Ji Xianzhi asked again, "Then... how to deal with this meal with Madam?"

Another cold voice inside, "Down."

Ji Xianzhi heard this and his eyes showed some helplessness. Then he was about to respond when he heard another voice coming from inside, "Slow down. Put it outside. Let it go."

Ji Xianzhi held the meal and looked at the figure reflected on the window screen in surprise. He was stunned for a while before saying, "Yes."

"Uncle Ji, you go down first. There is no need to guard the door." The person inside said indifferently. Ji Xianzhi knew that Ning Nanyou only wanted to stay alone quietly at this time, so he stepped down.

Ning Nanyou in the study led his ears to listen to the movement outside. After confirming that Ji Xianzhi had left, he sat in front of the desk and stared at the bamboo roll placed on it for a while. Finally, he quietly put down the door latch, pushed open the door, stared at the meal placed in the corner of the house, thought for three seconds, quickly picked it up, tied it to the door again, and sat down when he returned to the front of the Qiji.

He touched the still warm pottery bowl, and a smile appeared on his face, which was full of haze.

He opened the lid of the bowl and a glutinous fragrance came to his nose.

Ning Nanyou took a bite silently, and the hot soup turned into a strong aroma when it entered his mouth. The rice porridge was very soft and glutinous. He had never eaten this soup before, but for some reason he always had a very familiar smell.

He drank all the bowl of porridge alone, and his originally bad mood seemed to be feeling a little better.

Jiang Chengjia returned to Ning Nanyou's Yuncheng Pavilion, which he specially built for her before his wedding, and sat on a high platform built in the courtyard to look at the layout below the pavilion. The structure of this courtyard is very distinctive, elegant and calm, neat and moderate. It was seen that Ning Nanyou spent his time building specially for her. She liked elegant places, and he specifically asked for it, obviously trying to please her. This courtyard could not be built in April. His thoughts on the Jiang clan have been in his heart since his brother became famous in the battle in Western Xinjiang. Jiang Chengjia was stuck in his eyes, and remembered what he said to Emperor Wei this morning in the Nangong. He was full of sorrow. Qianshan served by her side. Seeing that she was often lost in her mind, he couldn't help but worry, "What's wrong with the girl?"

Her dim eyes moved slightly and said bitterly, "Qianshan... Maybe we will leave Luoyang soon."

Qianshan said inexplicably, "Why did the girl say this?"

Jiang Chengjia picked up the pottery pot, poured a cup of tea, and slowly sipped it. Her eyes moved slightly. She looked at the book pavilion opposite the high platform, with a confused look, "Emperor Wei and Ning Zheng were unwilling to spare him."

Qianshan walked to Jiang Chengjia and sat behind her and comforted her, "Don't worry, girl. Qianxun once calculated a divination in Nanyundu. My uncle's fate will change in this life, so he will definitely not be like before."

Jiang Chengjia was silent. Just as she was thinking about her thoughts, she vaguely heard the chaotic sound from the outer courtyard. She frowned and glanced at the sun that was about to set.

The rays of light reflected on the sky, like scarlet blood, polluted the sky in Luoyang, like this unpredictable human heart, making people anxious.

When Jiang Chengjia heard the messy sound became more and more noisy, he hurriedly ran down the green steps on the high platform and led his skirt to run quickly. Qianshan hurriedly followed. She walked to the corridor connecting Yuncheng Pavilion and the outer courtyard and looked into the main hall. She only saw a group of black people gathering with a man in indigo curved skirts walking into the palace.

She hid behind the stone pillar and watched, then she saw Ning Nanyou who had been locking her in the study room, and at some point she went to the main hall. At this time, she met the fierce person, with a very pale face.

The person who came was the Regent King Ningzheng.

Ning Nanyou greeted him, bowed humbly, and said in a few words, "Why is my father here?"

He lowered his eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of sneer in his eyes.

Ning Zheng didn't look at him, and carried the hem of his clothes with a cold expression, went to the hall, sat on the main seat without saying a word.

"What's wrong with my father? What made my father so angry?" Ning Nanyou pretended not to know what Ning Zheng was going to come from and asked softly.

Ning Zheng glanced at him, his eyes turned, and his face was covered with frosty, "Are you becoming more and more filial?"

Ning Nanyou trembled slightly and lowered his head.

Ning Zheng snorted coldly, "What? You have made great contributions to saving the Jia family and married the Jiang girl, so you can't even have the morning and evening preservation that your children should have? In this way, what are the ways for the king, minister, father and son in your heart!?"

Ning Nanyou was not surprised by Ning Zheng's reprimand, and was very calm and calm. He bent down and thought for a while, then slowly stood up and said with a leniency, "It's your son who is unfilial, please punish him."

"Yes, I really want to punish you." Ning Zheng looked angry. Seeing Ning Nanyou's indifferent look, he immediately remembered Cao Xiu's eyes that always showed disdain for him. The eyes were bright and beautiful. The woman was arrogant and noble and never took him seriously. A layer of anger suddenly appeared in his chest, and he immediately said to the servant who served this side, "Come on, come and learn the family method!"

Ning Nanyou paused slightly between his eyebrows and looked at Ning Zheng, his eyes full of confusion, mixed with a hint of disappointment. He asked pale, "Father...will he act on his son's family method?"

"What? Does Zhao'er think it's not important to pay tribute to his father? Do you still have the word "filial piety" in your eyes? Do you think that you have a Ye Kong Pavilion, a Jingshu Guard, and a Jiang family, you can indulge in excessive power and be blinded by your father and brother?" Ning Zheng stared at Ning Nanyou's appearance, which exuded the foreign gods, and his annoyance became deeper and deeper.

Ning Nan said silently. When the servant took the family rules, he suddenly smiled coldly and knelt down at Ning Zheng.

Ning Zheng looked at the sneer on his face and couldn't help but get angry. He became increasingly unable to calm down. He even stood up and walked straight towards the servant holding the family law. He grabbed the ring board that was probably five feet long, and slapped Ning Nanyou hard. "You are so unfilial, disrespectful to your father and brother, and do not follow the way of the ruler, minister, father and son, and do not repent. You really lose all the face of the Huai Prince's Mansion!"

The black painted ring board fell heavily on him, and a huge pain spread from his back to his whole body. Ning Nanyou gritted his teeth, and his originally blue face turned red because of the tight fit between the upper and lower jaws.

Ning Zheng seemed to be angry, but the servants of Prince Rui's mansion obviously didn't know why King Dai was so arrogant. He almost used all his strength to hold the ring board and whipped Ning Nanyou hard without any mercy. Ning Nanyou's face turned red and turned pale again, but from beginning to end, he didn't say a word. Even though his eyes had turned bright red, he just gritted his teeth and did not hurt.

Ning Zheng seemed to be unable to stop and kept beating him. He was beaten to the cold porcelain ground, but Ning Zheng roared and asked him to continue kneeling.

Ning Nanyou tried hard to support himself from the ground, but he could not move because his lower body was almost numb. He was trembling and finally got up and continued to kneel down, but Ning Zheng waved his stern to knock him down.

His sword injury a month ago had not healed. After being beaten this time, the blood that had been depressed in his heart could not be controlled. He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and he lay on the ground in a very embarrassed manner.

He gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up here, but Ning Zheng didn't even give him this opportunity. He tried hard to support himself so that he would not faint from the pain. But Ning Zheng was beaten like crazy.

Just when he was about to lose consciousness, he suddenly noticed a soft thing behind him pressing up. He suddenly woke up, looking up with a blood-colored face, only to find that Jiang Chengjia rushed out at some point and blocked him.

The ring board dropped two punches on her body. She only heard her groaning, kneeling beside him, protecting him with her body, grabbing the ring board in Ning Zheng's hand, and said in panic, "Did my father want to beat Erlang to death? Why did my father get so angry?"

Ning Nanyou listened to her voice and took a deep breath, his consciousness becoming slightly clearer.

When Ning Zheng saw Jiang Chengjia rushing out from somewhere, he regained his senses. He stopped the raised ring board and stood in front of her, a little dull.

He saw that Ning Nanyou's dark green curved robe was covered with blood and blood. His eyes suddenly shrank, and he immediately wanted to help him, but he stopped moving because of Cao Xiu's face in his mind.

He stood in front of Jiang Chengjia, without moving for a long time. After a while, he suddenly threw the ring board in his hand to the ground and left angrily. He even threw away the purpose of his trip and hurriedly left from Prince Rui's Mansion.

Jiang Chengjia rubbed the scorching pain on his shoulders, leaned against him, and called out in panic, "Erlang..."

Ning Nanyou's legs and buttocks were painful. He muffled, trying to support himself with his hands, but he couldn't bear the pain and lay down in a mess. Jiang Chengjia looked at the wet area behind him, and the air was filled with blood, which made her eyes red. Looking at him like this, her heart was like a knife twisted. "Er... Erlang." Her eyes were soaked with tears and said in a trembling voice, "You..."

She didn't know what to say, but she felt extremely sorry for his appearance.

But Ning Nanyou didn't appreciate her affection. He clearly had no strength, but he still pushed her away and supported his body with his hands to move forward. He stopped moving until he hugged the stone pillar that could support him to stand up.

Jiang Chengjia sat dumbly on the floor, watching him move him step by step, leaving her side without chewing. He leaned on himself to slowly get up from the ground. His bun was already scattered at this time, but he still straightened his back, even if he couldn't straighten it at all.

He moved towards his Qitingxuan with difficulty. He ignored Jiang Chengjia, who was kneeling on the ground and was already in tears.
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