The best waste god

"It turns out to be Nangong Shaoxia." The old family member hurriedly saluted upon hearing this, and then turned to Aunt Dan and said, "Excuse me, this old lady..."

Aunt Shan said: "My surname is Shan, and Nangong Shaoxia is my young master."

When the old family heard this, they answered yes two times.

Aunt Shan continued: "Now please invite the old butler, please invite Wei Guzhu who came out of Guigu..."

After the old family answered yes twice, they humbly said: "I'll go in and report right now, you two, please wait a moment."

Nangong Haotian didn't speak, and began to close his eyes and meditate. He was thinking about how to face Wei Xiaoying and break through with a tough attitude?Or let Aunt Shan handle it?

Nangong Haotian sensed that the servants and maids standing at the two corners of the flower hall were all staring at each other intently. He couldn't help laughing in his heart, but he immediately returned to normal. Looking at the tables and chairs in the hall, he found that most of them were carved with red sandalwood. On the other hand, there are mostly vigorous calligraphy and landscape paintings hanging on the walls. It is conjectured that this arrangement was probably designed by the old Guzhu Wei.

After waiting for a while, Wei Xiaoying still did not come out, and the old family members who went in to report did not see a reply or send a message first.

Nangong Haotian was originally angry, but now he felt even more impatient, slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at Aunt Shan lightly, the meaning was already obvious.

Although Aunt Shan also felt a little puzzled, she kept shaking her head slightly, and hinted to Nangong Haotian to wait patiently with her eyes. According to Wei Xiaoying's trick, it should be a reconciliation and friendly situation.

At this moment, a beautiful maid who was sixteen or seventeen years old, who looked very clever and cute, quietly walked from behind the screen to a corner of the flower hall.

When she walked towards the corner of the hall, her big black eyes flickered from time to time, and she glanced at Nangong Haotian with a mysterious smile.

"Where's your Valley Master?" Nangong Haotian asked.

The little maid didn't seem to have expected Nangong Haotian to ask her at all, trembling all over, she hurriedly stopped, and said in a panicked voice: "In...in...in the Buddhist hall, I'll be right here."

When Nangong Haotian heard that he was in the Buddhist hall, he couldn't help looking at Aunt Shan in amazement, and Aunt Shan was also turning her head to look at him in amazement.

Nangong Haotian touched the tip of his nose, and thought evilly: Could it be that Wei Xiaoying decided to go to Buddhism and stop doing evil, it's just a pity for such a good skin, beauty...

At this moment, a figure flashed behind Jinping, and the old family member who had gone to report had hurried in.

When the old family saw Nangong Haotian, they hurriedly apologized respectfully: "I'm very sorry for keeping Nangong Shaoxia and Shan Nuo waiting for so long."

Nangong Haotian asked in a deep voice: "Where is your Valley Master?"

The old family hurriedly said in a respectful voice: "Reporting to Nangong Shaoxia, my old lady heard that Nangong Shaoxia has arrived, and I specially came to receive him in person from the Buddhist hall..."

When Nangong Haotian heard about the old lady, he suddenly stood up from the chair, and said indifferently: "Since you are an old man, how can you come here to receive the younger generation in person?"

Although Aunt Shan also stood up from the chair, she smiled and said seriously: "I'm afraid the old lady has already arrived, and I can't stop it, so I have no choice but to pay my respects here."

As soon as the voice finished speaking, there were already footsteps behind Jinping, and there were occasional kind, happy and slight laughter.

Nangong Haotian knew that Mrs. Wei had arrived, walked to the center, and looked at the screen lightly. He still respected the old man Nangong Haotian, and it was obvious that this old man still ate fast and recited Buddha, so he shouldn't be a villain. generation.

Aunt Shan also hurriedly stood behind Nangong Haotian.

With the sound of footsteps, two middle-aged servants in gray clothes came from behind Jinping, supporting an old lady with a ruddy complexion and a kind smile.

Mrs. Wei is about seventy years old. She wears a yellow satin monk robe, but her hair is as white as silver. It seems that she is only chanting Buddhist scriptures to cultivate her mind and nature.

Seeing Nangong Haotian, he hastily bowed deeply, and said respectfully and loudly: "Suibei Yulin Henan Gongzhuang, junior Nangong Haotian has met Mrs. Wei."

Old Madam Wei was smiling all over her face, when she heard this, she hurriedly stretched out her hand and said, "Oh, help the young man up quickly, help the young man up quickly."

But Nangong Haotian had already bowed down.

When Mrs. Wei saw it, she could only smile kindly and said: "Ah, I really dare not do it, I really don't dare to do it."

After Nangong Haotian saluted and stood up, Aunt Shan took two steps forward, and said in a respectful voice: "Aunt Shan, a servant of Nangong Mansion, see Mrs. Wei."

Just as she was about to kneel down, Mrs. Wei panicked and laughed, "You and I are about the same age, so we should belong to the same sisters. Don't make any big salutes. Hold on quickly, hold on quickly."

While speaking, a middle-aged servant who was helping Mrs. Wei had already supported Aunt Shan.

Aunt Shan had already seen that Mrs. Wei intended to ask Nangong Haotian to give a big gift, and she had already told her to stop Aunt Shan in due course.

While thinking about it, when he saw the servant woman coming to help him, he stopped insisting, and said modestly with a smile: "Old lady, you are too polite, I am just from Nangong Mansion, and I accompanied my young master to bring the sword here today."

"What sword?" Mrs. Wei was taken aback for a moment, but then smiled and asked, "Whose sword?"

While talking, he discovered the Shuangfei Sword in Nangong Haotian's hand.

Nangong Haotian also hastily stepped forward two steps, held the sword with both hands, and said: "Please accept it on behalf of Guzhu Wei."

Madam Wei looked at the sword in confusion: "Isn't this Xiaoying's sword? Why is it in your hand..."

But before he finished speaking, the witty maid who came earlier ran over anxiously, and said anxiously: "Return to the old lady, this sword was borrowed by the young hero from our young lady."

Nangong Haotian frowned, but didn't say anything, and watched all this quietly.

However, Mrs. Wei glanced at the sword beside Gong Haotian in puzzlement, and asked in puzzlement, "Doesn't Nangong Shaoxia have his own sword?"

The witty maid hurriedly explained: "Oh, Nangong Shaoxia's sword is broken, you can only look at it, not use it."

Madam Wei said in a deep voice: "Nonsense, a broken sword is so precious, and you still put a sheath on it?"

"Oh!~" The shrewd maid paused for a moment, and faltered in panic, "That's right, wouldn't it be invisible if you put on a sword sheath? So Nangong Shaoxia's sword is just hanging nicely, hanging nicely. "

When Mrs. Wei heard this, she became even angrier and said: "The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes. It's just nonsense. Hurry up and take Miss's sword."

The witty maid responded nervously and respectfully, and rushed to Nangong Haotian to take the sword.

Only then did Mrs. Wei smile solemnly, and said kindly: "Young man, please sit up."

Nangong Haotian hurriedly bowed and said, "There is no seat for juniors in front of the old lady."

Nangong Haotian has now seen that this incident must have nothing to do with Mrs. Wei, it must have been caused by this woman, Wei Xiaoying, but I don't know what it means to hand over Mrs. Wei?

Just waiting for Mrs. Wei to say more, Aunt Shan has already said: "The old lady should sit on the top, and our young master will accompany you respectfully. This way of talking saves effort, and it seems that the old and young are friendly."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wei laughed happily.Looking at Aunt Shan, she praised: "Okay, it's because your old girl is thoughtful."

While speaking, two maids helped him to sit on the upper chair, and the two servants separated from each other.

Aunt Shan also hastily moved the big chair she was sitting on to the front of Mrs. Wei's chair.

Nangong Haotian bowed to Mrs. Wei before sitting down on the big chair.

Mrs. Wei's benevolent gaze has never passed Nangong Haotian's body, she kept looking at him, and showed a satisfied smile from time to time.

Seeing Nangong Haotian sitting down at this moment, he asked with a smile: "Young Xia Nangong, why are you borrowing Xiaoying's sword?"

Seeing the question, Nangong Haotian didn't know how to answer, and he couldn't help secretly hating: When did I borrow her sword?Wei Xiaoying's beautiful figure appeared in Nangong Haotian's heart.

In any case, even if Nangong Haotian was full of anger at this moment, he didn't dare to vent it to such an elderly man. After all, respecting the old and loving the young is a necessary virtue required by Uncle Mao.

As for Yulin Henan Gong Shaoxia, after all, he is a chivalrous and well-known martial arts family. He may not lose face, but he has to think about his family, even though he doesn't know where the family is.

Just as Nangong Haotian was thinking about it, Aunt Shan leaned back and replied: "My young master, because he wants to break an iron warehouse of a villain, he knows that Guigu passed down his family to Baoshuangfeijian, which cuts gold and jade, and cuts iron like a sword. mud, so I took the liberty to borrow it from Miss Your Mansion."

When Mrs. Wei heard it, she suddenly smiled and said: "So that's what happened. Seeing that this child ran into the Buddhist hall nervously, and forced my old lady to meet Nangong Shaoxia..."

Nangong Haotian leaned forward and asked, "Dare to ask the old lady, where is Miss Wei?"

Old Mrs. Wei smiled kindly and said: "She said just now that a... some girl came to look for her, and she has already arrived outside the door. Is... is... what kind of girl is it?"

Mrs. Wei turned her head to look at the middle-aged servant woman on the side, and said with a smile: "Look at my old brain, is... what kind of girl is it?"

Aunt Shan smiled dumbly, and before the middle-aged servant woman could answer, she laughed first and said, "It must be Miss Liu."

"That's right, that's right, it's Miss Liu." Mrs. Wei asked a little puzzled when she heard this, "Hey, how do you know it's Miss Liu?"

Aunt Shan had already arrived at the door after hearing what Mrs. Wei said just now, she leaned forward and replied: "We met at the door when we came in."

Old Madam Wei didn't doubt that it was there, she immediately laughed.

At this moment, Wei Xiaoying, who had deliberately dressed up, came in with a flash of a figure behind Jinping, her face radiant.

Wei Xiaoying blushed a pretty face first, and cast a glance at Nangong Haotian with a suppressed smile, then looked at Mrs. Wei and called mother kindly and coquettishly.

When Mrs. Wei saw it, she complained: "Look at you child, why didn't you greet Nangong Shaoxia and Shan Nanny first, why did you greet your mother first?"

Wei Xiaoying blushed even more when she was asked, but she smiled very naturally: "We've met before!"

Old Madam Wei said angrily: "You were both outside before, but now you are at our house, and you are just guests in our house."