The capital city, the imperial city of Yanjing for hundreds of years, can be described as a place where dragons and tigers are hidden.

Dongcheng District, a closed-end old alley area, is located in many private manors and courtyards, with blue bricks and green tiles, and the ancient charm remains.

In Yanjing, where every inch of land is valuable, such a large area of ​​old hutongs is measured by money, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is a sky-high price.

This old Hutong area is not open to the public, but it is famous throughout Yanjing for no reason. The people living inside are all big names, the only few founding fathers and some old men.

If you have an old man in the family, like a treasure, in a very high circle, this sentence is the most realistic. Whether it is a few leaders in the court or some military tycoons holding military power, the final success or failure of a game is usually based on these old men.

What ordinary people don’t know is that many big people with high appearance rates come to this alley area and regard themselves as juniors, and often come to discuss family affairs and national affairs with some old men...

Of course, in order to protect these national-level "treasures", both political and military circles have put in effort and used all kinds of means. Entering and leaving this area is no simpler than entering and leaving Zhongnanhai, or even more stringent.

Laohutong District, at the center of the center, has a large area of ​​private manor, with a small garden, artificial lake and courtyard house.

In the courtyard, in the main house, the tea fragrance lingers, and the sound of "pop" sounds are heard from time to time.

"Old Jing, sometimes I really envy you, stay away from Yanjing and be free and easy in Jiuquan City..." A slightly old voice sounded.

"Haha, what's there to envy? In comparison, I envy the old monk Huiyue for truly seeing through the world." Old Jing chuckled.

On the couch in the main room, two old men sat cross-legged, among them, a chessboard was placed with black and white chess pieces, black pieces were like ink, white pieces were like teeth, extraordinary.

"Master Huiyue, there are hundreds of millions of ordinary people in the world, and how many people have seen through the world. I can't do it, and you can't do it, hahaha..." A chubby old man sat opposite Mr. Jing, with a rosy face and gray hair, but his eyes were very bright and he had no turbid feeling at all.

Mr. Jing picked up a white piece and placed it on the chessboard: "Lao Feng, you are wrong. No matter whether you see through it or not, you will eventually turn into a pile of loess. As for whether you see through it, what's the point? If you see through the world and become an immortal, I will see through it without eating or sleeping."

"Hahaha, it's right, it's right." The old man named "Lao Feng" by Mr. Jing laughed a few times, stared at the chessboard, and fell a black spot with his own hands.

Old Jing frowned slightly, stared at the black and white pieces on the chessboard, and finally showed a smile: "It's been so many years, your chess style has not changed."

"It is easy to change the country and the original surname is hard to change, and the same is true for chess style." The old man picked up a cup of tea and drank: "Lao Jing, this time I came to the capital, I will stay for more days. Let's have a good discussion on chess skills."

Old Jing put down another white piece and glanced at the old man: "You are not going to have any ideas."

"Cough cough..." The old man covered his surname Qing and coughed a few times, and said with a smile: "You old guy, your head is still so smart."

"If it's not easy, I won't dare to come to your house. Tell me, what are your ideas?"

"Old Jing, Feng Lin, have you seen it." The old man put down his teacup and twisted up the black spots.

"I have seen your grandson, a talented person, and a bright future." Mr. Jing was not stingy with his praise, and the truth was the same.

"I like that girl Belle very much~ and my Liner also has some meaning to Belle. Look, let's be the old man and let's get some match."

Mr. Jing looked at the old man, picked up the tobacco pipe, took a few sips, but didn't say anything for a long time.

"Can you do it? You're just giving me a message." The old man asked impatiently.

"No." Mr. Jing refused without hesitation.

"Why." The old man glared at his eyes, unable to guess why Mr. Jing refused, and it was so straightforward.

Mr. Jing put down his tobacco pipe and drank another sip of tea: "Because Belle already has someone he likes."

"Who is it?" the old man was stunned again.

"My grandson, Xiao Feng."

"..." The old man stopped talking, sighed for a long time, and smiled bitterly: "You will get the moon first when you get close to the water."

"Haha, if you mentioned this half a year ago, maybe I would try my best to match it. Now, forget it, I'm too lazy to care about young people's affairs."

The old man nodded slowly. Since Jing Beier already had someone he liked, he would not force him anymore. However, he still asked: "Lao Jing, to be honest, which one is better, your grandson or my grandson."

Mr. Jing was happy: "The lice on the monk's head is obvious, of course my grandson."

"..." The old man was speechless. How could this old guy be so shameless? "You have to give me a reason, otherwise I won't follow."

"Feng Lin, in terms of appearance, is not inferior to my grandson; in terms of ability, is not inferior to my grandson; in terms of skill, is not inferior to my grandson..." Mr. Jing thought for a while and said.

"Where is the worse than Xiao Feng?"

"Bing's surname and ambition."

“…”

"To put it bluntly, before Feng Lin was born, you have set a road ahead for him, and it is a smooth road..."

"That's right."

"But where is my grandson, I have never interfered with his future. He can develop as much as he wants. Haha, I am a free-range method, and you are a captive... Also a tiger and lion, what's stronger, do you think?"

After hearing Mr. Jing's words, the old man fell into deep thought and did not speak anymore.

"Lao Feng, that boy Afeng graduated from high school and registered in college, and then entered the military industry by himself. During this period, I never intervened once. He was in trouble. He was in trouble. Yes, he suffered a lot of crimes, stabbed by his companions, passed through his shoes by his superiors, and even finally he was knocked out of the military industry by his bridge..."

Mr. Jing's face was already gloomy, with no smile at all, and his tone became cold: "But, as long as others don't die, everything will be recovered sooner or later. Lao Feng, we have a different relationship. I'll give you a truth. This time I come to the capital, I'm here to seek justice for my grandson."

When the old man heard Mr. Jing's words, his hand holding the chess piece trembled: "Old Jing, you...why are you doing this?"

"Why, hum..." Old Jing snorted, but his eyes appeared before him. Xiao Feng returned to Taohua Hutong for the first time after four years...

Xiao Feng knelt into the main hall, but Old Jing said nothing; when he saw the scars on Xiao Feng's body, Old Jing said nothing, but his heart was trembling... At that time, he had a thought to seek justice for his grandson.

Because the situation in the capital has been turbulent, Mr. Jing has been suppressing it until now. Now, he has accompanied Xiao Feng to the capital through the matter of "Zhuge Xin" and is preparing to seek justice for him.

This time, Mr. Jing wanted to see if he was there, who would dare to bully his grandson again. As he said, as long as a person does not die, the old debt will be collected sooner or later. It is natural.

"Old Jing, we are all old..." The old man sighed and shook his head.

Old Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the old man: "If you are old, so what? They can treat Zhuge Xin as a gun. I have no objection, but my grandson cannot."

"Old Jing, if Xiao Feng and Zhuge Xin get into trouble, there will be too many interests involved. In the past two years, Zhuge Xin has gradually become fuller and more difficult to control, just like..."

"Just like Xiao Feng two years ago, isn't it?" Old Jing said bluntly.

"Oh..." the old man sighed.

"Lao Feng, I can agree to reduce the struggle between the two to the minimum and participate in this bet. However, if I notice something bad afterwards, don't blame me for not caring for many years." Old Jing said coldly.

"With you and Nangong Ji here, who can play any tricks? However, no matter who wins, they will have to participate in a top-secret mission in the end."

"Task, hum, I'm not interested. As long as I prove that the grandson I have raised is better than anyone else, I'm helping him get his old debts and justice, that's fine." Old Jing's tone was not allowed to be discussed.

Originally, Mr. Jing wanted Xiao Feng to seek justice by himself, but no one knew Xiao Feng better than him. He was still accurate in terms of justice. It was difficult to make him fight against certain circles, and he would not do it.

Since Xiao Feng is not strong and unwilling to do it now, Mr. Jing did it for him. It’s a pity that his grandson, Jing Moxian, never eats such things.

"Old Jing, we are so old, so don't have a fight for the urgency. Since you have agreed to narrow the scope to the minimum level, why bother to worry about anything else? Although Xiao Feng was forced out of the military and even went to poker back then, that was also a task, right?"

"Bad, don't think I don't know anything." Old Jing was uneasy: "Lao Feng, why didn't you let your grandson go to poker? You didn't go to the death for a lifetime, and you went to the water and the fire."

"Well, my grandson didn't enter the military..." The old man smiled bitterly: "If the country needs it, I will definitely be fine."

"Come on, don't those old guys above want to control the poker? I guess, the poker's civil strife is the ghost they created. A Feng entered the poker and took up the position step by step, and brought in many people. Now that group of people have become the mainstay of the poker and have the right to speak, so..." Old Jing said sarcastically.

Lao Feng smiled even harder, and he knew that he could not hide it from this old friend. There was no way to let the country need it. The interests of the country are greater than everything.

"Lao Feng, don't tell me the nonsense of "national interests are more than anything else". Once the struggle between Afeng and Zhuge Xin is over, I will help him get justice and collect the old debts. We will get out of the capital and not play with you."

"Old Jing, Lao Jing, alas..." The old man sighed, not knowing how to persuade Lao Jing. After all, the matter was done by the power-controlled figures in some departments that were not authentic.
Chapter completed!