Yan Nancen looked calm and did not take Yan Zhengde's words just now. He reached out to get the buns on the table.

But before his hand touched the bun, he was swept hard and the bun fell directly to the ground from the table.

The buns and plates immediately scattered all over the floor.

Han exclaimed from the side, "Prince, what are you doing?"

She seemed to be scared, and tears suddenly appeared on her face. In Yan Zhengde's opinion, her appearance was very distressing, but in Yan Nancen's opinion, this was hypocrisy and disgusting.

He knew since he was a child that this woman was the best at acting, and often she was very relaxed and angry with Yan Zhengde in just a few words.

When he was a child, he would often be beaten because of this Han family. It was obviously a trivial matter, but after her words or coming forward to care, he would definitely be beaten up.

After a long time, he realized that it was not that Han was too kind-hearted, but that she was promising and knew that Yan Zhengde didn't like him and was spoiled.

But she just had to spoil her. No matter what he did, she would plead for her as soon as she spoke, and even stepped forward to protect him.

Often, at this time, he will definitely be beaten twice, and he will stop when his father is tired of beating.

Then I will leave a word, "A kind mother will lose her son, don't spoil him."

This statement is like how much Han spoiled his wife's son.

Yan Nancen looked at the mess and stood up, "Didn't my father ask me to have a meal? Since you don't want to eat with me, I'll go back first."

When Yan Zhengde saw that he had a little regret, he was even very arrogant.

"What's your attitude? I've been arrogant after staying in Xiaoshanguan for a few years, right? I'm yours."

Yan Nancen stood up and took the cloak from the indifferent servant standing beside him, "You are me, who dares to offend you? I have been in Xiaoshanguan for a long time in the past few years. There is really no one in this eye.

That is, when you are old, do you think you can punish me like before?"

Yan Zhengde was so angry that he glared at him, "What's your attitude? Come and ask for military law."

In a prince's mansion, there is no need for family rules and laws, but military laws. What's ridiculous is that this military law is only set up specifically for Yan Nancen alone.

After all, no one in the family has been dealt with by military law, and he is the only one who is dealt with by military law the most often.

When Han heard about military law, she quickly stepped forward and grabbed Yan Zhengde's sleeve, "Prince, no, Nan Cen is so big, do you want to give him some face?"

"Even if he is so old, he knows that he will disobey me. What kind of face does he want?"

"Prince, he has just returned, I don't allow you to hit him."

After Han said that, he directly stretched out his arm to stop him, as if he wanted to protect Yan Nancen.

Yan Nancen sneered behind her, "You don't think you can protect me like this."

Han looked back at him, his eyes full of love, "Nan Cen, go quickly, your father is going to ask for military law."

She didn't care about the coldness in Yan Nancen's eyes. Anyway, she was trying hard to protect Yan Nancen. If someone didn't know about it, she might even regard her as Yan Nancen's biological mother.

Look at the calf she is protecting, it's the same as it is.

Yan Nancen rarely has such disgusting times. He didn't expect that he would be so disgusting as soon as he came back after a few years.

He frowned, "Wait, who wants you to protect me? Can you protect me?"

"Who is this general?" Yan Zhengde was furious. If he could ease his expression a little before, he would no longer bear it.

Just at this time someone took the military stick up. Yan Zhengde grabbed the military stick without saying a word and beat Yan Nancen up to the head.

Yan Nancen did not fight back or avoid, he just avoided the fatal blow as much as possible.

Han stood aside and cried and asked Yan Zhengde to stop and stop hitting him.

Yan Nancen supported his hands on the table, allowing Yan Zhengde to whip his back one by one with a military stick.

He gritted his teeth tightly, not even breathing harder, and then carried Yan Zhengde for more than a dozen sticks.

It was not until Yan Zhengde was wearing thick clothes and had no strength in his hands that he stood up straight, his face still as cold as usual, "Have Prince De played it well? I'm going back after the fight."

Yan Zhengde was so angry that he wanted to pick up the stick and hit someone again, but he overestimated his strength and his hands were so shaking that he couldn't even pick up the stick.

Yan Nancen turned around and left the dining room and headed towards his yard. The servant followed him and wanted to reach out to help him, but Yan Nancen refused.

He had to send the person to the yard and quickly prepared the medicine for injury.

When the women saw him leave, they carefully came to the yard. Yan Nancen lies on the bed with his eyes closed and resting.

This skin trauma had no effect on him, and he didn't seem to care whether his body was injured or whether there were scars on his back.

After Rouer knocked on the door and didn't respond, she boldly pushed the door and came in.
Chapter completed!