A black shadow sneaked into Wang Ning'an's study. The three-foot sword in his hand suddenly pulled out and pressed directly on Wang Ning'an's shoulder.

"You are also in your twenties. Can you be more mature?" Wang Ning'an said helplessly. Yang Huaiyu proudly took back his sword. Since he was plotted by Wang Ning'an's sword drawing technique, he has liked to take revenge.

"Your shoulders have moved." Yang Huaiyu said.

“So what?”

"It proves that you are afraid."

"Bah, will I be afraid of you?" Wang Ning'an shouted loudly.

Yang Huaiyu suddenly smiled, "Even if you are not afraid, it means your vigilance is not as good as the previous few days." Yang Huaiyu sat proudly opposite Wang Ning'an, "A few days ago, you knew it was me, and your shoulders would not tremble at all, so you have something to worry about!"

Wang Ning'an was very frustrated, but he was helpless. Indeed, he had no thoughts these days.

"What can you do if you are right?" Wang Ning'an said as if he was rogue.

Yang Huaiyu smiled even brighter, "Erlang, not long ago, you taught me a lesson and said that I shouldn't let the good family help you, and act like a child. You're right, I listened to it. But today, I want to give you this."

"What does it mean?" Wang Ning'an said angrily: "It's inexplicable!"

Yang Huaiyu didn't care about Wang Ning'an. He made two big bowls of noodles with a thick layer of pork belly and garnished with scallions and coriander.

"I treat you, it won't be delicious if it's cold."

After saying that, he kept his head shut and picked up a piece of fat meat, looking intoxicated, melting in his mouth. It was such a good thing. He ate a big mouthful of noodles, sucked a few sips of soup, and delicate sweat was leached on his forehead. It was so refreshing!

Yang Huaiyu looked up and saw Wang Ning'an holding the bowl without moving, and said in confusion: "Why don't you eat it?"

Wang Ning'an suddenly felt a ridiculous, "I said to Brother Yang, you have become too fast, right? I'm really not used to it."

"You will get used to it slowly." Yang Huaiyu said in a vague way: "It's good to be able to eat a bowl of rotten meat noodles in San Nian. When you go to Bianjing in the future, I will invite you to Fanlou to eat the best dishes in the world and the most beautiful girl in the world."

"The dog can't spit out ivory!"

Wang Ning'an picked up a chopstick and bit it down with a big mouthful, as if he was biting Yang Huaiyu's flesh. As expected, the country was easy to change and his nature was hard to change. This kid was still a playboy's virtue...

After eating the noodles, Yang Huaiyu left Daming Mansion.

Seven days ago, the official army rushed into Zhuozhou and captured Wang Ze.

This emperor dreamed of being an emperor for only one month and became a prisoner in the court.

The Song Dynasty court was never polite to rebellion. Wang Ze was executed by Ling Chi, and his family was killed. After three days of cutting, Wang Ning'an did not go to see it. Yang Huaiyu admired it from beginning to end. When Wang Ze died, Yang Huaiyu suddenly felt that the clouds in his heart suddenly dispersed.

The bone frame in front of him is his enemy, but he is also his benefactor. Without him, there would never be a brand new Yang Huaiyu. In order to thank his kindness, Yang Huaiyu decided to let someone crush Wang Ze's bone frame into pieces and throw it into the river to feed the fish...

The tolerance of the Song Dynasty was always for scholars. This was a paradise for scholars. As for others, although it was not hell, it was definitely not much better.

Yang Huaiyu returned to Beijing, but his words kept echoing in Wang Ning'an's ears.

Yaya, that bastard said something more reasonable.

He blamed him for not knowing what he should take. He was a fool. What about himself? He was not smart when he should not take care of things he should not be in charge of, but he was worried about his own worries.

Returning to the old path of Henglong, Xia Ze insisted, Zhao Zhen supported, and the civil officials in the court, either supported or acquiesced, were already unstoppable...

Neither Ouyang Xiu nor Jia Changchao were willing, but they couldn't come up with a solution. Wang Ning'an had tried his best and thought of countless ideas, just right, slanted, open, despicable and despicable - but none of them were reliable!

After all, it is just a son of the head. By chance, some chips in his hand can influence some characters, that's all.

The rule of rivers is a major military and national event. The decision-making power is only in the hands of a few people. Even Xianggong Jia is helpless and can do nothing.

Do you really think you are God, do whatever you want and do whatever you want?

It's a joke!

What’s even ridiculous is that even Yang Huaiyu can see clearly, but he is so stupid that he doesn’t know it. It’s so embarrassing.

Wang Ning'an, who had figured it out, has been sleeping before the third day of the first time. He slept with a very sweet sleep until noon the next day.

Without hesitation, he packed his luggage, took his hands on his back, left Daming Mansion, and headed straight for his hometown.

Halfway through the way, I happened to meet my father who had returned from suppressing the Manichaeism. The huge carriage team brought a lot of good things. The father and son met. Along the way, Wang Ning'an was very happy, but Wang Liangjing always felt something was wrong with his son... While eating, Wang Liangjing caught his son aside.

"What's going on with you? I heard that Mr. Jia is looking for you. I'm causing trouble..." Although he took the initiative to say that he was wrong, he was very embarrassed. In order to make his son more normal, Wang Liangjing couldn't care.

Wang Ning'an grinned, "I'll just grab something. Jia Changchao won't have a slight breakup with us for this little thing. But you have no losses, right?"

"No!"

Wang Liangjing proudly told his son that under the flood, many landlords' manors were soaked in water, and the walls collapsed, which was vulnerable. They were armed to their teeth again and had almost never encountered any decent resistance.

It is said that the Song Dynasty was the world of scholars, and it was limited to those who were famous all over the world, who had won the Jinshi and held high positions, ordinary gentry and landlords were stronger than ordinary people.

Every time a rebellion is suppressed, many landlords will be affected. At most, the court will kill a few unlucky guys afterwards to quell the public's grievances. As for the real big boss, part of it will fall into the military boss's pocket and more will be given to civil servants. This is a strange and deformed chain of interests.

Just as everything has two sides, the Song Dynasty, where the culture is prosperous, also has a dark side, and there is more than one side of darkness!

"Dad, if you know that something is wrong but can't stop it, you can only watch it happen. Do you understand that feeling?"

"I?"

Wang Liangjing hesitated for a moment, and he suddenly grabbed the horse spear, threw the heavy weapon into Wang Ning'an's hand.

"You hold it up a hundred times, and Dad will tell you."

Wang Ning'an obediently followed his father's words and made a hundred sensations. Wang Liangjing signaled him to continue doing it. He kept doing it three hundred. Wang Ning'an's arm was almost broken, his forehead was covered with sweat, panting, and unable to speak.

Wang Liangjing grabbed the horse spear and laughed loudly.

"This time, you guy has no energy to think about it!"

Facing the father's proud back, Wang Ning'an was left with only breathing and rolling his eyes. It was really unlucky to meet such a father!

But after sweating, Wang Ning'an became really brisk. Instead of wasting energy to do things that were destined to be unsuccessful, it is better to think about how to grow the Wang family and accumulate enough strength to speak with weight... The clouds in the sky are not as good as the dog tail grass in their hands.

As Cangzhou got closer and closer, a team of people ran to their front. The old man in charge was Ouyang Xiu.

"Drunk, are you?"

"Oh, I have already written a letter to retire and return home. I am here to come to receive my hair."

Retirement?

What a joke, the old master seems to be less than fifty years old, and he is strong and healthy. It is okay to work for another 10 or 20 years, right? Wang Ning'an hesitated and said, "Did the court insist on going back to the river?"

"Well, Xia Ze wrote a letter. He wanted to dig a Liuta River to guide the Yellow River water back to the old path." Ouyang Xiu took a deep breath, "I am incompetent and ashamed of the people, so I can only go home."

"No!"

Wang Ning'an's eyes rolled quickly. He didn't want to let Ouyang Xiu go. The old man's influence was too great. "Zuiweng, I have an idea."

"speak!"

"This time the battle to return to the river is actually very simple... It's just that in the court, there are only bureaucrats, no professionalism, premieres, no water conservancy, no geography, only know how to build a car behind closed doors, and the party fights against differences... This is also the big drawback of my education in China for thousands of years. The drunkard is in the hope of the world, so he has no idea to turn it around?"
Chapter completed!