"That's right there!" Nangong Lu suddenly pointed forward and said.
Yang Huang looked curiously and saw a majestic stone gate at the end of the four-horse avenue entering the town, with two colorful characters written on it: "Huafu".
On both sides of the big stone gate are wide stone walls two to three feet high, enclosing a continuous stretch of pavilions and pavilions, completely isolated from the houses and courtyards outside.
"Are we living in Washington?" Yang Huang was stunned for a moment and asked curiously.
Nangongjiu nodded, looked at Yang Huang seriously, and said, "The rules of the Washington Palace are very strict. From now on, you must listen to me in everything, and you are not allowed to talk and act randomly. Do you understand?"
"The Nangong family actually lives in Washington. What's going on?" Yang Huang muttered in his heart, but nodded.
While they were talking, the three of them had arrived outside the gate of Washington DC.
The gate of the Washington Palace is not only majestic, but also heavily guarded. On both sides of the gate, there are nameless men with swords standing on each side. They are all majestic and high-spirited, with strong murderous look in their eyebrows, which makes people timid and dare not approach easily.
"As expected of a wealthy family, it's quite impressive." Yang Huang thought to himself.
"Stop, who are you?" At this time, the big gatekeeper standing on the right side of the outermost corner saw the three people coming towards them. He immediately put his hand on the handle of the knife and asked sternly.
"Ao Tou'er, we are from the mansion. We just left an hour ago..." Nangongjiu said with an apologetic smile.
The big man guarding the gate didn't even look at him and said sternly: "Waist badge!"
"Here! Here!" Nangongjiu hurriedly took out a bronze medal from his waist and held it carefully in front of the big man.
Nangong Lu also took out a waist card.
"Where's his?" The tall gatekeeper glanced at the badge and his eyes fell on Yang Huang.
"He, he is my great-grandson, this is his first time here." Nangongjiu still said in a low voice.
Yang Huang couldn't help but frown. He didn't expect that this "Grandpa Zeng" who got it cheaply, at a very old age, would be so cautious about a small gatekeeper. This was really beyond his expectation.
"I don't care if it's his first time or several times, it's a waist card!" the tall man guarding the gate said impatiently.
Nangong Jiu and Nangong Lu couldn't help but look at each other. Nangong Jiu
He smiled and said: "Boss Ao, he has just arrived, and the waist card has not been settled yet. However, I have already told our manager Hua Chihua, and he also agreed to let my great-grandson in..."
"Waist card!" The tall gatekeeper snorted and interrupted Nangongjiu's words impatiently.
Nangong Jiu's old face suddenly turned red, while Nangong Lu lowered his head, seeming to be very scared.
Yang Huang was extremely surprised, even though he was blind.
He could also see now that Nangongjiu and his son had a very low status in Washington. Even if they were gatekeepers, they could yell at them at will without even looking at them.
"Get out of here if you don't have a waist card, or I'll arrest you as a spy of Pi Mansion!" The tall guard guard suddenly pointed at Yang Huang and shouted.
Yang Huang was secretly angry, but looked at Nangong Jiu with a look of surprise and confusion on his face.
"Lu'er, you stay here with Ying'er. I'll go in and talk to Manager Hua Chi." Nangongjiu made up his mind and gave Nangong Lu instructions and hurried in.
"What are you doing standing here? Get aside quickly and don't block the road!" The tall man guarding the gate glared at Yang Huang, waved his hand and shouted.
Nangong Lu hurriedly pulled Yang Huang to a street corner diagonally opposite the gate, and said uneasily: "We'd better wait for your grandpa Zeng to come out, otherwise those guys might really arrest you as a spy of the Pi Mansion."
"Pi Mansion? Spy?" Yang Huang asked in confusion, "Is he an enemy of the Washington Mansion?"
"No! Our sworn enemies in Washington, your grandfather was killed by them back then!"
Nangong Lu sighed, "If he hadn't died, our Nangong family would still have a palace guard, and those gatekeepers wouldn't dare to do this to us."
"Fu Wei? Isn't that very majestic?" Yang Huang suddenly realized that he had too many questions in this strange place. Almost as soon as Nangong Lu opened his mouth, many questions formed in his mind.
"Of course it's majestic. People with the Hua surname are the first class, the guards are the second class, and the people with the mixed surnames are the third class. With the guards, at least one of us is the second class. If others want to bully us, it's okay.
You have to think about it."
"What are you talking about first and second class? Uncle, please be more careful!" Yang Huang became even more confused.
Nangong Lumuna
To be honest, it took a lot of effort for Yang Huang to dig out more information about Washington from him.
It turns out that there are strict rules and hierarchies in Washington. All people are divided into three classes.
The first class is people with the surname Hua. As long as people with the surname Hua are born, they will be superiors and have a natural status. Regardless of whether they are promising or not, capable or not, when people with other surnames see them, they have to bow down and behave accordingly.
There should be no neglect in courtesy.
If people with other surnames want to gain a certain status, they must practice hard, pass the assessment of Washington, and become warriors who defend Washington. Only then can they escape the fate of becoming the lowest class of people.
As for a person with his surname who is not capable of becoming a palace guard, no matter how talented, skilled or capable he is, he will have to bow and salute when he sees the first or second class people. If the first or second class people ask them to go east,
They absolutely dare not go west.
Nangong He's father was extremely talented. After rising to the martial arts world, through continuous hard work, he was finally promoted to the rank of palace guard. He originally carried the hope of Nangong's family, but thirty years ago, the conflict between Huafu and Pifu
During the conflict, he was killed by random knives.
Since then, the Nangong surname has been in the dark, and Nangongjiu has pinned his hopes on those who came after him. However, in the past thirty years, no children have come up from the semi-immortal world, so Nangongjiu has almost given up thinking about it.
Therefore, Yang Huang finally understood why Nangongjiu and his wife were so excited when they first met him.
"In other words, our surname Nangong is still a third-class person in Washington?" Yang Huang suddenly asked after being stunned for a while.
Nangong Lu nodded heavily: "That's why Dad asked you to adjust your mentality just now on the way. This is the martial arts world after all, and it can no longer be like the semi-immortal world..."
Looking at Yang Huang with some sympathy, Nangong Lu added: "It is difficult to change from luxury to frugality. This is a difficult transition process, but after all, this is the world of martial arts. We are still relying on Washington, which is actually quite good.
,Yes or no?"
Nangong Lu's words made Yang Huang feel dizzy. He originally thought that Nangong's surname, even if it was not a famous family name in the martial arts world, would at least have some status and weight.
Unexpectedly, the Nangong family was actually only a third-class disciple in Washington. He had no status or power and had to nod and bow to everyone...