In the early morning, the sun shines through the window lattice.

Wang Jingze opened his eyes from his sleep and yawned lazily.

He sat up from a thousand-year-old warm jade bed with a radius of three feet, surrounded by carved dragons and painted phoenixes, and walked slowly for more than ten steps to the bedside.

At this time, there was already a maid waiting by his side, dressing him up and putting on his shoes.

In addition, there was a maid holding a cup of Yunyan Ling tea in both hands and offering it to Wang Jingze.

This cup of spiritual tea, with its misty clouds and full of spiritual energy, is a first-class product.

Wang Jingze took the tea cup and the water temperature was just right. He took a big sip comfortably, rinsed his mouth and spit it out casually.

At this time, the maid on the side came up with a purple and gold spittoon and caught the remaining tea.

Zhang Zuofu on the side felt his face twitching as he watched.

Although, this was not the first time he had seen Wang Jingze's luxurious and prodigal lifestyle.

But every time he saw Wang Jingze casually destroying spiritual tea worth dozens of lower-grade spiritual stones, Zhang Zuofu felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

Too cool!

Zhang Zuofu couldn't even bear to drink this Yun Yan Ling tea, let alone waste it!

Why is the gap between people so big?

Zhang Zuofu looked at Wang Jingze, and an imperceptible light flashed deep in his eyes.

Ever since his father Zhang Tianhu relapsed from an old injury and was low on energy, although he was still in the position of deacon and elder, he became increasingly unable to do his job and basically stopped taking part in things.

The status of their Zhang family has plummeted.

Originally, Zhang Zuowei and Zhang Zuofu, the two brothers, were considered the second generation of immortals.

Relying on the authority of the deacon and elder father, the two brothers can still exert some power in the blessed land of Qingxi Mountain.

But now, Zhang Zuofu could clearly feel that the monks around him were increasingly giving the Zhang family no face.

If it weren't for the two brothers hugging Wang Jingze's thick thigh tightly now, some monks would have turned against them and bullied them.

Deep in Zhang Zuofu's eyes, a bright light shot out.

There was a voice in his heart, screaming crazily.

No, I am definitely not willing to sink like this!

The Zhang family will flourish in my hands!

Wang Jingze is a useless second-generation ancestor. Relying on him, there is no way for the Zhang family to rise again.

Therefore, we must use some other method...

Zhang Zuofu's eyes turned colder little by little.

Good birds choose trees to roost in!

For my Zhang family, Mr. Wang, don’t blame me!

Zhang Zuowei, who was standing next to Zhang Zuofu, was completely unaware of how many complicated thoughts passed through his brother's mind in just a few breaths of time.

Zhang Zuowei laughed wildly and said to Wang Jingze: "Young Master, how do you feel about gargling your mouth with Yunyan Lingcha? Will your teeth become particularly white?"

Wang Jingze curled his lips in disdain, "I, Wang Jingze, need Yunyan Lingcha to nourish my teeth? I just chew them casually!"

Wang Jingze spoke again: "My father, he has been saying that I, Wang Jingze, am a prodigal son all day long! What should I do? As a son, I can't let him down! So, I will do whatever it takes and be a prodigal son..."

Zhang Zuowei heard this, his eyes were full of admiration, and he sincerely praised: "Young Master is mighty!"

Under the service of the maid, Wang Jingze put on his clothes, straightened his clothes, looked at his appearance in the water cloud mirror, gave a thumbs up, and praised: "I, Wang Jingze, am so handsome!"

As he was talking, there was a sudden commotion outside, and a group of guards, surrounded by a burly man covered in blood, rushed over.

Wang Jingze frowned, what happened?

Zhang Zuowei stood up immediately. He was a tall man with a ferocious aura. He stood straight at the door and shouted angrily: "What are you doing in a hurry? You disturbed the young prodigal family. Be careful, I will clean up your bones!"

Zhang Zuowei was a clumsy man, with a violent personality and no seriousness in his attacks. The guards in the mansion were very afraid of him. After being shouted at by him, they immediately calmed down and did not dare to make any more noise.

Among them, a guard captain stood up and carefully reported to Wang Jingze.

"Young Master, it's not good. Wen Tailai was injured and came to us for help!"

Wen Tailai?

Zhang Zuowei was startled, Feng Chenglang's steward!

If he is injured, he is injured. What are you doing here? Will Young Master Wang care about his affairs?

After all, Mr. Wang has many things to do every day, he is very busy, and he is busy with the ruin of his family...

Zhang Zuowei was stupid and couldn't turn around, but Zhang Zuofu on the side frowned, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Why did Fourth Master's people come here so well and get injured? Could there be an accident?

Wang Jingze waved and motioned to bring Wen Tailai over.

Soon, Wen Tailai walked up.

He was covered in blood, his breathing was unstable, and his face was full of anxiety. He looked completely different from the usual cold-faced guard.

When he saw Wang Jingze, he couldn't help but scream.

"Young Master Wang, I have something to tell you!"

Wang Jingze had a puzzled look on his face, obviously his thoughts were still outside the situation, he said casually.

"What are you doing, so bloody? Tell me what's going on!"

When Wen Tailai heard this, he looked at the crowd around him and frowned.

Wen Tailai cupped his hand and said, "Young Master Wang, this matter is confidential. Please step aside and I will report it to you alone!"

Wang Jingze's eyes flashed and he said nothing.

Zhang Zuowei on the side was angry and shouted: "Wen Tailai, this is the residence of our young master Wang. You treat it as your toilet. You can do whatever you want? Bullshit! With so many people listening, you

Love to talk but don’t talk!”

Zhang Zuofu frowned and looked at Wen Tailai, who was covered in blood. He looked anxious, stepped forward, grabbed his brother Zhang Zuowei, and signaled Zhang Zuowei to stop saying a few words.

Then, Zhang Zuofu appealed to Wang Jingze and said, "Young Master, I see that Steward Wen is covered in blood. It's obvious that something important has happened. If we don't do what he wishes, we will exclude all the people who have nothing to do with him."

When Wang Jingze heard this, he took a deep look at Zhang Zuofu.

This glance seemed inexplicable, but it made Zhang Zuofu feel frightened, as if all the dark thoughts in his heart were clearly visible to the other party.

Zhang Zuofu was horrified and looked at Wang Jingze carefully, only to find that Wang Jingze's eyes had already turned away and looked at Wen Tailai not far away.

The frightening feeling just now, like an illusion, completely disappeared.

Zhang Zuofu was shocked and confused. He didn't understand why he felt this way just now. He looked at Wang Jingze, trying to get some clues from Young Master Wang's face.

However, Wang Jingze's expression was natural, no different from usual.

Wang Jingze thought for a moment, raised his hand arrogantly, and nodded Wentai Lai.

"You, come in with me!"

With that said, he walked towards the house.

Wen Tailai immediately followed him.

Zhang Zuowei glared at Wen Tailai fiercely, obviously still holding grudge against Wen Tailai for driving him and Zhang Zuofu out of the cave secret room last time.

This time, Zhang Zuowei's home court, of course he would not look down upon Wen Tailai.

Zhang Zuowei glared at Wen Tailai with a fierce face, and followed him into the house.

I don’t want others to listen, but I, Zhang Zuowei, want to listen!

Wen Tailai opened his mouth when he saw this, but in the end he didn't stop him.

People under the eaves have to bow their heads!
Chapter completed!