"Mr. Zhenguo, I have been waiting for a long time again."

As soon as he entered Situ's Mansion, Wang Yun inside quickly walked out with a look of joy.

Yang Cong nodded slightly and replied.

Wang Yun looked happy and glanced at him, and he happened to see Tianming following Yang Cong: "This person is better than Lingzi Tianming."

"Tianming, why don't you come to pay homage to Lord Situ." Yang Cong glanced at Tianming behind him.

When Tianming heard this, he hurriedly walked forward and quickly came to Wang Yun, bowing and saying, "Tianming greets Lord Situ."

"I've said it." Wang Yun smiled: "If you don't mind tomorrow, you can call me Mr. Wang."

"Old Wang." Tianming shouted.

"Come on, wait for the country, Tianming, please come here." Wang Yun smiled and welcomed Yang Cong and Tianming into the main hall.

In the main hall, the tabletops were filled with delicious food.

Seeing these delicious dishes, Yang Cong and Tianming looked calmer.

As the Emperor of God, Yang Cong has never seen anything, and as the son of the King of Zhenguo, Tianming has never seen anything.

"Come on, please take your seat, both of you." Wang Yun signaled the two to take your seat.

After sitting down, Wang Yun said, "I'm asking Zhenguo Hou to come today, just to contact the Zhenguo Hou. There is no other intention."

"Since Wang Situ said this, I will naturally accept it." Yang Cong said.

"Come...go to invite the lady to dance to the country." Wang Yun shouted.

"Miss?" Tianming, who was sitting aside, looked puzzled. He had never heard of Wang Yun and his unmarried children.

However, unlike Tianming's confusion, Yang Cong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the graceful woman slowly walking out of the main hall.

This woman is so wonderful that she can be said to be the most beautiful woman Yang Cong has ever seen in this world.

The whole person is as wonderful as a lotus coming out of water, a lotus in bud.

However, Yang Cong looked at it and understood what Wang Yun meant.

But I don't know it.

Tianming stared at the woman with his eyes straight at this moment. Even the delicious food placed in front of him could no longer attract his attention.

Seeing Tianming like this, Yang Cong couldn't help frowning.

Although Tianming was his adopted son, Yang Cong raised him as his biological son.

I will definitely go back to heaven with him in the future.

Regardless of whether there is blood relationship or not, the inheritance rights of the throne of the Heavenly Court will be held in heaven.

Those who achieve great things are not focused on the details, and greed for beauty is definitely not a good thing.

So Yang Cong was a little unhappy when he saw Tianming like this.

You can like beauties, but you can't even move your eyes like this.

It seemed that she felt Tianming's hot gaze, and the woman with a slightly red face became even more shy.

But when she saw Yang Cong's uninterested gaze, a trace of loss flashed in her eyes.

"Old Wang, who is this?" Tianming asked first.

"This is Diao Chan, my little girl."

When Wang Yun said this, Yang Cong said in his heart that it was true.

"Diao Chan...a good name." Tianming nodded repeatedly.

"Diao Chan, this is the master of Zhenguo Hou." Wang Yun introduced to Diao Chan: "This one is Tianming, the adopted son of Zhenguo Hou."

"I pay homage to the Lord Zhenguo, Master Tianming." Diao Chan gave a gift to Yang Cong and Tianming.

"Diao Chan, today the Hou Zhenguo and the Young Master Tianming are here, so you can dance a song for them." Wang Yun said.

"Sister obeys the order."

After saying that, Diao Chan began to dance in the main hall.

From beginning to end, it is probably the only thing that is most interested in Diao Chan, and Tianming applauds from time to time.

On the other hand, Yang Cong had no interest in his eyes, and only had a trace of insignificant curiosity.

Diao Chan, one of the four great beauties in ancient China, is said to be wonderful and good at singing and dancing.

He can be said to be an extremely perfect person.

But after experiencing so much, Yang Cong has seen much more.

As for Diao Chan's appearance, none of his wives were worse than her, and they were even better than that.

So what if Diao Chan is the four beauties? She is just a mortal. Dongfang Bai is an immortal, an immortal immortal.

Unless there are some specific situations, it is difficult for Yang Cong to be interested in someone now.

After leaving Situ's Mansion, Tianming was full of smiles on his face, as if he had eaten honey.

Seeing Tianming like this, Yang Cong said lightly: "Do you have any thoughts about Diao Chan?"

Tianming originally smiled, but when he heard Yang Cong's words, Tianming seemed to have been splashed with cold water and came back to his senses: "No...father...I..."

However, when Tianming wanted to answer again, he found that his father had already disappeared from his sight.

.........

"Lord, the young master went to Situ's Mansion again today."

The servant came to pass the message, and Yang Cong waved his hand and signaled the servant to go down.

After the servant left, Yang Cong couldn't help but sigh.

In the past two days, Tianming can be said to go to Situ's Mansion whenever he has time, but Yang Cong had nothing to say.

Because every time Tianming completes the tasks assigned by Yang Cong before going.

It can be said that this is the first time he is so helpless.

How could he not understand what Wang Yun’s plan was.

But perhaps because of his arrogance, he felt that even if Wang Yun used a trick, he would not cause harm to him, so he didn't care about what trick Wang Yun used.

Today is the third day, the day of the battle that Tianming and Lu Bu agreed to have.

Yang Cong got up and slowly walked out of Zhenguo Mansion.

At this time, the martial arts field of the west barracks of the city was filled with many soldiers.

The reason why they all squeezed here was because they wanted to see who was stronger in the battle between Little Overlord Tianming and Lu Bu.

The former is the adopted son of the Duke of Zhenguo. Although he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, his strength is not weaker than those of them, and he is already in a match with Lu Bu.

The latter, the former adopted son of Dong Zhuo, was killed at that time, but he surrendered to Yang Cong's men and sent him the nickname Lu Bu and the horse and the red rabbit.

"There is a journey to Zhenguo!"

I don't know who shouted.

The martial arts performance venue, which was originally crowded, instantly gave up a path.

Yang Cong slowly walked to the specially arranged position.

The main position is naturally Yang Cong, and the one sitting on the left are the former commander Li Jue and Guo Si, generals of the former Xiliang Army.

Sitting on the right are the five commanders of the Royal Imperial Guards under Yang Cong.

In the ring in the center of the martial arts field, Tianming held a long sword in his hand, while his opponent Lu Bu was a square painting halberd standing there as if standing upright.

Yang Cong was not very interested in this duel, after all, he had already known the outcome.
Chapter completed!