Guo Xun is the husband of Nangong Yu, the sect leader of Ziwei Sect, but he is the son-in-law of the door, and he is willing to join the Nangong family.

Even, even the daughter is the surname of the wife.

He didn't have much opinion on this, but his parents cut off the relationship with him.

According to Mr. Guo's words, if you don't fight for it, it's okay to be an upside down, why do you still burden my granddaughter and suffer with it?

What a complete unscrupulous offspring!

Guo Xun didn't understand a little, how could her daughter suffer if she followed her mother's surname?

Over the years, my daughter has been spoiled by her wife, she gives what she wants, buys what she likes, and has she ever suffered a little bit of hardship or a little sin?

It's just that he pities himself, the two sides are not people all these years, and he has suffered from the white eyes of his parents and parents-in-law.

However, as his daughter grew up day by day, the four old men also passed away one after another, and without their accusations and abuse, Guo Xun was much lonelier.

After so many years, what are you trying to do?

Guo Xun sighed, reached out and took off the wine jug from his waist, and poured a large mouthful of burning knife wine on his head.

Song Zhishu closed his eyes slightly, held the reins in one hand, clenched his fist in the other hand on his abdomen, and breathed for a long time.

After Guo Xun finished drinking, he suddenly wanted to find someone to talk to, so he turned his head and glanced at His Royal Highness next to him, but he saw that he was breathing and breathing, so he didn't have the intention of forcibly talking.

There is an unwritten rule in the Dragonfall Continent, that is, as an emperor and monarch, you are not allowed to cultivate the art of immortality, and even if you step into the cultivation path, the realm can only reach the condensation realm.

If there is any trespassing, either self-cultivation will be abolished, or abdication will be made way for the virtuous, otherwise you will bear the consequences.

For a long time, there were many monarchs who were lucky, and quietly cultivated the realm to the realm of the cave mansion, hoping that one day they could produce a golden pill in the dantian cave mansion, so that they could enjoy a few hundred more years of imperial career.

But their fate is often extremely miserable, not to mention that they were suppressed by the saints of the three religions, and even the rivers and mountains that have worked hard have changed their names and surnames.

And the descendants of those monarchs have all been reduced to commoners, and even worse, even become servants.

After learning the lessons of the ancestors of the previous dynasties, the emperors and monarchs of modern times were very taboo about cultivation, not to mention the third realm of condensing the gods, and even the first realm of forging the body realm did not dare to trespass at will.

But beside him, His Royal Highness from Nandao Province had already stepped into the Contemplation Realm at a young age.

This surprised Guo Xun.

Perhaps, this highness has no intention of hereditary succession, and only thinks about the righteous path to immortality?

If this is really the case, it is not a violation of the decree of the saints of the three religions.

The premise is that he is really willing not to be the king of a country above those tens of thousands of people.

Thinking of this, Guo Xun smiled, raised his head and poured another big sip of wine.

It's okay to worry about it, people should not be the monarch and care about their own business.

This time, as long as he follows the instructions of the Southern Daoguo Shangzong, he can send this highness to Zhenlong Mountain safely, and everything else has nothing to do with him.

With Guo Xun, the martial artist of the cave realm, Song Zhishu's breathing was extremely relaxed, and unconsciously, he had entered the best realm.

In the carriage, Nangong Yu, the sect leader of the Ziwei Sect, looked at his daughter with a straight face.

She had never been so strict with her daughter before, but since her daughter and Song Zhishu became closer, the anxiety and uneasiness in her heart became more and more manifested on her face.

Nangong Yan took the lead and said: "Mother, what's wrong with you, do you have an opinion about me? If I do something wrong, you can say it, don't always keep a straight face, this will age quickly." ”

As she spoke, the girl stretched out two small hands and gently tugged at her mother's face.

"Hehe, it's much better, it looks ten years younger, no, it's twenty years younger. ”

The entire Ziwei Sect is estimated to be Nangong Yan daring to pinch the face of this sect master.

Nangong Yu glanced at her daughter, slapped her hand away, and said, "Nonsense, don't be big or small, it's not good to be seen." ”

"What's the matter if others see it, it's natural for a daughter to pinch her mother's face, anyway, I didn't pinch other people's mother's face, can they handle it?"

Look, is this what a lady should say?

It's just that I'm usually spoiled, and I have to discipline it well.

But now, Nangong Yu has not bothered to dwell on such a trivial matter, and the top priority is to settle another matter.

She lifted the curtain on the side of the carriage, glanced outside, and saw that her husband and Song Zhishu were both behind, so she said to her daughter: "In short, I don't agree with you being with Song Gongzi, you must keep your distance from him in the future, and it's best not to say a word to him." ”

The daughter was so anxious that her eyes were red, and she asked loudly, "Why?"

Nangong Yu sighed, unable to bear to tell her the truth.

The daughter's voice choked and said, "I know, does my mother dislike Song Gongzi's family background is not good, and he is a poor scholar who is penniless?"

Poor scholar with a bad family background?

My stupid daughter, there is no better family background in the entire Nandao country than this Song Gongzi, and if you are penniless, you must be poor?

People just think it's too troublesome to carry silver money on their bodies, so the mustard seeds on their bodies are filled with fairy money.

One immortal copper coin is equal to one thousand ordinary copper coins.

One tael of fairy silver is equal to one thousand taels of ordinary silver.

Besides, in the ordinary market, which shopkeeper or stall owner dares to collect fairy money?

Nangong Yu sighed lightly and replied: "My mother has never disliked his background, nor has she ever looked down on the poor, otherwise, do you think I can marry your father's mud leg from the countryside?"

The girl's watery eyes flashed, and she felt that her mother was right.

The girl doesn't know much about her father's origins.

And she has never visited her grandparents in her hometown with her father, and she doesn't know if her father's hometown is really located in the remote countryside.

However, she occasionally heard clues from her father's drunken nonsense.

It seems that the place where my father lived since he was a child is a fairyland with beautiful mountains and rivers that makes people forget to return.

Fairyland?

Isn't our Ziwei Palace a fairyland in the eyes of ordinary people?

When the girl thought of this, her heart was not as uncomfortable as just now, and she asked: "Is it because Song Gongzi has already married?" I don't care, a man like Song Gongzi is so good, I must be the only one who likes him, and I can only blame me for meeting him too late, it's really not good, it doesn't matter if I make a side room......

Nangong Yu glared at her, and said coldly: "Nonsense! You don't care, my mother cares! My mother doesn't want you to suffer......"

The girl smiled, as if she saw the sweet picture of herself and Song Zhishu living in a thatched house in the countryside, feeding horses and chopping firewood, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

"Even if it is bitter, the taste is extremely sweet......"

Nangong Yu was afraid that her daughter would be obsessed, so she finally stopped selling with her, and sighed: "Silly daughter, can't you see that Song Gongzi is the royal highness of the Southern Dao Kingdom? It's not that people don't deserve us, it's that we can't afford to climb at all!"

The girl seemed to have become a clay sculpture, and her mind went blank.