The Dishonest Son and The ‘Ghost’ Doctor Mother

   "It's me." A Feng settled down, trying to ignore his tears and tears, coughing lightly, and turning around to close the window.

Nan Nan's eyes widened, this palace of the palace was heavily guarded, even if Daddy and Shen Ying, Mo Xian and Peng Ying were not there, it was impossible for A Feng to break in, and he should break into his house directly.

  Is Feng Afeng’s martial arts higher than Grandpa Lu? No, Grandpa Lu is the head of the Mongolian clan.

"How did you...how did you come in?" He had to ask carefully so that he could be prepared next time. Nan Nan touched his tears, put away the confession book, and walked to Ah Feng's side and looked at it. he.

  A Feng glanced at the confession book on the table, his mouth twitched almost inaudibly, and then said blankly, "I naturally have my channel to come in."

  His... channel?

Nan Nan's eyes widened, that is to say, he didn't break in in a normal way.

  Nannan began to touch his chin. So, what kind of hidden dog hole is there in this palace? Or did someone deliberately let him in?

"Ah, Xiao Shizi, his subordinates came to you on the order of the patriarch." A Feng interrupted his thoughts in a deep voice. The patriarch was right. Although Nan Nan is young, he thinks things are deeper, look. After coming in this time, I'm afraid it won't be so easy next time.

Nan Nan blinked, then took a step back and said seriously, "Uncle Afeng, go back and tell Grandpa Lu that I can't learn martial arts with him. My mother is still angry with me now, she is so sad. So sad. I love my mother the most in my life, so I won’t make her sad. Go back and tell Grandpa Lu, I won’t be there in two days. Well, even if he threatens to die, it’s useless. of."

  Afeng’s forehead slid down three black lines. When did the patriarch threaten him with death?

   "The patriarch knows." He continued to talk nonsense, he still tried to be as long as possible, so as not to wait for the people who repaired the palace to find him.

"The subordinates came today to tell the youngest son that there is something in the Mongolian people, and the patriarch will go back to deal with it tomorrow, so I am afraid that I will not be able to meet the youngest son in a short time. However, the patriarch asked his subordinates to leave a token for the youngest son in the future. If you have something to do, you can go directly to the Mongolian people with the token. This token may be of great use to the younger generation."

  A Feng said, and took out a silver sign from his arms. The sign was carved with a flower. It was exactly the same flower as the birthmark on Nan Nan's body. On the back of the silver plate, there was a seal.

  Nannan watched it over and over again, and after a while, he took it in his mouth and bit.

  Afeng’s pupils shrank and he was busy trying to stop it, but Nan Nan had already loosened his teeth and started to look at the silver medal upside down again.

   "Uncle Afeng, this is really made of silver, is it valuable?"

  Finally, Afeng’s forehead could not help showing a few blue veins, and he gritted his teeth and said word by word, “This is for money, it’s very valuable, but it can’t be sold.”

  Nan Nan sighed with regret, "In fact, it might be better made of gold."

  Afeng closed his eyes, and should convey the instructions of the patriarch as soon as possible.

"Little son, the patriarch said, you are the best candidate for the future patriarch in his mind. Although your mother disagrees, the man should be ambitious. You are talented and capable. As the patriarch of the Mongolian nationality, so The power and wealth you can get is beyond your imagination, you..."

"Stop, stop." Nan Nan took two steps back in horror, "Uncle Afeng, don't you brainwash me. You, you, you can't pinch my weakness to say, although I love silver, but I Very principled."

   "What principle?" Why didn't he see it?

"My principle is that the talents that don't have to suffer and are exhausted are the most fascinating. I am so lazy. When the chief of the Mongolian clan is exhausting me, what if I have the talents? Hard work, I have I don’t want to be able to enjoy it. And I have to clarify one thing. My mother is very democratic. If I am interested, she will never hinder me. If I am not interested, no one can force me. ."

  Nan Nan nodded his head and said seriously.

  When the patriarch? What's the difference between that and being an emperor, he saw that the emperor's grandfather of Tianyu Kingdom was so tired he coughed up blood, and he was still reviewing memorials in the middle of the night. For a while, the south is flooded, and the north is arid, and the mob is surging, and the bandits are rampant, and the hair is gray with exhaustion.

  Na, let’s just say that now, Grandpa Lu is about to rush back to the Mongols if he has a little trivial matter? He was too free to do it.

  A Feng frowned. Although Nan Nan said that seems to have a little truth, who doesn't want a man to climb up and achieve the supreme position? He, Afeng, was a guard, and he also asked to do his best. Until now, he has become the most trusted guard of the patriarch.

  Maybe, Nan Nan is still young.

  Afeng thought of this, and he didn't force him to accept the patriarch's point of view now, at least he had already brought what he wanted to bring.

   "In any case, the patriarch's instructions have been conveyed to his subordinates. The youngest son is still young, and when he grows up in the future, some ideas may change."

  Nannan shrugged, this is true, but as the chief of the Mongolian clan, he rejected it from the bottom of his heart. When he thought that the tired man still had to guard against other people's conspiracies every day, he had a chill.

  A Feng glanced at him carefully, sighed secretly in his heart, said no more, and turned to leave.

  It’s just that the corners of his clothes were suddenly pulled by Nan Nan. He was taken aback for a moment, then looked back at him, "What's wrong?"

   "Well, that grandpa Lu...it was he yesterday... who was poisoned by my mother, is it okay?" If something goes wrong, he has to ask her mother for an antidote. But now the mother is still in anger, and she will definitely not give her any questions. This is a difficult problem.

A Feng's complexion finally flashed softly, and he nodded, "It's okay, your mother's kiss is not an intractable poison. After the patriarch went back, he just rested for a while, and he felt better, and he visited the doctor. By today, the poison has been cleaned and it is all right."

   Nan Nan's eyes brightened, and her little hand patted her chest vigorously, "That's good, that's good."

  His movements were a bit exaggerated, and Ah Feng couldn't help but began to pull the corners of his mouth.

  No wonder the patriarch used to say that with this child, the ability to bear in his heart will definitely increase. What he said is true.

   was thinking, suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside, and a familiar voice came in from afar, "Nan Nan..."

   Nan Nan was taken aback, and hurried to push Afeng, "Oops, it's Uncle Shen."

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