Fostering apprentices

He looked at these people coldly, raised his hand towards the people behind him, untied the people who were tied up just now, and said, "Yan Nan is not alone, he is an idiot, right?"

"You dare to insult General Yan...someone come and take him down."

"Presumptuous," the lieutenant behind him directly took out his token and kicked the official away: "Open your dog eyes and see what this is?"

The man suddenly fell to the ground, his body trembling and his head bowed, not daring to say a word.

He knew that Yan Nan had come to the town, and he was taking this opportunity to curry favor with the prime minister, but he didn't expect that he would actually meet the right master.

"What the general doesn't know is that my lord is so considerate of the general. Come, tell me how I prepared to rebel."

That person lay even lower, and the crowd was even more afraid to speak. They thought it was a young master Pianpian who came in, but they didn't expect this person to be Yan Nan.

"Don't be afraid, let's talk about how I rebelled, or the emperor sent someone here, I don't even know how I rebelled." He moved a small stool, sat in front of that person, and brought There was a plate of melon seeds, and Erlang's legs were crossed. He didn't look like the general in the legend at all.

Then, he said: "My Yan family has guarded the country of the Yun family for generations. My parents sacrificed their lives for the country. How did your elder brother die? The master behind you can't get away from it. If you rebelled, I would have rebelled not long ago when the first emperor passed away. Yet?"

"You said, the two His Majesties of Beiguo Mobei are my close friends, the new emperor of Dongyue is my apprentice, and the eldest son of Western Chu, Jiangbei, the Jiang family, you know, it just so happens that I also have friendship, you say, as the largest A related household, I rebelled and wiped out a Su family, what are you doing? Are you full enough?"

"That's right, my wife is from Mobei, and General Yan even saved her family." A voice came from the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, there was another sentence: "I don't believe it either, the general has suffered a lot for our Nanling, and the old girl is still working as a maid in the general's mansion. I heard that the general treats the servants in the mansion well. Never less."

"That's right, because of Nanling, only the little general is left in the Yan family."

There is only one person left.

The smile on Yan Nan's face disappeared suddenly, leaving only the coldness in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to pull the man's hair, forcing him to raise his head: "If you like to say yes, the general will let you Enough said."

"Come here, take off his clothes and let him yell in the small town for three days and three nights. Whoever will intercede for this man will take off his clothes in the same way for this general. The same is true when the prime minister comes."

The lieutenant behind him: "..." What kind of punishment is this?

"That, is it all off?"

Yan Nan didn't make a sound, just acquiescing, he kowtowed the melon seeds leisurely with Erlang's legs crossed, and his subordinates walked up to the lord with embarrassing expressions on their faces, but they didn't show much mercy in their hands. This person was stripped clean.A kind-hearted man managed to save face by leaving a pair of trousers for him.

"Go back and tell the Prime Minister, the old man, take it easy, and be careful to put laxatives in his penis." Almost all the brothels in Wangcheng are under his own name, especially the old man's favorite Chunfenglou.

Everyone who was already stunned: "...." Putting laxatives in the mouth is a bit too harsh.

He patted his clothes, stood up from the stool, and led the people out of the restaurant. Before leaving, he didn't forget to grab a handful of melon seeds, knocking them as he walked, followed by the naked man.

Yan Nan knocked a melon seed, and said in a cold voice to the back: "Didn't eat? Please speak louder."

Although summer has just passed, the weather in Nanling is warm and cool, and it is so shameless that only a pair of obscene pants are left. The man gritted his teeth. He knew Yan Nan's tricks, even If he doesn't do anything, his subordinates are also powerful masters.

This time it was completely over, he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and shouted: "Grandpa, I was wrong, Grandpa, I was wrong, Grandpa, I was wrong..." Shouted seven or eight in one breath, Yan Nan listened fascinated The air is refreshing, and the cracking of melon seeds is getting stronger and stronger.

The subordinates following him listened to the man's yelling with surprise on their faces: "Does our general have any special hobbies?"

"It makes me call grandpa...really..." It sounded like a beating.

"You don't understand the general's mind." Another person said, "Don't you think it's very refreshing to hear someone call you grandpa?"

Others shook their heads incomprehensibly: "Be more specific."

"Call me Grandpa."

"grandfather."

"Hey, Sun Zai." The man laughed, and patted his brother's shoulder in great relief: "Have you realized it?"

The crowd was still a little puzzled, they were military commanders and they didn't know a lot of characters, they all looked at each other, Yan Nan spat out the melon seeds, and when he turned his head, his eyes looked like idiots: "He is scolding you, he is calling you grandpa, Sun Zai. "

"How dare you bully us."

Yan Nan sighed helplessly, a group of subordinates with poor brains still had some headaches.

He shook his head and looked down at the melon seeds left in his hand. Rumors and rumors had already spread to Wangcheng, presumably the emperor was about to make a move.

What's funny is that Yan Nan worked hard for Nanling for more than ten years, but in the end he was the only one left.

His family was ruined, and even the closest brother around him has not been heard from.

The greater the hope he gave Nanling, the greater the disappointment.

When returning to the nearby inn at night, there seemed to be a little more people in the inn. Looking at the black figure, Yan Nan felt a bad premonition in his heart. The person noticed that someone was coming, and moved his position. He looked at Yan Nan.

"So it's General Yan, I've admired you for a long time." This man is Yi Cheng, his biological father.

Yan Nan clenched his hands unconsciously, but when he looked at Master Zhichen, he slowly let go, and said in a blunt tone, "I have seen His Majesty Dayan."

"I just said, who has such a great ability to invite Master Zhichen here to chant sutras and chant Buddha. It turned out to be the general. After the last banquet, I feel that I have a special affinity with you, the general. I don't know if the general has time.. .”

"No." Yan Nan directly interrupted him without showing any mercy.

Yi Cheng, who has been in the world for decades, is old and cunning, so he naturally caught the displeasure in Yan Nan's eyes: "If you can't do it today, then tomorrow..."

"I don't have time for tomorrow." Yan Nan still said mercilessly. He stared at the well-dressed man in front of him with a cold face, a few sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and then said: "This general and Your Majesty, don't you?" cooked."

It means that I am not familiar with you, so there is no need to spend time on Lao Tzu.

After finishing speaking, Yan Nan went straight up to the second floor without looking back, without saving any face for Dayan.

For some reason, Yi Cheng, who has always been cruel and ruthless, didn't get angry this time. Instead, he sat at the small table by himself and knocked on the sunflower seeds.

"Why do I feel that this Great Yan Emperor... is so similar to our general's action of cracking melon seeds?" Several lieutenants standing aside looked at the familiar scene of cracking melon seeds in doubt.

"Could it be that all masters eat melon seeds like this?"

Master Zhichen glanced at Yicheng, recited Amitabha silently, turned around and followed upstairs, and just as he took the first step, a voice came from behind him: "Shouldn't Master sit down and let's continue chatting?"

"My old monk and His Majesty have nothing to continue communicating with." Master Zhichen clasped his hands together.

Yi Chengren brought the wine and filled the wine glass in front of him. He chuckled, raised his head and drank the spirits: "I still have a lot of things to ask the master, bring a stool for the master."

He dismissed other people in the lobby, even the guard's waiter retreated, Master Zhichen sat in front of him, his expression remained the same.

"I don't beat around the bush. I recently heard about an incident that happened more than 20 years ago. It seems that my first wife is still in this world. She fled to Nanling and gave birth to a child."

"Master has been in Nanling for dozens of years, have you heard about this?"

There were a few strange flashes of light in Master Zhichen's eyes, but he quickly returned to normal. He clasped his hands together and said, "This is indeed the case."

Yi Cheng was overjoyed, and asked with a hint of eagerness in his tone: "Then where are they now?"

"Amitabha, the little prince died when he was born, and as for the princess...he didn't survive the confinement."

"You're talking nonsense." He stood up suddenly: "How could you die?"

Master Zhichen continued: "That's true. Since His Majesty chose to let go at the beginning, he should know what kind of temperament the princess is. She suffered for several months, and finally she was out of the sea of ​​suffering."

After hearing these words, Yi Cheng was trembling all over, even his figure was a little unstable, and he suddenly felt ten years older.

Finally, the voice was hoarse: "I'm bothering the master."

Master Zhichen nodded towards him, got up and walked to the second floor.

Yan Nan was already standing at the corner and heard all the conversations below. When Master Zhichen saw him, he was also a little surprised, and asked, "Why hasn't the second son rested yet?"

"I just find it interesting to hear the master lie." He said casually: "The monks never tell lies. Now the master doesn't even change his face when he tells a lie. I really admire it."

"Ashamed, ashamed."

Yan Nan turned around and didn't look at the man downstairs again. To him, his biological father was just a strange existence, even his own enemy, without any feelings at all.

His surname is Yan, not Yi.

In the early morning of the next day, Yan Nan was awakened by a knock on the door. He directly covered his head with the quilt, turned over and continued to sleep. Finally, he had time to sleep well. At this time, who knows what to do? To bother him?

Yan Nan got up very angry, very angry.

But the knocking on the door seemed to mean that he would not stop until he got up, one after another, Yan Nan directly picked up his clothes, and opened the door with a gloomy expression.