Chapter 1911

Hearing what Ye Lingtian said, Zheng Xueyu raised her eyebrows, and replied calmly: "Anyway, I am also the daughter of the former patriarch, and I have a place in the Zheng family."

Being at the mercy of others like duckweed, it is better not to have this place.

"I'm used to staying with the eldest lady all these years."

Ye Lingtian looked down at the brand new shirt, and said softly: "If you want to go, you have to wait until the eldest lady has a place to go."

"I have settled down recently."

Zheng Xueyu turned her head to look at Ye Lingtian, and persuaded in a good voice: "It's good if you leave early, they dare to hit you hard this time, and there will definitely be a second time in the future."

Ye Lingtian grinned, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "I've suffered a disadvantage this time, so it's fine if I don't get too emotional next time?"

Zheng Xueyu frowned: "Forbearance with a knife on the prefix, you can endure it once, twice or three times, you can't bear it all the time."

"All gods are angry, let alone a man who is eight feet tall?"

"Just like yesterday, didn't you and Shunzi couldn't hold back?"

Ye Lingtian looked at Zheng Xueyu's cold face, couldn't help but think of Qin Xueying, and said with a smile: "I couldn't help it because I thought my cultivation was about to reach that of a monk, but I didn't think it would be worse."

"Shut up!" Zheng Xueyu patted the table and stood up.

"What cultivator? Get rid of that thought quickly! If you continue like this, you won't be able to live well in the secular world!"

This Zheng Xueyu is more brain-dead than Xueying!

Ye Lingtian paused for a moment, and said very firmly: "I'm not wishful thinking, but I feel that the speed of my cultivation has been rising in a straight line recently, and my comprehension has gradually become stronger..."

"You still say?!"

Zheng Xueyu scolded, pointed at Ye Lingtian's jade finger and trembled, her eyes were red with anger.

"It was this idea that almost killed you! You have passed through the gate of hell, and you still don't change!"

Ye Lingtian was too lazy to continue arguing with Zheng Xueyu, closed his eyes, and said softly: "Time will prove everything, Missy doesn't believe me, there is nothing I can do."

Seeing that Ye Lingtian was so stubborn, Zheng Xueyu was out of breath, and said coldly: "Success! You are capable, anyway, monks are always masters wherever they go, why stay at Zheng's house?"

"Tomorrow, I will tell the patriarch that I will give you freedom and make a big splash!"

Ye Lingtian looked at Zheng Xueyu quietly, and said in a deep voice, "I will not leave the Zheng family. If you stay at the Zheng family for one day, I will stay at the Zheng family for one day."

"This is my promise to the patriarch, if you drive me out of the Zheng family, you will let me die!"

Zheng Xueyu looked Ye Lingtian up and down, and felt that the man in front of him was very strange, and Ye Lingtian would never talk to him in such a tone before.

Look at Ye Lingtian's eyes again, those extremely clear eyes before have become unfathomable now.

Could it be that his temperament has changed after suffering such a catastrophe?

"I am the master, you are a slave, you have no right to speak!" Zheng Xueyu regretted the words as soon as she spoke.

In name, Zheng Xueyu is indeed the master, but in fact, she has treated Ye Lingtian as her elder brother all these years.

Ye Lingtian is the only one who treats her sincerely in the Zheng family of Nuo Da, and also Zheng Xueyu's only reliance in the Zheng family.

This may sound like a joke, but it is an ironclad fact.

Without Ye Lingtian's careful care, it's hard to say what Zheng Xueyu would be like.

Ye Lingtian picked up a towel and wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"I don't care about Shangyin City or the Eastern Continent. There is no distinction between master and servant in this courtyard. I have my own choice and my own dignity."

Zheng Xueyu's eyes widened, and she felt that Ye Lingtian in front of her was very strange, but... Isn't he doing what he wanted?

Zheng Xueyu was very happy, but unfortunately, like Qin Xueying, Zheng Xueyu was so cold that she couldn't see any expression fluctuations on her face.

"Do you know how rebellious your words are just now?" Zheng Xueyu walked to the door and asked Ye Lingtian back.

"I don't know, I just know that you need me in Zheng's house."

Ye Lingtian looked up at Zheng Xueyu, and said word by word: "Don't worry about my injury, I can take care of it. From now on, we will have a new beginning in Zheng's family."

"A new start is not important, the important thing is that you are alive, I will come to see you tomorrow!"

Zheng Xueyu opened the door, looked at the snowy sky, and drifted away.

It was dawn, and the snow was still falling.

Before Zheng Xueyu got up from the bed, there was a knock on the door.

Zheng Xueyu frowned, and opened the door: "You should recuperate."

"The injury can't be healed by sitting on the bed. Occasional activities will be of great benefit to the recovery of the injury."

As Ye Lingtian said, he put the food on the table one after another, and smiled at Zheng Xueyu: "Hurry up and try my cooking."

Zheng Xueyu looked at the food on the table and said in a clear voice, "Put your wrist on the table."

"Wait for me to put the dishes away."

Ye Lingtian finished tidying up, sat down, and smiled broadly.

"I got up early and made a meal, and I feel much better than yesterday."

Zheng Xueyu didn't talk nonsense with Ye Lingtian, she lightly pressed her small hand towards her wrist, her black eyebrows condensed into a line.

Ye Lingtian withdrew his arm and handed the chopsticks to Zheng Xueyu: "I didn't lie to you, my cultivation has really improved by leaps and bounds, and I don't know why there is such a change."

"Okay, don't worry about this, how about trying today's meal?"

Zheng Xueyu didn't reach out to pick it up, a few traces of sadness suddenly appeared on her cold face.

"Before, you wouldn't sit down and eat with me."

Ye Lingtian's face was suffocated: "Uh, the past was the past, and the present is the present."

Zheng Xueyu looked down at her feet, bit her red lips and said, "Your celestial power was not so strong before."

Ye Lingtian forced a smile on his face and explained in a low voice.

"I really don't know what happened to me..."

"You are not Ye Lingtian!"

Zheng Xueyu looked up at Ye Lingtian, and asked word by word: "Who the hell are you?"

Ye Lingtian almost threw his head on the table: "Miss, your mind jumps too fast, I can't keep up."

Zheng Xueyu's eye circles were red, and she fixed her cold eyes on Ye Lingtian.

"Is the Ye Lingtian I knew dead? Are you the soul of an expert attached to him?"

This Zheng Xueyu is too shrewd.

Ye Lingtian placed the chopsticks sideways in front of Zheng Xueyu, and said slowly: "The me you see now is indeed different from before, that's because I wandered around the gate of hell."

"Wandering around the gate of hell alone, there will always be changes after waking up."

Zheng Xueyu looked at the chopsticks in front of her, and finally relaxed her extremely tense nerves.

She picked up a piece of stir-fried broccoli, chewed it lightly in her mouth, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"How many times have I told you not to be so bland, but you just don't listen, and you can't always go along with my taste."

Zheng Xueyu said so, took Ye Lingtian's empty bowl, picked up a few pieces of braised pork, and pushed it in front of Ye Lingtian.

Ye Lingtian looked at the braised pork in the bowl, and said with a sneer, "Is Miss still testing me?"

Zheng Xueyu replied in a clear voice, "What do you mean?"

"I used to obviously not eat this bowl of braised pork."

Ye Lingtian picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork, and ate it.

"Now I will eat, because I said last night that in this courtyard, there will be no distinction between master and servant from now on."

Zheng Xueyu stood up and walked into the boudoir. After a while, she took out a wooden box and gently placed it on the table.

Ye Lingtian looked at Zheng Xueyu in confusion: "What are you going to do?"

"Right now, in the Zheng family, no one will teach you high-level mental methods."

"Since that's the case, take this mental method, anyway, it's useless to me."

Zheng Xueyu pushed the wooden box towards Ye Lingtian.

Ye Lingtian looked at the wooden box and smiled at Zheng Xueyu: "The reason why they force you so much is because of this method."

Zheng Xueyu said stubbornly: "If they don't follow father's path, father's comprehension will naturally not be entrusted to them."

"I will entrust this method to you, and if my father has a spirit in heaven, he will agree."

Ye Lingtian shook his head and pushed the wooden box back.

"Every man is innocent, but he is guilty. Don't you think that giving me this idea is harming me?"

"Who will believe that I will hand over the mental method to you?" Zheng Xueyu pushed the mental method over again.

Ye Lingtian sighed, and smiled at Zheng Xueyu: "Everyone has his own way, and this understanding of cultivation may not be suitable for me."

Zheng Xueyu was jealous of Daimei: "If you haven't cultivated, how do you know it's not suitable?"

"It's still the same sentence, because I walked through the gate of hell once!"

Ye Lingtian picked up the wooden box, held it in both hands and bowed, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss."

Seeing Ye Lingtian's stubbornness, Zheng Xueyu whispered, "I'll keep this method for now, and let me know when you want to read it."

When Zheng Xueyu entered the room with the wooden box, Ye Lingtian suddenly said, "Miss, how much savings do you have?"

Zheng Xueyu paused, then looked back at Ye Lingtian: "Is it useful?"

Ye Lingtian nodded.

Not long after, Zheng Xueyu came out from the boudoir and put twenty silver coins on the table.

In the Zheng family, not to mention the direct line, even the direct line servants, their savings are calculated in gold coins. As the only daughter of the former patriarch, all the savings add up to only twenty coins, which is really a great irony.

Ye Lingtian picked up the ten silver coins and smiled at Zheng Xueyu, "I'll go to Wandantang to buy some herbs later."

"Take it all, and don't tell me what you're going to do."

Zheng Xueyu picked up the chopsticks, and said while eating, "The day after tomorrow the housekeeper will send next month's bills, we will be as long as we don't starve to death."

Ye Lingtian was also polite, put the remaining silver coins into his pocket, and smiled gratefully at Zheng Xueyu: "Thank you Miss."

"Eat." Zheng Xueyu tapped the plate with chopsticks, "It's cold, the food will be cold."

After the meal, Ye Lingtian was about to clean up the dishes, but Zheng Xueyu stopped Ye Lingtian, meaning to hurry to Wandantang to buy herbs, the important thing is to heal the wound.

If it was Ye Lingtian before, he would definitely have shirked it, but now, Ye Lingtian has no intention of shirking it.

The situation is actually more severe than imagined. If the Zheng family can attack Zheng Xueyu's servants, who knows what else they can do next, so it is very important to quickly increase their strength.

The heavy snow was still falling, and when Ye Lingtian came out from the back door, the guards of the Zheng family looked at Ye Lingtian as if they had seen a ghost.

Shunzi punched him in the heart, this kid won't die, his life is too big, right?