"It turns out to be Young Hero Nangong." When the family heard this, they quickly saluted and respectfully turned to Aunt Shan and said, "Excuse me, this old nanny..."
Aunt Shan said: "My surname is Shan, and Young Hero Nangong is my young master."
When the old man heard this, he said yes twice in succession.
Aunt Shan continued: "Now I would like to ask the old housekeeper, please invite Valley Master Wei from Gui Valley..."
After the old man said yes twice, he said humbly: "I'll go in and report now. You two, please wait a moment."
Nangong Haotian didn't speak and began to close his eyes to rest. He was thinking about how to face Wei Xiaoying and force his way in with a strong attitude? Or should he let Aunt Shan control it?
Nangong Haotian sensed that the maids and maids standing at the two corners of the flower hall were all looking at them intently. He couldn't help but feel funny in his heart, but he immediately returned to normal. Looking at the tables and chairs in the hall, he found that most of them were carved with red sandalwood and were bulky.
It is large and there are mostly vigorous calligraphy and landscape paintings hanging on the walls. I guess this layout may have come from the design of the former Wei Lao Valley Master.
After waiting for a while, Wei Xiaoying still did not come out, and the family members who went in to inform her did not receive a reply or send a message in advance.
Nangong Haotian was angry at first, but now he felt even more impatient. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Aunt Shan, the meaning was obvious.
Although Aunt Shan also felt a little confused, she kept shaking her head slightly and hinting to Nangong Haotian to wait patiently with her eyes. According to Wei Xiaoying's trick, it should be a reconciliation and friendly situation.
At this moment, a beautiful maid who was sixteen or seventeen years old and looked very smart and cute quietly walked from behind the screen to a corner of the flower hall.
When she walked towards the corner of the hall, her big dark eyes flashed from time to time, and she glanced at Nangong Haotian with a mysterious smile.
"Where are you Valley Master?" Nangong Haotian asked.
The little maid seemed not to have expected that Nangong Haotian would ask her. She trembled all over, stopped hurriedly, and said in a panic: "In...in...in the Buddhist hall, coming soon."
When Nangong Haotian heard that he was in the Buddhist hall, he couldn't help but look at Aunt Shan in surprise, and Aunt Shan was also looking back at him in surprise.
Nangong Haotian touched the tip of his nose and thought with some evil thoughts: Could it be that Wei Xiaoying decided to defect to Buddhism and stop doing evil? It is a pity that she has such a good skin, a beauty...
At this moment, a figure flashed behind the Jin screen, and the old family member who went to report had hurried in.
When the family saw Nangong Haotian, they hurriedly apologized respectfully: "I'm very sorry for keeping Young Master Nangong and Aunt Shan waiting for so long."
Nangong Haotian asked in a deep voice: "Where is your Valley Master?"
The old family member hurriedly said respectfully: "Reporting to Young Hero Nangong, my old lady heard that Young Hero Nangong had arrived, so she came from the Buddhist hall to receive her in person..."
When Nangong Haotian heard about the old lady, he suddenly stood up from his chair and said coldly: "Since you are an old man, how can you come to receive the younger generation in person?"
Although Aunt Shan also stood up from the chair, she smiled and said seriously: "I'm afraid the old lady has already arrived, and I can't stop her, so I have no choice but to pay my respects here."
As soon as he finished speaking, there were already footsteps behind the screen, and there was a kind, happy and slight chuckle.
Nangong Haotian knew that Mrs. Wei had arrived, so he walked to the center and looked at the screen calmly. He still respected the old man Nangong Haotian, and it could be seen that this old man still fasted and chanted Buddha's name, so he should not be a treacherous person.
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Aunt Shan also hurriedly stood behind Nangong Haotian.
Following the sound of footsteps, two middle-aged servants in gray came out from behind the brocade screen, supporting an old lady with a rosy complexion and a kind smile.
Mrs. Wei was about seventy years old. She was wearing a yellow satin monk's robe, but her hair was as white as silver. She seemed to be just chanting Buddhist scriptures and cultivating her mind.
When Nangong Haotian saw her, he hurriedly bowed deeply and said loudly and respectfully: "Suibei Yulin Henan Gongzhuang, my junior Nangong Haotian has met Mrs. Wei."
Mrs. Wei was smiling all over her face. When she heard this, she hurriedly stretched out her hand and said: "Oh, help the young hero up quickly, help the young hero up quickly."
But Nangong Haotian had already bowed.
When Mrs. Wei saw it, she could only smile kindly and said: "Ah, I really don't dare to take it, I really don't dare to take it."
After Nangong Haotian stood up after saluting, Aunt Shan took two steps forward and said in a respectful voice: "Aunt Shan, a servant of Nangong Mansion, please see Mrs. Wei."
Just as she was about to kneel down, Mrs. Wei was already panicking and laughing: "You and I are about the same age, so we should be sisters. Don't do any big gestures. Please help me quickly, help me quickly."
While they were talking, a middle-aged servant who was supporting Mrs. Wei had already supported Aunt Shan.
Aunt Shan had already seen that Mrs. Wei intended to let Nangong Haotian perform a grand ceremony, and she had already warned her in advance to stop her at the right time.
After thinking about it, when he saw the servant woman coming to help him, he stopped insisting and said with a smile and humility: "Old madam, you are too polite. I am just a member of the Nangong Mansion. I accompanied my young master to deliver the sword today."
"What kind of sword are you giving me?" Mrs. Wei was stunned for a moment, but then she asked with a smile: "Whose sword is it?"
While talking, he discovered the Frost Flying Sword in Nangong Haotian's hand.
Nangong Haotian also hurriedly took two steps forward, held up the sword with both hands, and said: "Please ask the old lady to accept it on behalf of Valley Master Wei."
Mrs. Wei looked at the sword in confusion and said: "Isn't this Xiaoying's sword? How come it is in your hand..."
But before the words were finished, the clever maid who came earlier ran over anxiously and said urgently: "Return to the old lady, this sword was borrowed by the young hero from our lady."
Nangong Haotian frowned when he heard this, but said nothing and watched everything quietly.
Mrs. Wei, however, looked at the sword beside Nangong Haotian and asked in confusion: "Doesn't Young Master Nangong have his own sword?"
The clever maid hurriedly explained: "Oh, Nangong Shaoxia's sword is broken. You can only look at it, but you can't use it."
Mrs. Wei said solemnly: "Nonsense, a broken sword can be so precious, and why do you still put a sheath on the scabbard?"
"Oh!~" The witty maid paused for a moment, then stammered in a panic: "Well, wouldn't it be invisible if you put a sheath on the sword? So Nangong Shaoxia's sword is just hung to look good.
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When Mrs. Wei heard this, she became even more angry and said: "The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes. It's just nonsense. Why don't you take the young lady's sword quickly?"
The clever maid nervously responded with a respectful response, and hurried to Nangong Haotian to take the sword.
Mrs. Wei then raised her hands and smiled, and said kindly: "Young hero, please take a seat."
Nangong Haotian quickly bowed and said: "There is no seat for the juniors in front of the old lady."
Nangong Haotian has now seen that this matter must have nothing to do with Mrs. Wei. It must have been caused by the woman Wei Xiaoying, but he doesn't know what it means to hand over Mrs. Wei?
Just when Mrs. Wei was waiting for something to say, Aunt Shan had already said, "Why don't you sit down, Mrs. Wei, and our young master will accompany you on one side? This will save you energy when speaking, and it will also look friendly to both young and old."
When Mrs. Wei heard this, she laughed happily. She looked at Aunt Shan and praised, "Very good, your sister is very thoughtful."
While he was talking, two maids had already helped him sit down on the big chair at the top. The two maids stood on the left and right.
Aunt Shan also hurriedly moved the big chair she had been sitting on to the front of Mrs. Wei's chair.
Nangong Haotian first bowed to Mrs. Wei and then sat down on the big chair.
Mrs. Wei's kind eyes never left Nangong Haotian's body, she kept looking at him, and she showed a satisfied smile from time to time.
At this time, seeing Nangong Haotian sitting down, he asked with a smile: "Nangong Young Master, why did you borrow Xiaoying's sword?"
When Nangong Haotian asked, he didn't know how to answer. He couldn't help but secretly hate in his heart: When did I borrow her sword? I'm not a bitch, it would be better if I borrowed your body! Wei Xiaoying's beautiful figure appeared in Nangong Haotian's heart.
In any case, even if Nangong Haotian was filled with rage at this moment, he would not dare to vent it on such an old man. After all, respecting the old and loving the young is a necessary virtue required by Uncle Mao.
And he, the young knight from the Yulin and Henan palaces, is a famous martial arts family with a chivalrous style all over the world. He can be shameless, but he can't help but think about his family, even though he doesn't know where his family is.
Just as Nangong Haotian was thinking about it, Aunt Shan leaned over and replied: "My young master, because he wanted to break into a gangster's iron warehouse, I knew that the Baoshuang Flying Sword passed down from Guigu family can cut gold, cut jade, and sharpen iron.
Mud, so I took the liberty to borrow it from your lady."
When Mrs. Wei heard this, she suddenly smiled and said: "So that's what happened. Seeing this child running nervously into the Buddhist hall, he forced me, an old woman, to come out to meet Nangong Young Hero..."
Nangong Haotian leaned forward and asked, "May I ask, old lady, where is Miss Wei?"
Mrs. Wei smiled kindly and said: "She just said that a... a certain girl came to see her. Now she has arrived outside the door. Is... is... what kind of girl is she?"
Mrs. Wei turned back to look at the middle-aged servant woman on one side, and said with a smile: "Look at me, an old man, who is... what kind of girl is she?"
Aunt Shan smiled hoarsely, and before the middle-aged servant woman could answer, she already smiled and said, "She must be Miss Liu."
"Yes, yes, it's Miss Liu." When Mrs. Wei heard this, she asked with some confusion: "Hey, how did you know it was Miss Liu?"
Aunt Shan had already arrived outside the door after hearing what Mrs. Wei had just said. She leaned over and replied, "We met at the door when we came in."
Mrs. Wei had no doubt that it existed, and she immediately laughed.
At this moment, a figure flashed behind the Jin screen, and Wei Xiaoying, radiant and deliberately dressed up, walked in.
Wei Xiaoying blushed at first, glanced at Nangong Haotian with a smile, and then looked at Mrs. Wei and called her mother affectionately and coquettishly.
When Mrs. Wei saw it, she complained: "Look at you kid, why didn't you greet Nangong Shaoxia and Aunt Shan first? Why did you greet your mother first?"
Wei Xiaoying's pretty face turned even redder when she was asked, but she smiled very naturally and said, "We have met before!"
Mrs. Wei said angrily: "You were both outside before, but now you are in our home, and you are just guests in our home."