Under the grape trellis of Prince Gong’s mansion, it is secluded and peaceful.

"Mom, aunt, aunt, I'll give you a multiple-choice question. Should I eat the big one first or the small one first?" Ye Wudao asked with a half-wrugging Murong Xuehen halfway, Peacock and Liuli were chasing and fighting. Ye Wudao and Ye Hetu, the old and sly father and son, seemed happy to see these two gifted children checking and balancing each other, and they would make them make trouble. Is there any conspiracy like the intrigue of the palace hidden in the seemingly innocent and romantic laughter? Even if they smell it, they might not say it.

"I'll eat big things first. I have to have fun in my life. I'm drunk today. I'll be sad tomorrow." Yang Ningsu took the lead in expressing his opinion, looking at Ye Wudao with deep meaning. Not to mention Yang Ningbing, Ye Qingge, who was clear-minded, did not pay attention to this detail, and Ye Hetu seemed to understand something. He frowned slightly, then felt relieved, and there was a hidden appreciation in his eyes.

"Eat small things first. If you don't have a long-term plan, you will have immediate worries." Yang Ningbing, who had thought for a while, didn't want to answer, but when she saw her sister speak, she was happy to participate.

"You should know my answer." Ye Qingge did not give the answer directly, but just made a mysterious move.

"Don't go around the corner, tell me your opinion." Yang Ningbing said with a smile. In fact, this kind of discussion was often found in the Zifeng Villa of the Ye family before. Although Ye Wudao was young or frivolous at that time, even if he was immature, it is undeniable that the Ye family smiled more at that time, and maybe happiness really made people superficial. Yang Ningbing sighed in her heart.

"My aunt chose the earth. Although every grape is the largest when eaten, the grapes are actually getting smaller and smaller. It means that you are an optimistic pessimist, like an overdrafter in life, who likes to pawn youth to life and bet happiness on the gambling table." Ye Wudao looked at Yang Ningsu and chuckled, and then continued to say something that seems neither salty nor light, "But not every pawn is a loss, nor every gambling is a complete failure."

"Where is mom?" Murong Xuehen asked curiously. She took out her warm hands that she had covered under her armpit for a long time and held Ye Wudao's hand. When he was a child, he had frostbite every winter. She was used to covering his hands. The cold one was her hand and the warmth one was her heart. Not every kind of love was earth-shaking, not every kind of effort had to be vigorous. He and her flowed for nearly twenty years.

"My mother is a pessimistic optimist. She always has hope, but she seems to never reach it. This is like a curse." Ye Wudao said with deep meaning. "As the saying goes, only those who tie the bells can be unwrapped. No one can do it."

Ye Hetu still looked the same, but he just helped Yang Ningbing clean up his scarf without moving.

"It seems to make some sense." Yang Ningbing smiled. "Tell me about your aunt again."

"aunt?"

Ye Wudao smiled brightly and brightly, like a pure child with warmth in his heart.

Perhaps he thought he had fallen to the darkest abyss, but in fact, there was never this moment when he was so close to purity. Li Danyue knew the most, so she chose to stay by this man and wait for the past. When others saw Ye Wudao, they were all called heroes, traitors, butchers, or crown princess, Junyan, and only she, who stubbornly thought that he was as pure as a child.

"Auntie is a grape collector because she chose not to eat it." Ye Wudaodao solved the answer.

Everyone suddenly realized.

Ye Hetu and Liuli, the big and small, nodded tacitly, and the two looked at each other and smiled, and they were worthy of being masters and apprentices.

"Auntie is indeed a bit cunning, but there is no need to be kind to life. Life has never been kind to us." Ye Wudao smiled and looked up at the sky, but it seemed that life favored him a little incredible.

"If it were me, I would destroy the grapes." Peacock said with his head tilted, very childish, but strangely persistent.

"This is wrong." Helian Liuli immediately retorted. Sitting in Yang Ningbing's arms, she was no longer afraid of peacock knocking on her chestnuts, and she spoke much more righteously.

Peacock just looked at Ye Wudao. For her, it was not even the whole world that had the final say, but Ye Wudao had the final say.

"Yes."

Ye Wudao sighed and said, although it was inappropriate to indulge her like this, he would not be able to be determined when he saw her eyes. If he was really cruel, he should have eliminated this hidden danger long ago. After all, leaving someone who is very likely to surpass him and be familiar with him in the future is not something that is done by a wise man or a hero.

The peacock cheered, pounced on Ye Wudao's arms, stuck out his tongue at Xiao Liuli, and made a victory gesture proudly.

All the adults couldn't help laughing, thinking in their hearts that they really didn't know how these two children would be amazed by the world when they grew up.

"I heard from my friend that the girl from Dugu family has also come to Beijing." Ye Hetu asked casually.

"I played the game in Prince Gong's mansion, and I lost." Ye Wudao said mockingly.

"Interesting." Ye Hetu laughed.

"Can someone beat you?" Murong Xuehen asked curiously.

"I'm not the best in the world. Besides, even a chess master like Wu Qingyuan has often lost results, so why can't I lose?" Ye Wudao happily pinched Murong Xuehen's cheek. This girl really thought his husband was a god.

"That must be what you asked her." Murong Xuehen smiled playfully, his pair of aura-filled autumn eyes blinked, which was particularly charming.

"Xuehen, this is not good. You always spoil him so much. It was okay before, but if you have children in the future, you should not do this." Yang Ningbing smiled. Generally speaking, all mothers-in-law in the world hope that their daughter-in-law can love their son more. She hopes that Xuehen can be more harsh to Wudao. For people who are so harsh when they see Xuehen growing up, Yang Ningbing can't find any problem even if they look at Xuehen, who is so harsh with a magnifying glass to find.

"That's right, a person who is already quite proud, will follow him and his tail will rise up to the sky." Yang Ningsu also took the opportunity to take the lead.

"Auntie, it's not a gentleman to do something wrong." Ye Wudao said helplessly.

"Gentleman? I am a woman, and I am a villain, that's a little woman. Don't reason with me." Yang Ningsu smiled, causing the knowing smiles of two women, Yang Ningbing and Ye Qingge. As women, they always have to stand on the same front at critical moments.

In front of the word "Fu" stele.

An old man and a young man seem to stand out.

Although the old man is not as good as before, he is still full of energy. Just a simple standing with his hands behind his back will bring a kind of majesty that makes people retreat.

The young man was Bai Yangxuan, the leader of the Beijing Prince's Party of China of this generation. He was standing quietly beside the old man, not manic, not domineering, not deep, and only a kind of low attitude of the younger generation facing the elders. If one word is used to describe the feeling that Bai Yangxuan gives people at this moment, it is stability. It can be said that in terms of changing faces, perhaps Ye Wudao is not as good as the northern fang.

"That boy in the Ye family is so busy. Yang Xuan, is there any pressure?" the old man smiled, calm and calm. No matter how good a person, this kind of cunning is not something that young people can pretend to be.

"Yes." Bai Yangxuan's answer was very honest.

"Okay, this attitude requires it. Only with pressure can you have motivation. It is said that you should pay attention to the enemy tactically. It's not bad. I'm afraid that you young people always think that the world's number one, and your eyes are higher than your top. You haven't disappointed me in these years. I'm really retreating now. In the future, you have to cross the river by feeling the stones, be careful, be careful." The old man said with relief, which shows that he was extremely fond of Bai Yangxuan.

"Yes." Bai Yangxuan's answer was very neat and neat, and there was no nonsense in front of the old man.

"I, I first entered Beijing decades ago, and I really liked the word "Fu" written by Kangxi. Every time I came here, I stood here for the longest time. Haha, I'll tell you, look at Heshen, you can't just look at his greed. In fact, this person can concentrate all the important elements of the official system in the official system, such as being poor since childhood, hanging from the beam and thorning the thighs, being young and high-spirited, fortunate to know the king, being promoted to three levels, serving the king as a father, being a great minister, being good at everything, and of course, there are also old traitors who have been through the officialdom for a long time, and cunning rabbits have three holes. After studying this person thoroughly, it will be not difficult to be an official." The old man said in a deep voice.

"Officials are not greedy or not, they are whether they can do things for the people and whether they are doing things in a practical way." Bai Yangxuan said softly.

The old man frowned slightly, but did not refute.

Perhaps it is because I have been in the center of the vortex of power for so many years, and the old man knows a lot of things, even if it is clearly right, he cannot say it.

"Politics is nothing more than promoting what should be promoted, suppressing what should be suppressed, honing what should be tempered, trying to win over what should be won over, excluding what should be excluded. As for what should be done or not, you should explore it yourself, I still say the same thing, pay attention to Master Zhao. He has been watching you coldly over the years, but it does not mean that he will be silent. A politically positive opponent will never give you a real fatal blow. Instead, he is hiding in the dark. With a gentle push, he may fall into the tree and scatter." The old man said earnestly.

"I will remember." Bai Yangxuan said expressionlessly.

"I have been fighting with Yang Wangzhen for decades, but none of them really suppressed each other. I am afraid the final result will depend on which old man Yang and I die first. After all, politics is to compare who lives longer. If you die first, many old accounts will be taken out and dirty water will be poured out. Just like the storm in ** year, haha, I'm waiting for those people to uncover my coffin." The old man laughed.

"With such an opponent, you won't be lonely." Bai Yangxuan chuckled, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

"That's right." The old man fell into deep thought.

When people get old, they have too many memories. It really takes time to use it to read it. So young people don’t understand why the elderly can be so leisurely without computers, Internet, and films, because the elderly have things that you will only have after decades, complex memories of past events.

"Let's go." The old man stopped in front of the Fu Monument for a long time and finally spoke.

When they reached the exit, Ye Hetu was opening the door for Yang Ningbing and getting in the car.

Although there is only one back.

But Bai Yangxuan's body in the distance was quietly shocked.
Chapter completed!