The Return of the Demon

"Chen'er, your father misunderstood you... This hundred taels of silver is indeed yours."

"And this cloak, your third brother is just joking with you? How could he really want your things?"

Ning Ziming held the cloak in both hands, on which was a silver note, which was exactly the silver note that Ning Gan had snatched away.

Ning Chen did not take it, but had a question mark on his forehead... He looked at them with strange eyes.

Are these people's brains squeezed by the door?

The things that were snatched away were actually returned to him.

"You three bastards, why don't you apologize to your fourth brother?"

Ning Ziming turned around and scolded.

Ning Gan and the other two were unhappy.

Especially Ning Xing and Ning Mao, they wanted to crush Ning Chen to death... Because of this bastard, the two brothers were beaten twice today.

But they dared not disobey Ning Ziming's words.

Ning Gan said with a gloomy face: "Fourth brother, I was just joking with you that day. If I hurt you, I apologize to you. I hope you don't take it to heart."

Ning Chen looked at him and sneered in his heart, joking? I have been lying in bed for a month, and you told me it was a joke?

But he still doesn't understand what this family is up to? So he ignored Ning Gan.

Ning Xing said sorry dryly!

Ning Mao said reluctantly: "Fourth brother, I really didn't expect to ask for your cloak, I was just joking with you, don't take it seriously."

Ning Chen was silent and expressionless.

Seeing this, Ning Ziming hurriedly said: "Chen'er, we are all brothers, and sometimes we go too far when playing around... You see, they have all apologized to you, just forgive them."

"Don't worry, I promise you that this kind of thing will never happen again in the future."

Ning Chen couldn't help it, "Minister Ning, what do you want to do? Just say it."

"Chen'er, don't get me wrong... I was neglecting you before, it's my fault, I promise to treat you well in the future!"

"Your three brothers also sincerely apologized to you, we are all a family, just forgive them."

"Chen'er, can you promise me one thing?"

Ning Chen frowned, "What is it?"

Ning Ziming said: "Chen'er, don't make family disgrace public, that is, what happened today, can you not tell others... If you tell others, it will be embarrassing for our Ning family."

A big question mark flashed through Ning Chen's mind.

Why did Ning Ziming repeatedly emphasize that family disgrace should not be made public?

Is he afraid that someone will know?

It's really strange, what is Ning Ziming afraid of?

Is he afraid that these things will spread and ruin his reputation?

Ning Chen was at a loss.

But since Ning Ziming has a weakness, he can take advantage of it.

"Minister Ning, I can not tell anyone about these things, but I have a request."

Ning Ziming said: "You say."

"I want to leave the Ning Mansion."

Ning Ziming's face suddenly sank.

Isn't this going to kill him?

If His Majesty knew, even if he had done his job as a minister, he might even lose his life.

"Chen'er, didn't we agree not to mention this matter in the future?"

Ning Chen said indifferently: "I'm sorry, I'm not very strict with my mouth, and I might accidentally exaggerate what happened recently."

"Rebellious son, you dare to threaten me?"

Ning Ziming was furious.

Ning Chen looked at him expressionlessly, without a trace of fear.

Ning Ziming exhaled deeply, suppressed his anger, and said: "Chen'er, your father can promise you... But according to the Great Xuan Law, you have to wait until you come of age to leave Ning Mansion."

Ning Chen breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Ning Ziming agreed... Anyway, he was only a few months away from coming of age, so he could make more money during this time, and then he could live a good life when he left Ning Mansion.

"Minister Ning, I hope you keep your word... Otherwise, don't blame me for not keeping my mouth shut!"

Ning Ziming nodded.

In fact, this was his delaying tactic, to stabilize Ning Chen first.

"Minister Ning, if you are fine, please go back!"

Ning Ziming suppressed his anger and left with Ning Gan and the other two.

"Fuck... You are sick!"

Ning Chen cursed.

Immediately, he put away the banknotes and cloak, and sat down at the desk.

Tomorrow he planned to visit General Chen, he couldn't go empty-handed, right?

But he didn't have anything to show, so he planned to write a poem for General Chen.

But after writing several poems in a row, I felt that they were not suitable, so I had to give up.

Forget it, it would be more appropriate to buy some gifts when I go there tomorrow.

......

The next day.

Ning Chen went out after breakfast.

Arrived at the general's mansion, tidied his clothes, and knocked on the door.

With a creak!

The vermilion door opened, and a tall middle-aged man with a sturdy aura came out.

This man should have been on the battlefield.

Ning Chen clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "I am Lan Xing, and I would like to see General Chen. Please inform him!"

"Are you Lan Xing?"

The middle-aged man looked a little excited.

Ning Chen was slightly startled, then nodded and said: "That's right!"

"Lan Xing who wrote the poem "Presented to General Chen"?"

Ning Chen was a little confused, "What do you mean by presented to General Chen?"

The middle-aged man looked eager, "Drunk in the lamplight, looking at the sword, dreaming of blowing the horn in the camp... Didn't you write it?"

Ning Chen smiled, that's it.

"It is exactly what I wrote, but this is the first time I have heard of this title."

Fuck!!!

Almost told the truth.

The middle-aged man said excitedly: "Is it really you? This poem was written by the current emperor himself and given to General Chen."

Ning Chen was shocked, "The current emperor?"

His poem even shocked the current emperor?

The middle-aged man suddenly grabbed Ning Chen's wrist.

Ning Chen was completely a conditioned reflex. He turned his wrist, grabbed the other's wrist with his backhand, pulled forward, and hit his shoulder hard against the other's chest... The middle-aged man was knocked back several steps.

The middle-aged man looked at Ning Chen in astonishment.

Ning Chen rubbed his shoulder. This body was in too bad condition and his shoulder hurt from the collision.

But now he couldn't care about these, he glared at the other party: "What are you doing?"

The middle-aged man ignored Ning Chen, but turned back and shouted towards the mansion:

"Come quickly, I caught Lan Xing, don't let him run away... Go and inform the old general."

Ning Chen was confused and asked weakly:

"Brother, did I do something wrong?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, "No!"

"Then what are you doing?"

The middle-aged man grinned and said in a hearty voice: "Do you know how many people are looking for you outside now? They want to pay a lot of money to ask for a poem... I finally met you, I can't let you run away."

"Your poem made the old general very happy... We wanted to thank you, but we couldn't find you."

A large sum of money for a poem?

Fortunately, it was not a large sum of money to ask for a child, otherwise he would really run away.

Ning Chen was a little amused and said, "I came to see General Chen, why did I run?"

The middle-aged man slapped his forehead and said belatedly, "Yes, you came to see the old general... Sorry, sorry, I was too excited to see you."

Ning Chen was speechless.

Just then, a group of sturdy men rushed out of the mansion, each with eagle eyes and wolf eyes.

"Are you Lan Xing?"

One of them asked.

Ning Chen nodded and hummed!

"Quick, quick, quick... surround him, don't let him run away."

A group of people surrounded Ning Chen.

These people stared at Ning Chen with fiery eyes, like a man who had been hungry for three years looking at a naked woman.

But Ning Chen was like a little lamb falling into a group of tigers, weak, pitiful and helpless, and silently protected his butt...The eyes of these people were too scary.