Mrs. Lengye greeted him before he left, and bowed his hand toward Xuanyuan Night.
Where do we want to thank Oriental Gong for inviting me? I hope I don’t bother you too much. Xuanyuan Night nodded coldly towards Oriental Zhe in return.
It’s a blessing for me to be able to come here. Oriental philosophers also say hello to others. Let’s go inside
Please.
A group of people walked into the Oriental Castle with great strides, but they saw trees everywhere, flowers everywhere, rockeries, pavilions, lotus ponds, clean houses, glazed cornices, blue tiles and red columns, and the breath of Jiangnan was worthy of being the first castle in the Jianghu.
Into the living room, the host and guests are seated.
Wan Yingzhao has been observing the Oriental philosopher since just now. Seeing that he seems to be normal, he wants to let go of his kindness and hatred, but his bright eyes seem to be covered with dust. When will he be able to avenge his family? As time goes by, she has been secretly worried.
Zheer, have the guests arrived yet?
Zhou Yan, perhaps it should be said that the East came in. He wore a blue robe and his hair was high, holding his slender eyes, and swept away the hatred of the past. His square face became clear and he hung up with a little smile and kindness.
When my uncle arrived in Dongfang Zhe, he looked back and smiled at Dongfang Zhe. They resolved the enmity and became more and more close, perhaps to make up for their mistakes. Zhou Yan treated Dongfang Zhe as his own son, from food, clothing, housing and transportation to daily life. Dongfang Zhe also treated him as his father. Although they were enemies before, it is incredible to be close now, but their enmity and enmity are more complicated than usual. Once the affection transcends hatred, the rest is not important.
Cold bend and others look at their expressions and know that their heart knot has finally been solved. Although they didn’t say it, they are actually quite happy.
You are the cold master and his wife, right?
Before the East left, I bowed to Xuanyuan at night. Thank you for saving Zheer and being worshipped by the old man.
Uncle Dongfang Zhe shouted that he knew that his uncle had repented of the past, and he didn’t want to hope that the two of them could develop Dongfang Fort and live up to the ancestors of Dongfang Fort.
You’re welcome, Mr. Dongfang. I glanced at him coldly and faintly. I didn’t mean to save him.
What do you mean, the East is frozen with cold words? Long and thin eyes looking at the Oriental philosopher.
Dongfang Zhe smiled with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth. He also knew that cold bending was not intended to save himself, but anyway, he wanted to thank her because she was now able to bury the hatchet.
Xuanyuan night lightly picked his eyebrows and the bending was embarrassing again.
Hehe, anyway, it’s a fact that Madam saved Zheer. Well, I’ve prepared a banquet. Let’s have a glass of water together. Since she said so, it’s a fact that she meant to save Zheer anyway, so she should be grateful.
Xuanyuan night and others got up in return.
Instantaneous Wan Yingzhao eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a picture on the wall of the hall at the door of Maida Hall. Qiao face suddenly waved and shouted.
Wait a minute
What’s the matter, Miss Wan? Is there anything wrong with Dongfang Zhe? Master, he is worried about what he did not do well and neglected the guests.
Who is the handwriting of that painting? Wan Yingzhao looked at the painting and almost trembled and asked, It can’t be wrong. It can’t be wrong. The handwriting is the same as that left by the man surnamed Zeng for dad. Is the murderer like the Oriental Castle?
That’s my uncle’s picture scroll
Oriental philosopher replied faintly that he didn’t know what was wrong with the painting or that listening to her tone was a question of my uncle’s inscription. Ink pupil looked at the ink of the painting and then at the cold bend and others. They should know why.
Lengwan and others cast a glance at each other when they heard Dongfang Zhe’s answer and saw the same information in each other’s eyes.
Maybe they have found the murderer who destroyed Wanjiazhuang.
Chapter 43 The identity of the murderer
The sun shines on the door, but it is somewhat cold in the light warmth.
Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere was strange and silent.
Oriental philosopher looked at clenched lips and eyes flashing with tears. Wan Ying obviously couldn’t figure out what happened to her. Looking back, her eyes swept cold and curved, but she also saw that their expressions seemed strange in indifference.
Oriental hand shook and looked at them. They all looked wrong. They were afraid that there was something hidden in it. They gave an expression of eyes to Oriental Zhe and asked him to sip his lips.
Is there anything wrong with this painting? I have also looked at it carefully. Isn’t it just a normal landscape painting? There is nothing strange about it.
There’s nothing wrong with this painting, said coldly
That’s an inscription. Judging from their tone, it seems to be an inscription, but the word was written by my uncle himself and he still has his seal.
Is the word "Oriental Shaobao Lord" really your uncle’s problem? Wan Yingzhao’s sleeve robe hands are tightly holding sharp nails and sinking into the palm of his hand, and the pain is spreading. However, the pain in his palm is far from his heart. A pair of clear eyes, flashing tears and lips are so difficult to spit every word.
Is Oriental philosophy nodded his head.
Cold curved Xuanyuan night looked at each other. It seems that today has not come in vain.