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This sudden idea made Bei Tanghe both surprised and delighted, holding the nuclear crisp in his hand, walking up and down on the clean floor, chanting, seemingly preoccupied.

He was surprised because he never thought that Meng Zhao would take the initiative to show his favor to him, and even cooperate with him and form an alliance.

The reason is very simple. He slapped Meng Zhao fiercely during the night banquet at the palace that day, almost making him unable to step down, and even risking his reputation being ruined.

The follow-up development was also as he expected. Meng Zhao really opposed him in everything, obviously out of anger.

Not to mention that after that, Meng Zhao became the person jointly recommended by the big and small forces in Lingwu City to compete with him for the military power of the Yangwu Army, which made him toss and turn and feel uneasy.

Such a relationship, if it were Meng Zhao's point of view, he would never take the initiative to repair it.

Few young and vigorous people like this can tolerate backing down. Their personality is full of vigor, bravery and fearlessness.

But now it seems that he underestimated the world-renowned Dragon King of Beimeng. The other party can endure what people can't. He is definitely a ruthless character. It's not because of his martial arts, but because of his forbearance and decisiveness.

In his heart, Bei Tanghe wanted to promote this kind of relationship with each other, but if it really happened, then he turned his head to deal with it. The one who was deceived was the royal family of Yujing City. The matter was of great importance. Don't dare to decide for yourself.

Thinking of this, Beitanghe didn't hesitate anymore, put the crumbled nuclear crisps back into the gift box, modified it a little, then carried the box and hurried to the pavilion where Beitangang was.

Although the heavy snow had stopped at this time, the weather was still extremely cold, the cold wind was howling, blowing on people's faces, it hurt like a knife cutting, even Beitanghe had deep internal energy, he felt very uncomfortable.

When I got outside the pavilion, I saw a few guards in the palace wearing heavy armor and iron helmets, standing like statues on both sides, guarding the inside and outside, and there were snow-white mist when breathing. out, creating a different scene on this midwinter day.

Their faces, due to long-term erosion by wind and snow, have become extremely rough and bright red, and the palms holding weapons also have a lot of chilblains, dead sores, and calluses.

This is a group of loyal guards who have been guarding the royal family since their ancestors. They are called dead warriors in the inner circle. They have been cultivated from generation to generation. They are people who can really risk their lives to protect the royal family.

It is a pity that such a warrior can be described as mighty, but unfortunately, the smell of delicious food and the unbridled laughter from the pavilion broke the cold atmosphere and tone created by the dead warriors in the palace, making Bei Tanghe lament for a while.

His father is really a model of no ambition, and also synonymous with alcoholism and lust.

Practicing martial arts since childhood is afraid of suffering, and I am not interested in learning prose, that is to say, I can't succeed in prose and martial arts. Among the royal family, apart from the blood shed on my body, it is basically worthless.

What he likes most in his life are good wine, food, and beauties, that is to say, he was born in the royal family. If his family background is a little more ordinary, he is a prodigal son, completely incompetent and incompetent.

Fortunately, although this father is absurd, he is not tyrannical, and he is very tolerant, and he is kind to others, which is not bad.

For example, after coming to Lingwu City, the authority was delegated, and most of the affairs inside and outside the mansion were handled by the eldest son Bei Tanghe, which shows his character.

Sometimes Bei Tanghe wondered if he, the father, would be able to secure a place with rich wealth and a dense population, if he was a king with a little bit of strength, and he wouldn't have to be bullied in this ghostly place.

And he may also be able to get the attention of the elders of the royal family, and really get important.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in the world, and these thoughts can only be thoughts in his heart forever.

First of all, filial piety is the first, and there is no wrong parent in the world. If Beitang He dares to complain and not allow the world to condemn him, those old guys in the royal family will be able to take his skin off.

Returning to reality, suppressing all kinds of distracting thoughts, Bei Tanghe sighed, stepped forward and said a few words to the leading warrior, and saw the warrior backing away, shaking a thin rope on the front eaves of the downstairs pavilion, and followed The string trembled, and there was a melodious and crisp bell sound.

Beitang Ang, who was having fun, took a while before shouting,

"What's the matter, come in and tell me!"

Bei Tanghe sighed, shook his head, cupped his hands at these dead men, and pushed open the door to enter the pavilion.

I saw brightly lit candles, luxurious decoration, gold and silver utensils scattered everywhere, bright pearls and emerald jades...

Beitanghe didn't go up, but sat down on a big chair made of gold.

Close your eyes and meditate, ponder over difficult problems, and wait quietly for Beitang to come down.

He knows his father best, but he knows what the other party is doing above.

There are more filthy and unsightly places inside, so he doesn't want to go up, just wait here.

After a while, Bei Tang Ang came down wearing a pair of very avant-garde shorts, with his chest bare and his back bare, his face still blushing, and a choking smell of alcohol instantly filled the space on the floor. You can see how much he drank.

While walking, he was still swearing, very uncomfortable.

Seeing Beitanghe sitting on the big golden chair, Beitang didn't make a fuss, and rushed over angrily, grabbed Beitanghe, kicked him symbolically, and said angrily,

"You son of a bitch, if you don't rest in your own room at night, what are you doing here?"

It's no wonder he was so angry, he was interrupted when he was having fun with some beauties just now.

Although the people below just rang the bell and didn't say a word.

But he knew very well that in the entire Yanping County Prince's Mansion, except for his own son, no one dared to disturb his good affairs.

He also values ​​this son, even if he is reluctant, he can only accept it, put on his pants, and run over to see what kind of plane this kid is doing.

Unexpectedly, this kid pretended to be deep there, which directly made him angry and reprimanded him.

Then, he sat on the big golden chair by himself. After a while, he felt a little uncomfortable, got up and came to another chair covered with thick leather, and his face was relieved.

Beitanghe didn't get angry, but just glanced at Beitang Ang's slightly sunken and dark eye circles, as well as the few strands of white hair on his temples, and advised,

"Father, my son, you should restrain yourself a little bit. Such excessive drinking and sex will do great harm to your body."

I don't know how many times I have said these words. If I could listen, I would have listened to it a long time ago. Would I still wait until now?
Bei Tang Ang waved his hand, but he scolded Fang Qiu a little more, which was completely different from the performance in the night banquet, and said disdainfully,
"What does Lao Tzu do for you?
There is wine today and drunk today, if people are not happy, what is the point of living?
It's you, who interrupt my interest, have something to say, have to fart, and don't have so much time to spend nonsense with you. "