The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 721 Succession Ceremony
The boy was selected to enter the Ye family at the age of ten, and after cleaning his memory, he became a candidate for the extremely talented son-in-law of the Ye family.This was the first time in eight years that he was crying. He was no longer like a cold log, nor was he like a numb puppet. He was crying like a child with flesh and blood.

At this moment, after the tea was cold, An Mo dared to admit that he loved Ye Lingyin.

I met by chance on the street when I was young, and the girl was as delicate and lovely as a doll, and his figure was reflected in those eyes, which determined his voice from then on.

If it wasn't for the recovery of his memory, he might have followed the order willingly to marry Ye Lingyin. Her life in the Ye family was not easy, and she often stood in front of him with scars all over her eyes, but there was always only a smile in her eyes.

Just like that night when she was drugged by her mother, her complexion was abnormally red, and when she stood in front of her, she was still smiling.

I love her, otherwise how could I be easily subdued and forced with my own strength, and in the memory of that night, she was beautiful, desperate, and about to be destroyed.

There was tension between reason and emotion, and in the end he could only accept Ye Lingyin's confession before his death.

Her death paid for the lives of his family.

But his emotions had nowhere to rest.

Those good memories and throbbing heartbeats that he once had have become a heart-wrenching nightmare in the long years to come. How much he wished that he could die just like that.

I don't know how long I cried, and the oil-paper umbrella behind me stayed by my side until the Ye family rang the bell in front of the mountain. Only then did An Mo feel the hand on his shoulder exert some strength, and the cold voice came over, " Come help me."

Stay at Ye's house and help me.

There are too many people's fate and entanglements here, including Song Ye's, Ye Lingyin's, and An Mo's. They are all victims of the chair in the high position. Now that Ye Lingyin is dead, the dispute will not end.

Song Ye first came to power, and he needed a trusted person to assist him, and An Mo was the most suitable candidate.

The tears gradually stopped, An Mo looked up on his wet face, and saw Yunlong Feifeng's embroidered purple robe, and that face that was almost the same as Ye Lingyin's. His heart throbbed slightly, but he couldn't bear to look away.

At the moment when she handed over her hand, An Mo's life was also destined to walk with the girl in front of her, and in the next few decades, she witnessed the prosperity of the emperor built by the girl herself.

On the way back, the light rain gradually subsided. When the bell rang for the last time, there was already a glimmer of sunlight in the sky. The high-level officials of the seven major families had gathered around the altar of the Ye family, and the high platform surrounded by thousands of people was empty. And people's eyes are falling on the red carpet leading to the altar.

The disciples of the Ye family were the closest to the red carpet. I don't know why, but today's female disciples are extraordinarily well-dressed, and they almost stand out from the crowd with their makeup on.

And the faces of each of them are not pious, but they are smiling and not smiling, looking like they are watching a good show.

Today was supposed to be the most glorious day for the Patriarch, but these female disciples had seen Song Ye before. The pockmarked face and half of the red are still impressive. I am afraid that wearing a dragon robe does not look like a prince. It looks good and can't stand on the stage.

Coupled with their outstanding looks, the whole is ugly.

Everyone was gloating in their hearts, and stretched their necks looking forward to the moment when the protagonist appeared.

"Ah, it's out." Someone couldn't help but whispered, everyone's heads turned away, and a dark purple skirt came into sight at first glance. The gorgeous and complicated patterned fabric made women see I can't help feeling jealous.

It is a woman's nature to love beauty, but such a beautiful dress falls on an ugly body, it is simply reckless and outrageous.

The female disciples endured the sour emotions in their hearts, raised their eyes and scanned upwards, wanting to see how that nearly disfigured face could be made up.

A head of jet-black hair is coiled up high, and pearl hairpins fly into the temples with steps. The elegant and fair neck extends upwards. It is a fair and flawless face. Today's girl puts on light makeup, and the willow eyebrows are raised slightly, outlining a slightly sharp The aura of the woman is faintly stained with the majesty of a superior person, the porcelain white jade face is dotted with crimson lips, the corners of the thin mouth reveal a sharp arc, and the deep pupils can't see the bottom, as if looking down on the common people, anyone Can't look into the eyes.

The long trailing skirt swayed on the red carpet, and there was a faint fragrance in the air wherever it went, which was the smell brought by burning incense during the three-day fast.

"Ah, miss." Many female disciples exclaimed at the first glance, and then remembered that the occasion was wrong, and immediately covered their mouths, just staring at the passing in front of them with a pair of eyes. girl.

Followed by An Mo, who hadn't shown up for a long time, shaved his beard, and the young man still looked as cold as before. He was half a step behind Song Ye's side, like a silent guardian.

Except for the heads of the seven major families who responded as usual, all the onlookers present were inexplicably surprised.

From the eyes they looked at each other, they all saw each other's confusion.

Isn't Ye Lingyin dead?He was still buried in the Ye family's ancestral grave, why is Ye Lingyin coming out now?

No, the new Patriarch's name is Song Ye.

When everyone was caught in a cloud of fog, the girl slowly walked up to the altar, and the moment she was about to step up the stone steps, she turned her head to look at the new moon at the head of the disciples in the inner room, with a faint smile on her lips.

The latter looked at her in a trance, and then at the young man behind her, his eyes were dim and cast a layer of complicated colors.

When a shocking conspiracy was revealed that day, she witnessed the whole process as a bystander. Seeing Ye Lingyin go crazy, burst into tears, and finally begged for death, the hatred that had been hidden in her heart for many years also dissipated.

No one can tell whose fault it is in all of this.

She was unprepared for Song Ye's position today, especially Song Ye, who was so well dressed, reminded her of the dead crazy Ye Lingyin, and also of Ye Meijing.

I hope that that chair won't make Song Ye lose his mind as well.

The long skirt spread over the stone steps, and slowly climbed to the high place, until standing in front of the altar, Song Ye turned to face the seven families below, his eyes were arrogant and lonely, and his calm momentum shocked the scene, "Today, I, Song Ye Deng The position of the head of the Ye Family will be under my control from now on, and the Ye family will be under my control. With the Tiger Talisman as evidence, the Hu Ye Family will prosper for a hundred years. From today on, my orders are the rules. Those who do not obey the orders will be killed. . Those who disobey the dispatcher will be killed. Those who betray the Ye family will be killed."

(End of this chapter)