Feng Danyuan, who wanted to give Nan Ming a blow, but considering his children's education, could only follow what the young prince said and replied lukewarmly: "No need."
He caught a glimpse of Master Jijiu about a foot away and said, "Xiao Yu, follow Jijiu in."
The young prince noticed that there was something strange between his father and his future uncle. He wanted to explore it, but his attention was diverted after hearing this: "Dad, will you pick me up after school?"
Feng Danyuan replied without hesitation: "Come."
The young prince immediately ignored the weirdness between the two adults, walked up to Master Jijiu, bowed, and shouted cutely: "Good morning Jijiu."
"Good morning, little prince!"
Lord Jijiu said hello to Feng Danyuan and Nan Ming respectively, and happily took his future apprentice into the Imperial College.
Nan Ming, who was originally called to tell the story by the sacrificial wine: "..."
"Follow me." Feng Danyuan said quietly after watching the young prince leave.
He didn't look at Nan Ming, but Nan Ming knew that these words were meant for him.
"Yes." Nan Ming replied respectfully.
The onlookers: Let’s go? That’s it?
If there is no excitement to watch, forget it and go do what you have to do.
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The place where the Imperial College is located is not considered a downtown area.
After passing through two streets, there were no carriages coming and going, and then there were quiet houses.
Feng Danyuan stopped at the end of the street, looking at Nanming quietly with his deep peach blossom eyes.
Nan Ming still looked respectful and kept a proper distance from him. He didn't speak. Nan Ming never even cast his peripheral vision on him. There was no fault in the etiquette of a fifth-rank minister towards the prince.
.
But, it passed.
To Feng Danyuan, Nan Ming was not only a minor official, but also the future husband-in-law of Prince Yan's palace - in name, for the time being.
"You're quite patient." Feng Danyuan sneered: "Stop the trick, I don't like to see pretentiousness."
Nanming's attitude was humble: "I don't know what the prince wants?"
Feng Danyuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the moment he raised his hand, the mighty "Canghailu" was like a huge wave, hitting Nanming unexpectedly.
Before Nanming could react, he felt as if he had fallen into the abyss of the sea and was unable to move for a moment.
The calm and calm expression on Jun's face finally showed cracks, and he looked at Feng Danyuan in disbelief.
Feng Danyuan raised his hand, and a dead branch on the ground fell into his hand.
The huge force around Nanming suddenly disappeared, and he staggered, taking a few steps back before regaining his balance.
"Bright weapons." The dead branch in Feng Danyuan's hand pointed straight to the sky.
Nan Ming was stunned.
"If you continue to pretend, I will waste all your efforts. Then you won't have to pretend anymore and you will become a useless person." Feng Danyuan's voice was cold.
Nan Ming's eyebrows darkened.
He knew that Feng Danyuan was not joking. The strange move before had clearly proved that he was capable of destroying himself.
Feng Danyuan - the one who comes is not good.
There was a flash of cold light, and the soft sword in his sleeve was in his hand. Nan Ming smiled slightly: "Since the prince is so elegant, I will discuss with you."
"The ancient sword 'Yan Zhi', I searched for for a long time but could not find it. It turns out that it fell into your hands." Feng Danyuan smiled: "I give you three moves."
