and chuckled, "This is so interesting. By the way, boss, why did you and Liang Pin have the prison play? What was your mentality? Tell me about it. I'm really curious."

Alan Song rolled his eyes, turned around and strode towards his room. With his amazing judgment and memory, Alan Song was now able to find his own room accurately, and by the way, he also noticed the location of the room of Zhao Huang, the head of the Zhao family.

Back in the room, Zhao Nianchen followed him in, closing the door and grinning, "Hey, Boss, I'm telling you this story just to take care of your broken-hearted mood. How about it, are you feeling better now?"

"Not good." A Lansong glanced at Zhao Nianchen and said two words coldly.

"Hey! Boss, you need to look forward. How about this, I'll take you to meet my father. I saw you looked into my father's room several times today. Do you have something to say to him? Do you want to ask my father to let you go? Although that's impossible, I can let you try." Zhao Nianchen smiled, "What do you think? Am I particularly observant?"

"......"

"I am the most kind-hearted young master of the Zhao family, who has never been seen before. I will be sad if anyone gets hurt in front of me. I can see that your heart is hurting. Don't hold it in. Let's go. My father should be back by now."

"......"

Although he really wanted to meet Zhao Huang, Alan frowned and wondered if there was something wrong with Zhao Nianchen's brain.

I just took this opportunity to see if the information I had was important and whether I could go out into the outside world.

Zhao Nianchen pulled Alan Song's sleeve and dragged him forward with a smile. After being dragged a few steps, Alan Song adjusted his state, retracted his arm and followed him.

At this time, Zhao Huang had just returned from the Wu family. He was sitting in the teahouse sipping tea in a good mood. He finally didn't have to worry about what would happen if the Wei family provoked a war and wanted to annex the four major families.

Although it is no longer the glorious world of cultivating immortals, the spiritual energy left over from that time still lingers in the blood of the four major families. Now that the Wu and Zhao families are getting married, a strong cause and effect relationship will arise between the two families.

In other words, it is equivalent to the two companies having signed an alliance agreement that neither party can violate.

The blood of the Wu family has a fighting power that is lurking deep in the blood of every Wu family member. Once it erupts, it can release an overwhelming force. And that amazing fighting power is enough to make anyone in front of it tremble involuntarily and feel awe.

Therefore, the Zhao family needs to find an ally. Compared with the Yang family, who appear and disappear mysteriously, the Wu family is the best choice.

After all, he was the initiator of the contract, so the piece of mother stone that the Wu family got in exchange was also the exclusive product of the Zhao family. It had been in a dormant state and dull before. Although no one knew why the mother stone suddenly shined recently, the faint spiritual energy it emitted could prolong life and nourish the spirit, and the effect was extremely good.

Zhao Huang, who was happily sipping tea, suddenly heard his little son's soul-stirring cry.

"Father! Father! Open the door quickly. I'm here with Wu's A-Song to see you." Zhao Nianchen knocked on the door with such force that he seemed to want to knock through the door. The knocks made A-Lan-Song's ears hurt. He couldn't help but frown and subconsciously took a half step back and said, "Can you knock a little quieter?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, boss. I'm used to knocking. There's no one in the room when my father is drinking tea. I'm afraid he won't be able to hear me if I speak softly." Zhao Nianchen continued to knock on the door embarrassedly.

"Father! Father~~~~"

“.....”

A slightly old voice came from the speaker at the door.

"Rebellious son! I hear you, shut up! If you howl again, I'll beat you! The door will be opened soon." Zhao Huang, who was sipping tea in the teahouse, was annoyed by the high-decibel shouting and banging on the door. He suddenly reached out, grabbed the voice machine next to the tea table, and yelled at the other end.

After yelling, he snorted loudly, feeling unsatisfied, and then pressed the automatic recognition button next to the voice machine with his finger, his action full of impatience.

Don't be angry, don't be angry, drink tea.

The gate received the order and immediately started scanning the people coming in.

Ding! Welcome home, Zhao Nianchen, the young master of the Zhao family, and the Wu family.

"......" The corners of Alan Song's mouth twitched.

As the door slowly opened, Zhao Nianchen took A Lansong and strode into the room. As soon as they stepped into the tea room, the rich aroma of tea filled their faces. The surroundings were elegantly decorated, exuding elegance everywhere. Zhao Huang was sitting in the main seat in the tea room, wearing a plain robe and standing tall.

Zhao Huang had regained his leisurely demeanor. He slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. He looked at Zhao Nianchen and then at Alan Song calmly and asked, "What do you want from me?"

"Master Zhao, I have something I want to ask you." A Lansong said loudly before Zhao Nianchen could speak.

He was really afraid that this guy would say something outrageous, like he was going to beg the master to let him go.

Hearing this, Zhao Huang put down his teacup and looked at A Lansong with sharp eyes. This was the first time he had seen this young man from the Wu family who had been wandering outside.

Aransong's figure is tall and strong, with broad shoulders and a powerful body. His solid arms and narrow waist form a perfect inverted triangle outline.

Not bad, not bad, much better than Wu Haobai. That kid really doesn’t look like a descendant of the Wu family, that’s right.

Zhao Huang couldn't help but feel satisfied with Alan Song. He nodded slightly, and a smile appeared on his face. "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Alan Song looked around calmly, and seeing that there was no one around and there was a fool next to him, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"I wonder if Master Zhao knows about the Mother Stone." Alan Song stopped there.

Neither Wu Bin nor Zhao Nianchen knew the key word "mother stone" at all. They only called it "stone for longevity" or "broken stone". Therefore, he concluded that Zhao Huang must have concealed it intentionally.

As expected, Zhao Huang was shocked when he heard this. The teacup in his hand fell heavily on the table with a clang, and the tea splashed out, soaking the table. He didn't care at all, his eyes were wide open, staring at Alan Song with a look of disbelief on his face. Then, he stood up suddenly, took a few steps to Zhao Nianchen, and pushed Zhao Nianchen out with both hands, saying hurriedly: "Nianchen, you get out first!"

In the blink of an eye, only Alan Song and Zhao Huang were left in the room. Zhao Huang turned around quickly, rushed to Alan Song, leaned forward, and asked in a deep voice: "What did you just say?"

Alan Song looked solemn, and spoke each word with pause, his voice low but clear: "Mother Stone."

"This is an heirloom of my Zhao family. How can you, an outsider in the world, know its real name?"

Zhao Huang always claimed that the mother stone was a "treasure" to the outside world. Even the head of the Wu family, Wu Zhenyuan, did not know its real name. How did a young man like Alan Song know it?

Seeing Zhao Huang's strong reaction, A Lansong was convinced that his guess was right. He calmed down, bowed slightly, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Master Zhao, I believe you know something about the mother stone. I wonder if you know where the spiritual energy in this stone comes from."

! This kid even knows this?

Zhao Huang felt his scalp tingling, and an unprecedented panic surged in his heart. The source of the spiritual power of this mother stone was a mystery that the ancestors of the Zhao family had spent all their efforts to find but had not yet found. How did Alan Song find out these secrets?

He suppressed his inner shock and turmoil, staring at Aransong with a sharp look, trying to find a flaw in his face: "Who are you? Why do you know so much about the Mother Stone?"

"That's not the point. The point is that I suspect the mother stone also exists in the Wei family."

"What??"