No matter what, the emperor finally coaxed him back.

Emperor Taikang quietly left Duke Chen's mansion surrounded by Xiao Zheng and others. However, the emperor left, but Li Xin did not leave because he was worried that something might happen to Ye Sheng in the yard, so he covered one eye and moved a chair at the door of the yard to guard it.

Ye Lin was greatly moved and asked someone to find an ice bag to put it on Li Xin's eyes. Then, he ignored the guests in the hospitality and also moved a chair next to Li Xin and stood at the door of the yard.

Marquis Jing'an applied the ice pack with his hands and felt much more comfortable.

Ye Lin sat next to him, and saw Li Xin's appearance, and sighed slightly: "Is this injury you made by Chang'an yourself?"

Li Xin forced a smile.

"How did the senior brother know that it was not Master Ye who beat him?"

Ye Lin shook his head and spoke slowly: "My father does like to hit people. People in the family, from eldest brothers to dead second and third brothers, to me and Ye Mao, have been beaten by him, but my father is only so strict with his own flesh and blood. He has never seen him beat outsiders in decades."

"Even the servants and maids in the family, my father has never taken action."

After applying it for a while, Li Xin felt a little more comfortable, then put down the ice pack, looked up at the yard in front of him, and sighed.

"Master Ye... was losing his temper with the Ji family. He has been holding this tone in his heart for more than forty years."

Li Xin did not accept Ye Lin's words. The reason why he did this was purely for the honorific, not for the sake of loving the Ye family, nor for moving Ye Lin or Ye Ming.

If this matter is said to be open, the taste will change. He disdained this, so he changed the topic directly.

Speaking of this, Marquis Jing'an said with concern: "If you keep this tone in your heart, Master Ye should not be in any danger. What you are most afraid of is that he will make this tone..."

This is how the old man is. Sometimes something is kept in his heart, which will make him live longer. If this matter is gone, maybe he will be gone.

When Ye Lin heard this, his worries in his eyes became even more serious, but he was also a member of the army. He knew very well that his father did not want to be disturbed or interrupted now.

After Li Xin was silent for a while, he spoke, "Senior brother, otherwise you would let your two sons give it a try, Master Ye might listen to them."

Ye Lin is already forty years old this year, so he naturally has a son, and he has two sons and two daughters. However, this young man Ye Si was quite lying when he was young and got married late. Until now, the oldest of his two sons in his family is only twelve or thirteen years old.

Old Man Ye has always liked his two young grandsons. The most obvious evidence is that he has beaten his eldest grandson Ye Mao since he was a child, but he has never beaten any of these two young grandsons.

Ye Lin hesitated for a moment and nodded, "I'll go and let them come."

………

Finally, the eighteen old men in the yard, from the morning to the afternoon, after several people took turns to persuade them, and the seventeen old men led by Wang Zhong were also worried about Ye Sheng's health, and the banquet came to an end.

Old Man Ye's face was like a monkey's butt. With Wang Zhong's support, he stood up staggeringly and raised the wine bowl in his hand.

"Old guys..."

This former war god of Great Jin was a little unclear. He paused for a while, then faced north and slowly poured a bowl of wine in his hand on the ground.

"We...don't drink this bowl of wine, and give it to the young brothers who died in northern Xinjiang forty years ago..."

At the beginning, the Northern Expedition achieved brilliant results, but this result was not without a price. After eight years of the Northern Expedition, batches of soldiers from Dajin supported the Northern Line. During these eight years, hundreds of thousands of people died in the Northern Xinjiang!

The territory in the north is now conquered when the Emperor Wu Ji Mu hollowed out the Great Jin Dynasty.

Ye Sheng’s road to the north was paved with bones.

After hearing Ye Sheng's words, the other seventeen old soldiers all burst into tears, all facing north, poured the strong wine in their hands on the ground.

Only Ye Sheng did not cry, but instead grinned.

"Brothers, don't cry. This bowl of wine will warm their stomachs first. After a few days, we will all go down and have a few meals with them!"

In the entire capital, only Ye Sheng, who is now eighty years old, can say such free and easy words.

Seventeen old soldiers, all of whom were red in their eyes, said, "Mr. Ye is talking about..."

Li Xin and Ye Lin stood beside him, and when they saw this scene, they felt quite touched.

Both of them were considered military and had led soldiers outside. They understood this kind of charisma more than anyone else.

But no matter what, this matter cannot continue.

In the end, Li Xin came forward to be the evil man. He greeted Wang Zhong first, and then took the seventeen old soldiers out of Ye Sheng's yard.

If they don’t go out, Old Man Ye will not stop.

After all the seventeen people walked out, Li Xin thought of going out and sent them all to their respective homes. Old Man Ye, who was already drunk, was sitting on the recliner with his eyes closed, but suddenly spoke.

"Chang'an."

Li Xin stopped, turned around and walked to Ye Sheng, squatted down, and whispered: "Master Ye, you said."

"You go and give them some money and try to make these old brothers feel more comfortable."

Old Man Ye did not open his eyes and said as if he was muttering.

"I'll give it to them, they won't want it."

If Ye Sheng gave them money, these people would not only not want it, but would instead think that Marshal Ye was insulting them. If Marshal Ye’s disciple Li Xin came forward, the matter would be much more gentle.

After hearing this, Li Xin realized that the old man had never been drunk.

He smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, Master Ye, I will do it."

Ye Sheng burped, opened his mouth and spit out a strong smell of alcohol. Then he slowly opened his eyes and saw the black green on Li Xin's left eye.

"Is it my own?"

Li Xin did not answer directly, but just smiled.

"It'll be fine in two days."

Old man Ye lay on the lounge chair and sighed.

"You have the intention."

Marquis Jing'an lowered his eyebrows and said, "A disciple should do what he should do. His disciples have ever undertaken Master Ye. Those who can help the Ye family will definitely help."

Old man Ye lay on the lounge chair without moving, but grinned.

"It's a pity that you are not really the fifth brother of the Ye family, otherwise this family business would not be given to that boy Ye Mao."

Li Xin got up and wanted to arrange the affairs of the old men. As soon as he got up and walked a few steps, he suddenly thought of something. He turned around and still squatted beside Old Man Ye's recliner, with a solemn expression.

"Master Ye, there is a rule in my hometown in Yongzhou."

Ye Sheng said lightly: "What rules?"

"The person who named the doll must be present when arresting Zhou, otherwise the doll will have a life-long life."

Marquis Jing'an was surprisingly serious and whispered: "You have named Ping'er and you have to preside over his arrest..."

Li Xin himself is not considered a serious Yongzhou native, so this rule was naturally fabricated. However, he realized something was wrong with Ye Sheng. In addition, the old man liked his youngest son Li Ping, so he made up such a lie and wanted to find another sustenance for the old man.

Old man Ye showed a smile on his face.

"I try to..."
Chapter completed!