Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

"Say!"

Ning Rong's heart trembled, he clenched his dry hands together, and asked in a deep voice.

"Pfft!"

Ning Yuan fell to his knees with tears in his eyes.

"Father, the second brother...he went two days ago, the son is afraid that his father will be sad..."

Ning Rong didn't hear the next words, he only knew that his son was dead.

"Does the white-haired person send the black-haired person..."

Ning Rong's clear eyes became cloudy, but his waist became more and more stooped.

"That's all! The reincarnation of heaven, who can not die..."

After a long silence, Ning Rong waved his hand in a somewhat dispirited manner.

I was right about Mi Zhen, and I always love the youngest more.

"Where's Ning He?"

Ning He is the eldest son of Ning Bai and the second grandson of Ning Rong, and he hinted that Ning Rong would ask Ning Yuan this question.

"He'er...he is competing with Jie'er and Zhong'er for the Marquis of Dingyuan..."

After Ning Yuan said these words, he was already lying on the ground.

It's such a shame, Ning Rong, the ancestor of the Ning family, is still alive, and this happened to his third generation.

"Heh...hehe..."

Ning Yuan stared at Ning Yuan with wide eyes, and smiled coldly for a long time.

"It's really not as good as one generation after another... Tell the little emperor that Marquis Dingyuan belongs to Bai'er. Since he has gone, Marquis Dingyuan will let him take him away. As for those people... let them go to Beimo, the Ning family. I can't afford to lose this man!"

Ning Yuan said firmly, but at this moment he was a little sad.

People change their minds!

"You are their eldest uncle, as a father, I know what you care about. The Yinhou Mansion is the face of the Ning family. Could it be that something happened to the Dingyuanhou Mansion, and your face is radiant?

Don't forget, although the eldest son is not in power, but... can't tolerate these sons corrupting the family tradition!

If the big tree in the sky is not trimmed, it will never grow up, you... go! "

Ning Rong turned around silently, two lines of tears streaming down her face.

"Yes, the child understands!"

Ning Yuan got up slowly, with an unprecedented seriousness on his face, he knew that his compromise had let his father down.

What my father said was right, the long house would not fight for power and profit, but he couldn't tolerate these scumbags ruining the Ning family's family tradition.

That's right!

In the future, the heir of Yinhou Yifu must be the eldest son, must experience the ups and downs of the officialdom, and finally must put down his power and return to the academy to learn.

Ning Yuan, who had made up his mind, strode out. The three generations of the Ning family were already deeply rooted and leafy, and it was time to prune the branches and leaves.

"Ah!" Ning Rong sighed, before coming to the desk, he took a piece of clean white paper, and wrote four large characters... Ning Family Instructions!