surnamed Wang

Chapter 370
The young man cried and fussed for a while, and finally remembered the business. He pushed away the servants around him, stepped forward quickly, and kicked out with a provocative kick.

Although Wang Gangquan appeared to be careless throughout the whole process, he had been paying attention to the boy's movements. Seeing him "killing the chicken" at this moment, he stepped on his feet, pulled away and came behind the opponent in an instant, and then under the surprised eyes of everyone, came a "Mei Kai Er" degree", showing the boy's buttocks again.

At this moment, the young man still kept raising his legs. That nasty guy suddenly disappeared from his eyes, which already made him stunned for a moment. Now, the coolness coming from his lower body made him know exactly what happened.

I'm afraid that my image will be ruined, and I won't be able to hold my head up for the rest of my life.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't restrain himself any longer, and burst into tears. Wang Gingquan looked at the other party's aggrieved appearance, and was thinking about whether he had acted too outdated, but heard the other party say:
"Bastard, I want Xiaobu to report to the imperial court and punish your nine clans."

Hearing the words, Wang Gangquan's original feeling of guilt disappeared, and he said coldly:
"Boy, do you know who you're talking to?"

The sudden change of the other party surprised the young man, and he even forgot to cry. At this moment, an anxious voice came:

"My lord, calm down."

……

Wang Gingquan looked back, and he appeared in the long corridor in blue clothes, followed by several Nanmen people dressed in brocade clothes.

The woman in Tsing Yi with Tsing in her name first gave a soft salute to Wang Quanquan, and then said:
"This child is too spoiled, please don't blame the prince, we will strictly discipline him later."

Wang Gangquan didn't let the woman in front of him have a similar name to his beloved woman, and continued to say with a cold face:

"This is not something that can be justified by being pampered. He just said that he wanted to kill the king and the nine clans. It is a well-known fact that the children in Beijing are domineering, but there are very few who dare to speak nonsense.

No matter how much this Mr. Nanmen Fuyun makes trouble in private at home on weekdays, the king will not ask about it, but I have to advise the Nanmen girl, the more powerful you are, the more cautious you should be in your words and deeds. "

At first, the woman was still listening carefully, but later on, her expression gradually became a little strange, until Wang Gangquan finished speaking, the woman hesitated and said:

"My lord may have misunderstood. This is not the little girl's younger brother Nanmen Fuyun, but the most senior grandpa of Nanmen, Nanmen Gu."

"Master?"

Wang Gingquan looked at the young man with doubts on his face. If it was normal, this cheap young man would definitely not let him go, and he would respond to everything he said.But he is stubborn and afraid of violence. The boy who is used to being arrogant at home on weekdays, when he meets a guy who calls himself "the king", he can naturally weigh it. child.

……

While the two were talking, several elders in the mansion also came out, and after learning the whole story from the servants, each of them smiled wryly or felt helpless.

A middle-aged man with slightly white temples stepped forward, bowed to Wang Quanquan and said:

"After Xia Nanmen Patriarch, Nanmenhou, see the Eighth Prince, I have heard about the matter. It is true that the Nanmen family is wrong. I have already arranged a banquet to make amends, and I ask the prince to show his face."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he winked at the young man who had to call his ancestors. The latter had a stubborn temper, and he was not willing to give in easily, so he turned his head and pretended not to see it.

At this time, another person came out from the crowd who heard the news. He was about the same age as that young master, dressed as a scholar, and his movements and expressions were much more refined, which did not make people feel disgusted at all.

The young man walked up to the young master who was much older than himself, and whispered something in a whisper. The latter showed hesitation at first, then nodded, came to Wang Quanquan, bowed deeply and said:

"Gu Nanmen, I apologize to the lord. It was my fault just now. I broke the vase and still depended on you. I hope the lord will not remember the villain."

Looking at the young man who was completely different from before, Wang Gingquan couldn't help being amazed. He was really one thing, and he didn't bother to know the same thing as a kid, so he nodded and said:

"As the...elder of the Nanmen family, you should make plans for the younger generation in everything, and don't cause trouble again."

Nanmengu didn't know if he could understand, but he nodded vigorously and said:

"My lord's words today are like enlightenment, and I have been educated."

As the boy said, he did not forget to tighten his belt, obviously afraid that the other party would do it again.

As for the young grandpa who pretended to be old-fashioned, Wang Gangquan's anger was almost gone, he flicked his sleeves and turned around and said:

"Let's go and eat."

……

During the banquet, although the frighteningly senior young man occupied the main seat, he was honest and honest throughout the whole process. The surprise in the eyes of the servants around him did not escape Wang Qingquan's eyes. He was very interested in dressing up the young man as the Confucian scholar Asked:
"Dare to ask the young master's name?"

The boy who was eating quietly raised his head and said with a smile:

"My lord, you're being polite. I'm returning to the South Gate."

Wang Gangquan nodded and said nothing more.

……

The meal ended without incident, and Wang Gingquan came to the main hall again at the invitation of Nanmen Hong, the Patriarch of the Nanmen. The broken porcelain pieces on the floor had already been cleaned up, and the two of them sat across the table, sipping good tea.

Without waiting for Nanmenhong to find a topic, Wang Bingquan was the first to speak:

"At the dinner table today, who is Nanmen Yan?"

"Go back to the prince, my younger brother returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors a few days ago, and he is not in the capital."

Regarding the other party's question, Nanmenhong was not surprised at all. Although he is the head of the family, his reputation outside is far less than that of his collateral brother who gave birth to two pillars. The performance of the nephew just now has also successfully aroused the attention It would be strange if the other party didn't ask about the Eighth Prince's attention.

……

"I have long heard that Nanmen Fuyun can recite poems and fight against each other at the age of seven. Seeing him today, he really lives up to his reputation. He has seen everyone's demeanor for the first time at a young age. It is really rare.

At his age, this king is still peeing and playing with mud, and it's someone else peeing me and mud. "

Wang Gangquan's words almost choked the middle-aged man who was drinking tea, but he really didn't lie, when he was ten years old, he was just being stupid, and he was already good enough to eat the mud.

Nanmenhong put down the tea, wiped his mouth and said:

"Your Highness is too modest, people in the world only know the martial arts of Emperor Sheng En and the martial arts of Emperor Taizu, but they don't know that His Highness is the Mahayana of both.

Wen can support the government of a country, and martial arts can break through millions of soldiers. The prince is a man of both civil and military skills. "

Originally, he hadn't seen the Nanmen Yan who was rumored to be a good teacher, Wang Gingquan was still a little bit interested, but after hearing what the other party said, he became interested in the Nanmen Patriarch in front of him instead.

Everyone is a smart person, and Wang Gingquan didn't bother to ask silly questions like "Why did you say that?" Instead, he pointed at the opponent's vital point and said:
"Does the Patriarch of the South Gate feel that the limelight has been overshadowed by that brother?"

Nanmenhong nodded and said bluntly:
"People are not sages, so it is natural to be jealous."

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(End of this chapter)