Ming's father looked embarrassed. What did he mean? He was not worthy of sitting. He was Mingxiluo's father! The things here are all his own! When Mingxiluo comes back, he asked his bastard son to give him the chair! Look at this doggy matter, do you dare to look down on others!

Ming Father was so angry that he sat in a stern manner.

Dayu seemed to have no idea that the old man's cold eyes were all seen. He laughed and served him with all his heart and strength. As the evening approached, he also added a dinner to the Grand Master.

The insects were chirping, and when it was late at night, Ming Xiluo came back in an official robe. He received the news in advance, but there was no need to come back in advance.

Yan Gu retreated.

Rainy took the wheelchair.

"Where are people?"

Duoyu fed the master water and whispered, "The master is already asleep." He explained when he remembered something, "It's the youngest." The master's bed was also used by Miss Seven.

"Then don't need to wake him up, let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

Duoyu breathed a sigh of relief and knew that he guessed it right: "Yes."

...

The crowing of chickens urged a wisp of fish to break out. The rainy activator got up, took clear and cold well water and poured it into the pot, lit the firewood bought from outside, and thin smoke rose in the chimney in the kitchen, and there was a distant hawking sound from outside the gray tiles and blue bricks.

Yan Gu came over to ask for a cake.

Yanding thought it was delicious, so he came over and asked for one.

Later, people came to get the cakes one after another, and they took several pieces. They were so angry that they locked the yard door.

It's getting brighter and brighter.

Mingfu stretched his waist, his clothes were wrinkled, with unkempt laziness and mixed spirit. He stepped out of the cottage next to the kitchen and stretched toward the morning light of Dongsheng. Suddenly, an arrow came forward and instantly crossed his head and fixed it on the mud and tiled wall behind him. The tail of the arrow was still trembling faintly.

Mingfu was so scared that he woke up from sleepiness. He was still half-holding his hands, and his face was filled with fear. He turned his head tremblingly, and he stood in a wheelchair not far away. He was dressed neatly and held a jade crown on his hair. He was familiar and unfamiliar with a face. The owner of that face had a bow in his hand, which was changing the bow.

"Get up."

Ming Father suddenly jumped up and wanted to hit him, and his burden was also bluffing! But he shouted so shockingly, otherwise where would his father's majesty come from: "What are you doing? You almost nailed your father's head just now!"

Mincilo's arrow pointed back at his father.

Mingfu paused, swallowed and squirted, laughed, and his tone calmed down: "Look at you, a civil servant, what are you doing in the early morning to practice these things! What's wrong with your legs?"

Mingxiluo changed direction, and the length of the yard could not stretch his arm strength at all, so he could only barely get to know the feeling: "It will be fine if you keep it for a few days."

Ming Father breathed a sigh of relief. If his son who was studying was disabled, wouldn’t his family become a mud-legged again? He saw another arrow whizzing past with thunder, and he went deeper into the wall more powerfully than the arrow just now. The tail of the arrow seemed to be unable to suppress the impact force, and a faint eagle crow was heard.

Mingfu secretly swallowed and spitted, his voice trembling a little, but he was even more flamboyant: "Who did that!"

Mingxiluo's tone was calm: "It's just an enemy."

Mingfu was immediately furious: "You are the official of the court. He wants to die." He jumped like a rabbit a meter tall, trying to show his existence.

Ming Xiluo looked at his father faintly when he heard this, with nothing in his eyes, and it seemed that he had everything.

Seeing this, Ming Father's voice became less and less, and he was a little embarrassed. Of course, the only one who dared to attack the imperial officials was the only one who could be the imperial officials: "How come you... have enemies?"

Ming Xiluo reinstalled his strings: "It's only more or less, so he didn't go back to live, so that he wouldn't accidentally let you contribute one leg if you don't have eyes."

Ming's father rubbed his clothes unnaturally, wanted to rub a dry tobacco to soak, but found that there was nothing left. But when he thought that the opposite was his son, he became more and more excited and said: "I'll tell you a good thing. Recently, many people have come to me and want to tell you a wife." After that, he looked at him excitedly, and he was happy, all of them were high-ranking officials.

When Ming Xiluo heard this, he glanced at his father, slowly lowered the arrow feathers, thoughtful, and after a moment, he asked, "Did you agree?"

"No, this is not someone waiting for you to discuss and you dare not even think about it!" He continued to move forward excitedly.

Mingxiluo's eyes were slightly cold.

Ming Father was so excited that he was just looking at by his son that he was like a hedgehog that had been pulled out of his thorns, as quiet as a quail: "You...If you don't want to, you can discuss it again, many families."

This is when the prince’s wedding was over, and he couldn’t sit still: “I don’t dare to mention it. I disagree. I advise my father to participate less, so I will not be able to give the other party the benefits they want, and the other party will deal with you like I do.”

"Your child is not a marriage, you are all very sincere. You don't ask about many families?"

"It's just that I can't kill me, I'll send someone here to kill me."

You! "How could it be! So many families are here to kill you?!"

"Only more or less."

"You offended so many people?"

Mingxiluo did not answer this question and suddenly said, "Many people?"

"Yes, no repetition, your mother, I, there are so many people in the past two days. There are really so many people who want to kill you! Can the Duke of Ling save you?"

Ling Guogong Mansion: "No."

Ming's father was anxious. His son couldn't have anything to do: "What should I do..." Suddenly, he had an idea: "The daughter of a third-rank official who proposed marriage to you. Can they help you?"

Ming Xiluo looked serious: "Dad, listen to my marriage. I hope my father will agree to my mother and my brothers when he goes back. I will make the decision on my marriage. If any of you agrees and what shouldn't be agreed to, don't blame him for not being able to fulfill it at that time. If the other party is embarrassed, the other party will make you worse than death."

"this……"

"I am working for the prince now. Do you know that if there is today or tomorrow, maybe when the prince will become a pawn that the prince sacrifices to gain fame. If you don't take the initiative to trouble others, others will never dare to touch you. But if you dare to cause trouble for yourself, then, think about some people who want me to die but I will not die. It is hard to guarantee that they will not put their ideas on you. At that time, it will not be possible to solve the problem by returning the gift you received."

"When did you do your business for the prince?" The sick and murderous prince without blinking.

"My father wants to discuss? They are all the prince's people here."

Mingfu subconsciously glanced around. It was empty and very quiet. There was nothing but the two of them and the fool in the kitchen?!

But there is nothing wrong with it. At this time, it shouldn’t be when every family gets up to cook and feeds chickens and ducks. Why is it so quiet?

"My master is ready."

Ming Father was shocked.

Mincilo pushed his wheelchair forward: "Let's have a meal."

Rainy took the wheelchair.

Breakfast was very quiet.

Ming Father didn't move after dinner.

Ming Xiluo came out of the inner room and changed into a formal fourth-grade flying eagle court uniform, with a dark red background, and a dark pattern embroidered on the background color of the court uniform, intertwined with gold and silver reefs. The whole court uniform was low-key and solemn, gorgeous and dark, solemn and majestic,

Mingfu looked at the person in front of him and realized it later: "You have been promoted."

Ming Xiluo said nothing, but Weidai looked at him sharply.

Mingfu's heart trembled, as if the person in front of him could kill him lightly.

"Remember what I shouldn't agree to. If you agree, be careful not to die."

Yan Gu appeared from somewhere, took the wheelchair and took the adults away.

Ming's father looked at him dumbly. There was a fourth person in this yard?!

Then he sat at the dining table in a daze: Did he be promoted? When was he promoted? What rank is he now?

Although Ming Father was afraid, he was his son after all. He knew that as long as he did not violate his son's rebellious scales, he would not make any decisions on his own. It was easy to speak.

Ming’s father immediately put the marriage aside. No wonder so many people came to propose marriage. His son was promoted and was suppressed. The sixth rank? Look at the court’s condolences? The fifth rank? Haha! Isn’t his Ming family smoke from the ancestral grave? Isn’t he a master now? Haha!

Ming's father suddenly slapped his thigh: Damn, he forgot to ask for that chair and this yard. He had to buy one for his father, and then he would have to serve him!

...

The green willows danced in the gauze and the resentful music sounded among the green music.

On the stage in the three-story building with a back-shaped character, the dancer slowly danced with the music, making the resentment even more sad and gentle.

In the surrounding attic room, there are scholars who write poems and paintings for him, and there are also distinguished guests who spend a lot of money.

Although the Quyifang is not a singer, and the top ones are even more of the honorary guests of dignitaries, they cannot change their humble origins and can only engage in this industry.
Chapter completed!