"My name is Wei Xiu, the steward here. Have you come here to get engaged to that lady?"

He excitedly said as Weber knocked on the door in front of him.

Faced with an awkward atmosphere, Ye Fengsheng had not expected that someone of this senior age would know about the engagement. He had to consider the implications of these two words. The best solution was to get to know the other party from various perspectives. If he didn't, it would inevitably spread, and the woman wouldn't have a good reputation. More importantly, his reputation would suffer even worse! If it were the public, what would they think of their grandfather!

Moreover, the elderly man beside him was obviously a master. If he knew that it wasn't a discussion about this matter but rather about marriage, he feared his passion would turn malicious.

If we were to argue later, though we said we were not afraid, if we let fathers and grandfathers know that they hadn't married but came to fight with the Qiu family, even their legs might get broken!

This awkward and hesitant expression in Weber's eyes had already become a subtle and humble expression of the young man. He patted Ye Fengsheng's shoulder and encouraged him, saying, "Don't worry, my master fully supports you. You should come from three to five kilometers away every day. Now that you're truly here, he will be greatly pleased!"

"Alright." Ye Fengsheng could only nod noncommittally.

The rhythm of autumn was far from harmonious before the footsteps caught up in the living room downstairs alone. As soon as Weibo entered, he spoke to Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, you won't do much. If you don't act, you'll never let go!"

Ye Fengsheng shouted, "You've gone too far, what are you talking about?"

Qiu Yun's delicate face was now like a thousand-year frozen landscape. He said, "At this moment, do you still have to play dumb? I'm telling you, even if my father agrees to my engagement with you, I'll never marry you!"

"Do you think I want to marry you?"

Ye Fengsheng asked, "Otherwise, if this marriage contract, those who are half-footed away from stability dare to speak so recklessly before me, what qualification do they have?"

Qiu Yun bit his lip to silence himself, but his beautiful big eyes still stared at Ye Feng's voice, as if wanting to devour it alive.

Ye Fengsheng took the lead, seeking a dead-end. If he were alone in a social or asset status, he considered himself more than just Fengsheng, and it seemed he stood at the top of the Eastern Pearl Tower.

But for things that could be cultivated, the lower self would become the younger generation. Although a large structured society could connect with cultivable people, it was clear that based on his current identity, he was abandoned, and she had no qualification to shout before Ye Fengsheng.

But back to back, there was no need to listen to Ye Fengsheng's loud shouting. Why should he endure all this quietly? Bullying and bullying could not prove that he had plans against this group named Qiu? If not, with his wisdom, why look at him first?

Thinking of this natural possibility, Qiu Yun's heart grew increasingly resistant to Ye Fengsheng's voice!

"Fengsheng, you've finally arrived!"

The middle-aged man hurried quickly, walking out the door, eagerly sizing up the voice of Ye Fengsheng. Then, his eyes were full of gratitude.

"Father." Upon seeing his father, Qiu Yun immediately suppressed his resentment for Ye Fengsheng's voice and respectfully spoke.

Looking at the person in front of him, Ye Fengsheng's voice gave a slight bow. "Giving the very basic courtesy: "Uncle Qiu, I am the voice of Ye Fengsheng."

Although this was the most basic etiquette, Ye Fengsheng's non-humble posture satisfied Qiu Qianyue even more. From the vast realm of ancient people, one could be so approachable, not arrogant or overbearing. Very grateful!

"Alright! Good! Fengsheng, my father and your grandfather possess the most authority. My father and you are good friends of the same year. You can consider this your own home! Do not restrain yourself, let alone be constrained!"

In his heart, Ye Fengsheng bitterly laughed, perhaps you are interested in marriage. Before getting married, you should find a way to repay what your grandfather owes you.

He was about to speak, "Uncle Qiu, I came this time..."

After Ye Fengsheng entered the house, Qiu Yun's mind was fixated on his eyes, fearing that he would mention the marriage contract. Now, when hearing that he wanted to achieve his purpose, Qiu Yun immediately became nervous.

Of course, for this language, I believe the father is a man on the move. He is also very clear that at this moment, he should not feel pleased with Ye Fengsheng's false appearance. Even if Ye Fengsheng is a beggar, without clothes to depend on his fate, as long as he adheres to the marriage contract to reach his door, the father will certainly get it!

He did not hesitate to directly disable, "Father, it is not too early now. After dinner, we discuss one matter?"

Qiu looked at Qiu Yun, slightly curious, but raised no objection. Instead, he looked at the itchy white moon outside, asking, "Fengsheng, how about our two fathers going for a walk?"

How could Ye Fengsheng not discern Qiu Yun's unbreakable intent, yet happily nodded, "If Uncle Qiu has the interest, Fengsheng will accompany you down."

Of course, the two grandfathers should be Ye Fengsheng and Qiu He, but Qiu Yun's heart was uneasy, afraid of Ye Fengsheng proposing again, and always followed. Luckily, Ye Fengsheng had nothing to say, and the three reached a large garden by the river.

Qiu Yun opened a chair for his father to sit down, then sat beside his father, not regarding Ye Fengsheng as a guest at all. This behavior naturally appeared as a failure in Qiu's eyes. He said, "Is this how you treat people? Where were you taught etiquette before?"

Qiu Yun crowned his neck, "He has hands and feet, can't he sit down himself?"

"You truly are a brat!" The fire in autumn suddenly ignited, but Ye Feng laughed heartily, expressing he did not care, then looked back at the stars in the sky, remaining silent.

Seeing that Ye Fengsheng did not speak, the autumn felt a bit impatient. Of course, he knew that ancient people had their pride. Even a servant of ancient people could receive the most prominent treatment in the world, and the whispers of Ye Fengsheng inherited ancient people, naturally feeling dissatisfied.

Considering this, Qiu's eyes seemed quite dazzling along the way. He instructed Qiu Yun, saying, "Go apologize to Fengsheng."

The rhythm of autumn was incredible. He had never thought his father would let an inexperienced person apologize for such a trivial matter.

Then he turned and said, "No, I did nothing wrong."

The autumn became more spirited, reaching out to slam the table, not wanting the sound of Ye Fengsheng at this time to say, "Uncle Qiu, it's alright, these are small matters, I just watched this Spirit Mansion gathering."

Upon hearing these words, Mr. Qiu finally eased his resentment toward women, also unafraid of the shame inflicted by Ye Fengsheng's voice. He observed for a few minutes.

Conversely, the rhythm of autumn was looking at the voice of Ye Feng's tea, saying in my heart, "No kind intention."

Feeling the smooth flow of water and spiritual energy, the voice of Ye Feng agreed on a short and beautiful time, regarding it, "Uncle Qiu, this Spirit Mansion has not been maintained throughout the year, and its effectiveness is much worse than before."

He was busy in autumn for an hour, saying, "Fengsheng, do you know how to fight methods?"

Ye Fengsheng was not humble: "When I was among the people, I also read the album of combat methods. If Uncle Qiu trusts me, I can also repair it, but I wonder if there is good Jade Marrow at home."

"Yes, at that time it was left to my father by the Tea God, used to maintain the fighting method, but it was never used, because the time interval was too long, and we didn't understand the fighting method."

Qiu Qiuyun said, looking at him, "Quickly go fetch the brocade box."

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