Chapter 8 What a father-son relationship

The next scene is indescribable, Guan Ning is not mistaken, Jin Yue is really genuine, especially the shy expression, the feeling brought is simply amazing......

Of course, it's just a wipe or something, but that's enough.

There are also many maids, surrounded by a group of girls, and the warbler Yanyan also makes Guan Ning really feel the treatment of the prince and the extravagant enjoyment.

He knew that he didn't know how long he could last......

I came to Beijing alone, it was a last resort, and in the name of the outside world, it was the Holy Longen, and the emperor's grace was mighty.

The name of the prince is well known, so he cannot take on the great responsibility, and Emperor Longjing also borrowed this name.

During his stay in Beijing, he went to study in the country, studied the scriptures and theories, and could only go back when he was mature.

What criteria is this maturity used to define it?

To put it bluntly, didn't you take the opportunity to swallow up the Zhenbei Palace?

And also set a rule, not to use any resources of the Zhenbei Palace, just on their own.

It is to block all the ways of retreat.

Guan Ning remembered that the holy decree of transferring himself to Beijing was sent to the palace, and the person who delivered the decree also had a secret conversation with his mother, and it should have reached some kind of agreement.

That's why I came to Beijing alone.

Guan Ning still remembered what her mother said when she sent her, and she couldn't help it......

But if there is a little way, with the degree of mother's spoiling of herself, she will never agree.

She's also hard.

's father had an accident, the external pressure continued, and the north palace of Nuoda was supported by his mother......

Guan Ning guessed that Emperor Longjing must be a threat.

So such a good day is actually rare, not even a few days.

After Emperor Longjing's two imperial decrees were issued, the repression would be overwhelming.

Guan Ning is not afraid.

He's ready.

And he has capital.

He's a waste material, he's a writer.

But that was before!

Now it's different!

Meimei enjoyed it, and after the bath was over, Guan Ning went to sleep.

On the way to Beijing, he was assassinated several times, and he was always in a state of mental tension, and he was really tired......

This sleep was sweet, and when I got up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Then what awaits him is a table of delicacies, and the life of the rich second generation is so unpretentious.

Originally, I was going to go to Guozijian to study, but now it's a little too late.

Forget it, don't go.

It's better to take care of the current situation at home, it's more important to have a hostile relationship or something, and it's also to see if the nameless cheats he practiced really worked.

But to his regret, there has not been much progress.

Because the people in the house have no negative feelings towards him.

This also made Guan Ning very emotional.

The mansion is very large, but there are not many people, and there is a nursing home of 50 people.

This is not an ordinary nursing home, they are all veterans who have retired from the Zhenbei Army, who have experienced life and death on the battlefield, and their combat strength is strong.

There are also a number of maids, a Wu steward, and that's all there is to it.

It looks very deserted.

When he had nothing to do, Guan Ning wandered around the house, there were many rooms, pavilions and water pavilions, and flowers......

It's your own.

It's just a bit deserted and lacks popularity.

Of course, the main reason is that the palace is down.

Guan Ning remembers that two years ago, when he and his father came to live in Beijing, it was like a crowd of visitors.

Now, no one has come.

That's the reality.

Very real reality.

When it was almost dark, someone finally came to the door, but not to visit, but to deliver an invitation......

Guan Ning was ready to sleep.

In this era, there is no Internet, no mobile phones, what can you do without sleeping?

Isn't it fragrant to have a little maid to accompany you?

After receiving the report, Guan Ning went to see this person.

"I've seen Guan Shizi, in Xia Baiyong, on the order of Lord Deng, I specially came to send you an invitation to the prince."

Guan Ning looked at this person, with long sharp-beaked monkey gills and a servile face.

The Lord Deng he said must be Deng Qiu, the left attendant of the military department.

The comers are not good.

Everyone knows that Deng Qiu is not dealing with the king of Zhenbei, and he has just had a conflict with his son, which caused a lot of trouble.

"What's the matter?"

Thoughts flashed, and Guan Ning asked.

"Lord Deng will hold a banquet in the mansion at noon tomorrow, and I am here to invite you to the banquet."

Bai Yong explained.

"Oh?"

Guan Ning said lightly: "I heard that Deng Mingyuan, the son of Lord Deng, was punished by His Majesty and exiled to Vedic Prefecture, Lord Deng is holding a farewell banquet for his son?" ”

"You ......"

Bai Yong's face immediately became ugly.

That's too damaging.

At the same time, Guan Ning felt an extremely real resentment emanating from Bai Yong's body and surging to himself.

He felt something change in his body, but he couldn't say anything specifically.

Sure enough, only resentment has an effect.

This time it's confirmed!

In that case, don't blame this son for his poisonous tongue.

Guan Ning thought about it, and said with a smile: "If this is the case, the son of this world will naturally go, and he must prepare enough gifts, after all, Brother Deng and I are best friends!" ”

"You ......"

Bai Yong's face became even more ugly.

An even stronger resentment emanated.

What is the best friend, you can really say it.

Steward Wu, who was next to him, also laughed dryly, the prince's mouth was too poisonous.

Door-to-door delivery of invitations, although I haven't said anything yet, I can guess that it's definitely not because of what Guan Ning said......

"Don't talk nonsense, our Lord Deng is because of ......"

As soon as Bai Yong spoke, he was interrupted by Guan Ning.

"You said that Lord Deng and Young Master Deng really have a deep father-son relationship, exiled to Viazhou, and have to hold a farewell banquet, what a good father, good father!"

Guan Ning said, and he was full of emotion and admiration.

Even Jin Yue laughed, this kind of sarcasm was too powerful.

Bai Yong is full of resentment, you won't let me speak?

He was so busy that he seized the gap and said: "My family is holding a banquet because of promotion, as for why he was promoted, the prince must know, so he specially invited the prince to come over, and he also has the meaning of thanking." ”

Speaking of this, he calmed down his emotions and showed a smug expression.

Steward Wu's face turned cold.

Why was he promoted, not because of the merit of suppressing the Zhenbei Palace?

It is self-evident that holding such a banquet with such fanfare also has a political purpose.

As for Deng Mingyuan, it doesn't matter at all, although he is a descendant, but he is not the eldest son, and he was exiled to Vedic for three years in exchange for the position of a left squire in the military department, which is not a loss at all, and he is also appreciated by His Majesty, which is a big profit.

As for coming to invite Guan Ning, it was full of ridicule and deliberate ridicule.

"Oh, it turned out to be done together, do you think you should send off Brother Mingyuan at this time, or should you congratulate you?"

Guan Ning still had a cheap expression.

"What a father-son relationship!"

I have to say that this is an unavoidable hurdle.

"Our Lord Deng is ......"

Bai Yong's voice just fell.

"What a father-son relationship."

"You ......"

"What a father-son relationship!"

The resentment is rising, Bai Yong can't even interject the words, you are endless, keep an eye on it, right?

Guan Ning just said this sentence anyway, with that cheap expression, it was unspeakably shameless.

After a few words, Bai Yong actually felt a sense of weakness......