The gate of the Marquis' Mansion was slowly closed from the inside after Zhongbo and the others left. Zhongbo couldn't help but look back, feeling a little sighing.

Thinking back to the past, where was the Marquis' Mansion? Even the young master of the Minister's family could not reach the top.

But now, in order to avoid the sharp edge against them, His Majesty will not be suspicious again, but he has to close the door during the day and the guests will not leave. I am afraid that this is not something that outsiders can see through it with just a few glances.

"Who?" The gate of the Marquis' Mansion behind him was closed, and even the long street in front of the door was rarely visited.

Therefore, Zhongbo's vision is very broad, "I can't come out yet? If I ask this young master to find it, I will definitely tell you that there will be no return."

At a corner of the wall, as soon as the words were finished, a person's figure slowly moved out. His steps were slow, his waist was twisting and he refused to straighten, and his whole body was only emitting a sense of reluctance.

The man's dress was so familiar that it fell into Zhongbo's eyes, and it was even more eye-catching. He couldn't help but feel angry: "Did my father send you to follow me?"

The servant shook his head and nodded, and after hesitating, he fell to the ground in the street: "Young master, little..."

The other party was so ill-telling, and there was nothing else I didn't understand. Zhongbo only sneered at the corner of his mouth and looked at Huaifeng beside him: "I'll make you laugh."

Zhongbo was uncomfortable in his family, and Huaifeng knew about it. Today, he was just from his old friend's house, but he could have caused many twists and turns.

It's really funny.

However, other people's family affairs should never be something he can touch: "Zhongbo, since I have seen the prince, I will say goodbye first. Let's see you again."

After seeing this next sentence, Huaifeng looked at the servant who was kneeling on the ground with a meaningful look, and then walked away.

For a moment, there were only servants and Zhong Bo on the huge, spacious and distant street. The servants couldn't help but feel even more panicked, "Young Master, forgive me, and forgive me, these are all the instructions of the master. I dare not refuse to obey!"

What kind of virtue does the young master in their family have to be slutty? He has seen it before. In this situation, he dared not keep silent. It is feasible to be able to pass the young master first and then go back to face the master.

Zhongbo was angry, but he didn't make things difficult for a servant. He waved his hand and gave up immediately, but said angrily: "Go back to your house."

The servant was stunned for a moment, and his heart was pounding, and he secretly complained: Is this still the eldest son of his family who is furious at every turn?

"What are you doing when you stand?" Zhong Bo turned around and stared at the servant who was still kneeling on the ground and refused to get up: "This matter is not over yet. When I go back, I will clarify the reason and I will definitely break your legs."

What he hated in his life was the kind of person who was gossiping behind his back and was a waste of others, and he was simply useless to keep it in the crowd.

As for whether it was forced by the situation, what was the young master Zhongbo who had to think about? He just rushed back to the mansion angrily: "Dad, did you send someone to follow me?"

"Look at you, it's noisy all day long, and it's all right to go out?" The Minister of the Secretariat was so angry that his eyebrows were beating wildly, and he wanted to slap the table: "It's said that birds of a feather flock together, why don't you look at the prince and the prince, and then look at you?"

The prince? What he said means is that he already knows who he is going to meet today?

Zhongbo's anger that had been coming all the way up could not help but surged up at this moment: "So, Dad, you have sent more than one person to stare at me? How worried are you of me, so you will send someone to keep a close eye on me all the time?"

The minister's expression couldn't help but tighten, but when the elder's dignity was still there: "You still have the face to argue with me here? If you hadn't been sleeping outside all day long, I was afraid that you would make trouble, and then someone else's stomach would be big, and then he would make trouble in our mansion."

"At that time, my assistant minister Pei Chengqing's name will be heard all over Kyoto by you." When talking about this incompetent son, the assistant minister was even more angry and coughed repeatedly.

Zhongbo, standing there, couldn't help but move forward for a half-step, but he didn't go forward in the end: "Then have I dismissed them too today? So, the rumors from the outside world are now just rumorless."

Pei Chengqing waved his hand and signaled him to stop talking quickly: "Well, let's put aside the past. I will just say, why did you go to the Pingyang Marquis Mansion today?"

The slaves at home took some serious measures and caught one. It turned out that there were more people who passed the news back early in the morning.

The more I thought about it, the more depressed I felt, Zhongbo raised his foot and kicked the servant who came in behind him and knelt down: "It's your mouth broken."

"Stop! What are you doing?" Pei Chengqing couldn't stand it and blamed him vigorously: "You go out to spend time and drink every day and find someone to watch you for your father. Why are you still so ungrateful?"

Zhongbo also breathed out with the action under his feet: "But my son is going to find the prince today. Dad, didn't you praise the prince vigorously just now?"

In the past, I disliked him for eating and drinking and drinking. So now I have nowhere to be criticized for having sex with talents in Kyoto, right?

I thought that the topic of this topic could finally be stopped, so Zhong Bo found a place to sit down.

But I only heard a different voice from the minister's mouth: "You will be better off walking with the prince of the Ling family in the future."

"Why?" Zhongbo bounced up from the seat, his eyes widened: "You used to care about me, so I recognized it. But now? What's wrong with getting to know Junxian, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Everything should be justified for a reason, right? Otherwise, it would be to pick the bones in the egg, and to deliberately provoke: "I think you were attracted by the mother and son. I felt unhappy when I saw me, and I hoped that I would be the legitimate son, right?"

"You, you!" Pei Chengqing was so angry that he couldn't spit out a word for a while. His eyes were just circling around the room, and finally he raised his hand: "I have something to say to the young master, you all go down first, and no one is allowed to come in without orders."

The servants only said that the master wanted to scold Zhongbo again. This was a scene that would be performed once every two or three days in the minister's house. Therefore, no one would think that there was anything wrong or think too much. After all, they all bowed down in a hurry.

When the room became empty, Pei Chengqing pressed his temples with his fingertips: "Now there are only you and me in the room. I might as well tell you some things together."

Zhongbo believed from the bottom of his heart that Pei Chengqing was sowed by the mother and daughter of the house, and he felt unhappy in his eyes, "Dad, since you want to explain your words, then the sons have to listen carefully."

Zhong Bofu twisted his body again, sat upright in his seat, staring at the minister in front of him with only a pair of eyes.
Chapter completed!