"It's me." Afeng calmed down and tried to ignore his tearful appearance. He coughed lightly and turned around to close the window.
Nan Nan's eyes widened. This Prince Xiu's Mansion was heavily guarded. Even if his father and Shen Ying, Mo Xian and Pengying were not there, they would not let A Feng break in. It was better to break into his house directly.
Could it be that A Feng's martial arts skills are higher than Grandpa Lu's? No way, Grandpa Lu is the leader of the Mongolian tribe.
"How...how did you come in?" He had to ask carefully so that he could be prepared next time. Nannan wiped away her tears, put away the confession book, walked to Afeng's side and looked at him intently. .
A Feng glanced at the confession book on the table, the corner of his mouth twitched almost inaudibly, and then said expressionlessly, "I naturally have my own channels to get in."
His... channel
Nannan's eyes widened, which meant that he didn't break in in the normal way.
Nan Nan started to touch his chin. So, is there some kind of secret tunnel in Prince Xiu's Mansion? Or did someone let him in on purpose
"Ahem, young prince, this subordinate came to you on the order of the patriarch." Afeng interrupted his thinking in a deep voice. The patriarch was right. Although Nannan is young, he thinks deeply. Look. After coming in this time, I'm afraid it won't be so easy next time.
Nannan blinked, suddenly took a step back, and said seriously, "Uncle Afeng, go back and tell Grandpa Lu that I can no longer learn martial arts from him. My mother is still angry with me. She is so sad. It’s so sad. I love my mother the most in my life, so I won’t make her sad anymore. Go back and tell Grandpa Lu that I won’t go in two days. Well, it’s useless even if he threatens to die. of."
Three black lines slid down A Feng's forehead. When did the patriarch threaten death
"The patriarch knows." He would not be able to continue talking nonsense, so he tried to keep his words short to avoid being discovered by the people who were building the palace later.
"My subordinates are here today to tell the young prince that there is something going on within the Mongolian clan. The patriarch will go back to deal with it tomorrow, so I am afraid that he will not be able to see the young prince in a short time. However, the patriarch asked his subordinates to leave a token for the young prince. In the future, If something happens, you can go directly to the Mongolian tribe with the token. This token may be of great use to the young prince."
As Feng spoke, he took out a silver plaque from his pocket. There was a flower carved on the plaque, which was exactly the same as the birthmark on Nan Nan's body. There was also a seal on the back of the silver plaque.
Nan Nan looked over it several times, and after a while, he quickly took it to his mouth and bit it.
Afeng's pupils shrank and he tried to stop it, but Nannan had already let go of his teeth and started looking at the silver medal again.
"Uncle Afeng, is this really made of silver? Is it valuable?"
A Feng finally couldn't help but a few blue veins appeared on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said word by word, "This is made of silver. It is very valuable, but it cannot be sold."
Nannan sighed regretfully, "Actually, it might be better made of gold."
Afeng closed his eyes and conveyed the clan leader's instructions as quickly as possible.
"Young prince, the patriarch said that you are the best candidate for the future patriarch in his heart. Although your mother disagrees, men should be ambitious. You have the talent and ability, and you are fully qualified. As the patriarch of the Mongolian tribe, so The power and wealth you can get are beyond your imagination, you... "
"Stop, stop, stop." Nan Nan took two steps back in horror, "Uncle Afeng, don't brainwash me. You, you, you can't talk about my weakness. Although I love money, I Very principled.”
"What principle?" Why didn't he see it
"My principle is that the most attractive thing is money that you don't have to suffer, suffer, and expend effort. I'm so lazy, and being the leader of the Mongolian tribe will kill me, so what if I have money? Thanks to the hard work, I have it. I won’t do it if I have the ability to risk my life to enjoy it. And I want to make it clear that my mother is very democratic. If I am interested, she will never stop me. If I am not interested, no one can force me. .”
Nan Nan nodded his head and said seriously.
Be a clan leader? What's the difference between that and being an emperor? But he saw that the emperor of Tianyu Kingdom was so tired that he coughed up blood and was still reviewing memorials in the middle of the night. Sometimes there are floods in the south, and sometimes there is drought in the north. Sometimes there are mobs surging, sometimes bandits are rampant, and my hair turns white from exhaustion.
Now, let’s just say that right now, isn’t Grandpa Lu going back to the Mongolian tribe because of some trivial matter? It's too unfree, so he won't do it.
Ah Feng frowned. Although what Nan Nan said seemed to make sense, who among men didn't want to climb up and reach that supreme position? He, A Feng, became a bodyguard and demanded the best. Until now, he has become the clan leader's most trusted bodyguard.
Maybe Nannan is still young.
Thinking of this, Afeng didn't force him to accept the clan leader's point of view now. At least if he wanted to take it, he had already brought it.
"In any case, the patriarch's instructions have been conveyed to his subordinates. The young prince is still young now. When he grows up in the future, some of his ideas may have changed."
Nannan shrugged, it was true, but as the leader of the Mongolian tribe, he rejected it from the bottom of his heart. The thought of working so hard and having to beware of other people's plots every day made him feel chills.
Afeng looked at him carefully, sighed secretly in his heart, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
However, the corner of his clothes was suddenly pulled by Nan Nan. He was stunned for a moment and looked back at him, "What's wrong?"
"Well, that Grandpa Lu... he was poisoned by my mother yesterday... are you okay?" If something happened, he would have to ask his mother for the antidote. But now that my mother is still angry, she will definitely not give it to her if she asks. This is a difficult problem.
Afeng's face finally flashed with softness, and he nodded and said, "It's okay, the poison your mother gave you was not an intractable poison. After the clan leader went back, he just rested for a while and felt a little better. He went to see a doctor. As of today, the poison has been removed and everything is fine.”
Nannan's eyes lit up, and she patted her chest hard with her little hand, "That's good, that's good."
His movements were a bit exaggerated, and Feng couldn't help but start to twitch the corner of his mouth.
No wonder the patriarch often said that being with this child would definitely increase your mental endurance. What he said was true.
Just as he was thinking about it, there was suddenly a rush of footsteps outside, and a familiar voice came in from afar, "Nannan..."
Nan Nan was stunned and quickly pushed A Feng, "Oh no, it's Uncle Shen."
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