Heifeng heard this and hurriedly said, "Tell me how to solve it, I can give you gold coins."

Tang Ning waved his hand: "It's vulgar to talk about money. Besides, this is not something that money can solve." She didn't give him the chance to ask again, and then walked forward with big strides.

When she came to the main courtyard, she saw the man drinking tea in the courtyard, and her eyes moved slightly.

It turned out that his name was Mo Ye, and he was the third son of the emperor in charge of the empire. Even though he was gifted since childhood, he still could not be favored by the emperor because he was destined to live no longer than twenty-five years old. He was a man of the Heavenly Curse and his relatives were not destined to be lonely for the rest of his life.

No emperor would like to have such a son by his side. Therefore, he was released from the palace to establish his own palace since he was a child. Even if it was over a year, he would probably not be summoned once.

It was as if the king who was in charge of the Xuanlong Kingdom had long forgotten that he had a son like him. This was something that almost everyone in the entire imperial city knew.

Although King Ye was not able to win the holy heart and lost his holy favor since childhood, he was very powerful. Even if he didn't rely on the one in the palace, he could stand above everyone. He was also the object of awe in this intricate imperial city.

However, no one knows where his unfathomable strength and cultivation come from? And no one knows who he is from? He seems to be shrouded in a mysterious fog, and no one can see through it or see it.

She put her mood away, walked up to her and sat down at the table: "Look for me?" While she was talking, she picked up the fruit on the table and ate it. She was not restrained by the guests at all, but was extremely comfortable.

Hei Feng and Anyi stood behind Mo Ye, looking at the little monk who was extremely relaxed and leisurely in front of their master, he was a little confused. Where did this little monk get the courage?

Mo Ye glanced at him and a low voice came out of his mouth: "If you can leave my king's mansion within three days, even if you meet me in the future, you will not make things difficult for you. If you can't leave within three days, then stay and become my right hand, and respect me for the rest of your life."

Hei Feng and An behind him were stunned when they heard this. Isn’t it? What’s the point of this little monk? The master actually wants to keep him as his left and right hands? You need to know that the only two of them around him, is it good to train them since childhood?

For a moment, the two looked at the little monk with hostility.

Tang Ning took a meal with fruit, looked at Mo Ye with surprise, and asked, "Are you serious?"

Looking at the clear eyes like glass, Mo Ye's heart moved slightly. How could a cunning little boy like a fox have such beautiful eyes?

He took his eyes away from those eyes, picked up the tea and took a sip: "I have always said something."

"good!"

Tang Ning responded immediately, and slapped his hand on the table. Heifeng, who was standing behind Mo Ye, stared at the little monk who was completely indiscriminate.

He dared to slap the table and shout in front of his master. He was so unruly, but the master wanted to keep him by his side as his left and right hands? What did he like about him?

"If I can really leave, you can't cause trouble for me when you meet me again." Tang Ning added another sentence with concern.
Chapter completed!