ebookland Chapter 171 The Origin of An Wuhen
Chapter 171 The Origin of An Wuhen
Qian Shuishui scratched his head shyly.
At this time, Dongfang Qingshui on the side curled her lips and shouted, "Dad, please take a seat quickly! I'm almost starving!"
It seems that standing here and talking is a waste of time. What important thing must be said while standing?
Can't we just sit down and talk slowly?
Hearing his son's urging, Dongfang Qiong couldn't help but glare at her and snorted unhappily: "You stinky brat!"
But despite complaining, he finally walked towards his seat and slowly sat down.
When everyone saw Dongfang Qiong take his seat, they followed suit.
The banquet officially began, and for a while, there was constant drinking and laughter.
However, Dongfang Qingshui was eating until he felt drunk. He suddenly put down his chopsticks and looked at Dongfang Qiong and said, "Dad, I encountered a lot of trouble on the grassland this time."
Dongfang Qiong swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "Oh? Tell me about it."
Dongfang Qingshui was about to speak when Yu Jing coughed lightly and signaled him with her eyes not to talk about heavy things at the banquet.
Dongfang Qingshui had no choice but to shut up and eat.
After three rounds of drinks, Dongfang Yiba looked at Dongfang Qingmo and said earnestly, "Mo'er, don't think about leaving without saying goodbye like you did before. Your grandmother and your mother are worried sick."
Dongfang Qingmo replied respectfully, "Grandfather is right."
It's a special situation!
If there are special circumstances, she will do this~~
Compared to the harmonious and cheerful atmosphere on the other side, the atmosphere where Huangfu Yi was seemed a bit solemn and depressing.
Three people were sitting at the spacious dining table.
Huangfu Yu looked at Huangfu Yi with a loving expression. She reached out and picked up the serving chopsticks. She carefully picked up a large piece of tender and juicy meat from the plate and gently placed it in the bowl in front of Huangfu Yi. She said softly, "Yier, come here, eat more! You've lost weight recently."
Faced with Huangfu Yu's concern, Huangfu Yi just pursed his lips slightly, without showing any joy on his face.
Because at this moment, deep down in his heart, he was actually very reluctant to sit at this table and have dinner with Huangfu Ji.
You know, if Huangfu Ji hadn't mentioned the matter of An Wuhen before, Huangfu Yi probably wouldn't have sat here so reluctantly.
But at this moment, Huangfu Ji seemed to be completely unaware of Huangfu Yi's dissatisfaction. He just lowered his head and enjoyed the food in front of him as if no one was around.
Finally, Huangfu Yi could no longer suppress his anxiety. He slammed the chopsticks in his hand heavily on the table, making a crisp "pa" sound.
Then, he frowned and said to Huangfu Ji impatiently: "Okay, what's the matter? Tell me quickly, my time is precious."
After saying that, he crossed his arms and waited for the other party to speak.
Huangfu Ji slowly put the food in the bowl into his mouth, chewing each bite very carefully.
Finally, when the last grain of rice was swallowed, he slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand, making a slight sound.
"Would you like to eat something?" He raised his head and asked softly to the person sitting opposite him.
What he got was an expressionless face and a pair of cold eyes.
Huangfu Yi raised his eyes expressionlessly, staring straight at Huangfu Ji, without any intention of responding.
Huangfu Yu, who was standing by, saw this and quickly said, "Yi'er, your father really can't be blamed for that."
There was a hint of helplessness and persuasion in her tone.
Huangfu Yi snorted coldly and asked, "Who should I blame? Can I blame my mother?"
His voice was so cold that it made people feel cold in their hearts.
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore." Huangfu Ji frowned and interrupted impatiently, "Let's talk about An Wuhen."
For a moment, the whole room fell into silence and no one responded to Huangfu Ji's words.
Seeing this, Huangfu Ji no longer waited for others to speak and began to speak on his own: "Actually, An Wuhen should be more accurately called Huangfu Wuhen."
Hearing this, Huangfu Yi couldn't help but frown slightly.
For some reason, although there was no solid evidence before, he had already vaguely guessed this result deep in his heart.
There seemed to be some kind of connection between An Wuhen and himself, and now it seemed that this connection was much closer than he had imagined.
"This matter has to start from a thousand years ago..."
As he spoke, Huangfu Ji turned around, walked to the wall, reached out and pushed gently. Suddenly, a crack appeared in the originally flat and smooth wall, and then slowly unfolded into a secret compartment.
Huangfu Ji tiptoed to an ancient wooden box.
He carefully took an ancient book out of the box, his movements as gentle as if he were treating a rare treasure.
After gently picking up the ancient book, he blew away the thin layer of dust on the cover with great care, fearing that any slight force would damage the book.
After doing all this, Huangfu Ji slowly turned the pages of the book, and a stale smell came to his face.
His gaze fell on the lines of ancient text in the ancient book, and he read softly: "Thousands of years ago, the eldest son of the eighth generation of the Huangfu family was named Huangfu Yuming. This man was gifted but had evil intentions. He even secretly studied evil magic, violating the family's prohibitions. In the end, he was ruthlessly expelled from the family. However, although Huangfu Yuming was outwardly driven out of the family, he actually left his own bloodline behind. This son was named Huangfu Wuhen. He inherited his father's research on evil magic and improved it. This improved evil magic can absorb the essence of others to continuously strengthen its own strength, which is extremely harmful. Fortunately, later, the righteous man Mu Shixiu stepped forward and displayed his peerless magical powers to successfully seal the Eye of Heaven, which was used by him to commit evil."
Huangfu Yi stood aside and listened quietly, with a wave of shock in his heart.
He never expected that he and An Wuhen had such a deep connection.
For a time, all kinds of complicated emotions came to my mind.
At this moment, Huangfu Yu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly frowned and said, "But isn't An Wuhen already dead?!"
Huangfu Ji shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid things are not that simple..."
Huangfu Yu's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. She retorted, "How is this possible? We saw him reduced to ashes in that fierce battle with our own eyes!"
Faced with such strong questioning from his sister, Huangfu Ji just pursed his lips silently and did not say another word.
He knew very well that any words would be pale and powerless at this time, and the facts still needed further exploration and verification.