Hearing this, Ouyang Tianfeng frowned and his spirits were immediately lifted.
"This opportunity will prove that you are better than my father. Whether you do it or not, I will not force you, unless you don't want to use something truly meaningful to wash away the memory of your father's secret plot thirty years ago."
The insult of being wounded by a master."
"Can it really prove that I am better than that guy the Emperor?"
"certainly."
"Then tell me, how can I prove it?"
When Situ Xinghen saw that his free-spirited master had become interested in this matter under the guidance of Nangong Lan's words, he had to admire his wife.
Although she spoke to him like a dead old man, the master didn't care at all about such a title.
She was able to capture the feeling of talking to him in the first place, and then used words to induce her. It seemed that it was really possible for her master to send a message to the Dayue Dynasty.
"Actually, this matter is related to the foundation of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. My father..."
"etc……"
Ouyang Tianfeng suddenly stopped what Nangong Lan was saying.
"what?"
Nangong Lan asked angrily.
"Hmph, you disrespect me by calling me an old man, but you call the emperor your father. I'm not convinced."
"Ah? But after all, I am Xinghen's wife, and the emperor is his father. It is only natural that I call him father!"
"It won't work if I say no."
"Then what do you want me to call him?"
"Huh? Then you can call him a dead boy!
Quack, quack, the old man is bigger than the boy, you call me the old man, the emperor, the boy, but I still take advantage."
Nangong Lan really didn't expect that Ouyang Tianfeng would care about such a matter. It seemed that his spirit of confronting the emperor was carried out by him to the end.