Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

No!

They come to find out what they do.

Ning Rong's heart turned back and forth, and his mind instantly realized that he couldn't let others wait for a long time, after all, he was the one who ate the Cao family's rice.

"Quick, quick! Follow me to lead the way!" Ning Rong urged the old man, while straightening his Confucian shirt, just now he was chopping bamboo, live mud, and boiling water, and his clothes splashed With mud spots all over his body, he changed his clothes again.

The sky blue Confucian shirt was fluttering with her, the same color of blue scarf was on top of her head, the corners of her mouth were raised slightly, her comfortable smile showed two white teeth just right, Ning Rong blinked her eyes in satisfaction, and ran to the living room.

Stepping into the threshold, the two looked at each other.

Whoa!I saw a woman with a flushed complexion, slightly tucked temples, an ancient bronze leaf hairpin inserted into her head, a tassel hanging from her ears, and clear and beautiful eyes under a pair of eyebrows that seemed to be clustered but not clustered, with a little bit of starlight in their softness, It looks really good-looking at first glance, wearing plain clothes and brocade robes, ringed with jingle rings, there is a graceful and luxurious demeanor in the simplicity, which makes people dare not neglect.

"Ning Rong has met Madam, Eldest Young Master!"

Ning Rong calmly took a few steps forward, came to the center of the front hall, bowed slightly to salute the woman.Before becoming a big shot, one must restrain one's edge, this is what Ning Rong has learned in the past few years.

"Sir, please sit down!"

Mrs. Ding saw that he had a handsome face and a generous demeanor, like a modest gentleman, and she felt a sense of isolation and independence from the world after careful observation.

Ah!

Sure enough, those with great talents are all people with extraordinary looks.

Madam Ding nodded in satisfaction. She has met many people over the years, but no one has ever given herself a comfortable feeling like him. Looking at Ning Rong's watery eyes, they are so thorough, filled with Spirituality, that... is probably the light of wisdom.

Ning Rong was not too polite, and went directly to the opposite side, then turned around and asked curiously: "Madam came here to order something?"

Mrs. Ding cast a glance at Cao Ang beside her, beckoning him to go forward, Cao Ang has been sizing up Ning Rong, the master chosen by his father himself, looking at him with a smile on his face, Ang secretly thought Well, this guy shouldn't be a great Confucian with high morals. My gentlemen all have serious expressions on their faces and talk a lot, so he seems to be a different kind.

Cao Ang silently worried about his tomorrow, but he also knew that he could not disobey his parents' wishes, so he turned around and came to Ning Rong, "I also ask Mr. Ning to accept Ang as a disciple!" After speaking, he bowed to the end, with a very sincere attitude.

Ning Rong was taken aback by his action, and hurriedly stood up and helped Cao Ang up. This is Cao Cao's eldest son, the future successor, and the future master of the Cao Wei regime. According to the ethics of monarchs and ministers, he himself It's still someone's subordinate, but this is his own leader.

"My lord, please get up quickly..." Ning Rong supported Cao Ang with both hands, turned to look at the smiling Mrs. Ding, and looked at her puzzledly. Then the clever Mrs. Ding spoke softly, "Mr. My son is dull, and I hope that Mr. can accept him as an apprentice and work diligently, which is not in vain for my mother's intentions. Please rest assured, Mr. Meng De has already explained that since he is a teacher, Anger should be a teacher This is Ang Er's Shu Xiu!"

Mrs. Ding didn't give Ning Rong a chance to speak at all, she could tell what he was thinking by seeing his embarrassed look, so she took out a piece of high-quality white jade and put it in front of Ning Rong.

Mrs. Ding looked at herself calmly. Cao Ang bowed again when she heard her mother's words. Ning Rong was one head and two big, and she touched her nose in distress. Why did Cao Cao send his son here? Cao Ang, who is a head shorter than himself, is not excited to be a teacher.

The point is that his status is too special. If Cao Cao doesn't like what he taught, wouldn't he be unlucky?What's more, this is Cao Cao's eldest son. Although he died young in history, but now that he is here, will history repeat itself?

In the future, when the horses of the Cao family grow up, there is no guarantee that they will not have that idea. Don’t you see Cao Zhi’s seven-step poem, and Cao Pi killing his brothers for the throne of Wei!

Those are all young tigers, they will bite when they grow up, okay?How many seniors fell on the road to seize the throne, and it is what I should do to protect my life wisely. If I really become Cao Ang's master, then my identity will be labeled.

but……

Ugh!

With a sigh in my heart, thinking of Cao Cao's ineffective descendants, this Cao Ang might be more suitable as a successor, and it is not impossible to accept him as an apprentice, and...do I have a choice?Didn't you hear that this was Cao Cao's order?Xiongxiong, I can't afford to offend him.

That's it!

Just take it.

Ning Rong secretly decided, slowly went back, picked up the jade pendant on the table, and agreed to Madam Ding's request, Madam Ding finally showed a smile on her face.

"Ma'am, Eldest Young Master, there is something that must be said first, if Young Master refuses to agree, then this matter of apprenticeship will be over!"

Ning Rong gritted her teeth, thinking that it is more important to get a vaccination first just in case. Cao Ang's status is quite special, and he hates trouble, so he doesn't want to cause a series of troubles later.

Chapter 27 Back-up Big Brother

"Sir, it's okay to say it!" Madam Ding frowned slightly, and then stretched it out, motioning for him to speak directly.

Ning Rong coughed softly, "Ma'am, Rong has little talent and learning, and feels that it is difficult for him to take on this important task. However, Mr. Cao has a life, and the eldest son has a firm heart, so he accepts his fate. However, the son's status is special, and Rong can only hope that Mr. Cao and Mrs. Freedom can be given, no matter how content is taught, no interference!"

Ning Rong's meaning is obvious, it is fine to accept him as an apprentice, how to teach yourself at that time has the final say, you can't interfere, this is Cao Cao's son, he wouldn't bother to say such nonsense for anyone else.

Mrs. Ding is smart and quick, she can see Ning Rong's original intention at a glance, she can't help but nod her head, that's all right!Since she wanted to learn art from a teacher, she naturally listened to her husband, she nodded, and she agreed.

Ning Rong had a calm face, this request was not too much, he turned to Cao Ang and said: "Another thing is to tell the eldest son that there is a way and a law should not be passed on to six ears, and skills should not be passed on lightly, if you want to worship me To be a teacher, you need to kowtow three times and worship the sky with one stick of incense!"

Ning Rong stared at Cao Ang intently, his eyes were burning like a torch. This request was to confirm the identities of both parties, and he was teaching apprentices, not students.

Cao Ang looked up at his mother, then at Ning Rong's unfazed appearance, gritted his teeth and knelt down. He knelt down to his parents, he had never knelt down to anyone, and since Cao Cao After becoming a vassal, he understood even more that in this life, there is only death and no kneeling, but today he knelt down.

"Boom!"

Throwing sound, a kowtow!

"Boom!"

The forehead is reddish, two kowtows!

"Boom!"

With blue eyebrows, three kowtows!

Cao Ang knelt down and bowed three times, with a dignified expression, and the admiration in his eyes could not be concealed from Ning Rong. His idea was very simple, since the master dared to let him perform such a grand ceremony, he must have a guard of honor, and the guard of honor of a literati is nothing more than talent.

Ning Rong's eyes were a little moved, he didn't expect this eldest son to be so sincere in his studies.

"Hmm! Eldest son, please get up, this place is simple, we will talk about the matter of respecting heaven later, do you know why I let you do this?"

Cao Ang asked doubtfully, "Isn't the law not to be passed on lightly?"

"That's just one of them." Ning Rong shook his head, "In my opinion, although your son's qualifications are not good, he is also a middle-aged man. He has a famous teacher in his family, but there is no talent when his eyes are twinkling, and his arms are trembling. If you are strong, you will know that the young master must be tired of studies and love the military, so let's test the young master's sincerity!"

Cao Ang's eyes showed surprise, he didn't expect him to be able to see this, he really is a man of great talent.

Ning Rong pouted secretly, the more he got, the less he knew how to cherish it, such a young boy would not like to study.What's more, the Confucian education is completely lifeless rules, if Cao Ang likes it, then there will be ghosts!

"Master, please don't call him the eldest son again."

Ah!

Indeed, this is not conducive to establishing the prestige of the teacher.

"Then I'll call you by the dialect, Zixiu!" Ning Rong said smoothly, "So, Zixiu is the number one under my family..."

Before finishing the word 'one', it was interrupted by a sudden cry from outside the door.

"Master, the disciple is here~~"

Lu Xun walked in hurriedly, stepped into the threshold with an expression of ignorance, looked up at the three pairs of eyes staring at him blankly, and immediately put on a remorseful look.