In the bedroom, Jiang Hai sat on the chair in a solemn face, holding the tiger's Cardin tightly in his hand, his heart was churning up and down.

But at this time, nanwuming suddenly opened the door and came in.

Seeing nanwuming, Jianghai quickly got up.

"Uncle Nan!"

Nanwuming sees the situation and smiles.

"Master!"

Jiang Hai inquired, "is Nanshu here to find the third brother?"

Voice down, with a kind smile, Nan Wuming returns.

"The marshal ordered me to call the eldest and the third young master together and follow him to the official residence of the provincial servant."

Frown slightly a wrinkle, today just returned to the capital of Jianghai just listen to a Leng a Leng.

He knew that he was a provincial minister, but he was a very important official. But this position has been vacant for a long time.

It is precisely because of the great influence and the wide range of various aspects involved that the current sage has never been able to determine the successor.

How could it have been appointed now?

Of course, at the age of thirteen or four, he joined the army and joined the Jianghai, the western border guard. He has been training in the Huben cavalry, so he doesn't know much about the external information. As for the famous Qi scholar Fengtong, Jianghai is even less familiar.

But Jiang Huan, who was soaking in the bucket, had a one-sided relationship with the official, Fengtong. When he heard the words, he said in his heart.

"Seems to have come back alive."

But now he is as tired as a dead dog. He doesn't want to participate in such annoying rituals as the imperial court at all. He doesn't want to move until he loves who he goes to.

In a short time, it's a path.

"Uncle Nan, I was very tired last night. Tell my father, I will not go."

Jiang Hai doesn't go to see his third brother, so he, a rough man in the army, doesn't want to take part in the courtesy between Wen and Chen.

"Uncle Nan, if the third brother doesn't go, so do I."

But Jiang Hai's words haven't finished, Nan Wuming squints his eyes and smiles very kindly.

"The marshal said that if the two young masters don't get on the sedan chair in a quarter of an hour, each of them will have fifty army sticks!"

"The marshal himself is in charge of the execution!"

For Jiang Huan, the fifty army staff is just like tickling. But the last sentence of nanwuming says, Jiang Huan immediately opens his eyes, pulls the laundry clothes prepared by the maids in advance, and then comes out.

Jianghai just wanted to say that since the third brother doesn't go, I won't go either.

But hearing this, uncle Nan changed his tune.

"Since the third brother doesn't go, I'll go!"

Looking at the tense appearance of the two young masters, nanwuming only thought it was funny. It seems that the Grand Marshal can cure the two!

In a twinkling of an eye, nanwuming's voice hasn't all fallen. Jiang Hai, who has not changed his silver armor yet, and Jiang Huan, who just got dressed and jumped out of the bucket, still has wet hair.

Two people have been in less than a breath of time, they stood in front of nanwuming.

Jiang Huan sighed. He had been frightened by his father's staff for more than 20 years.

Let a half step king of martial arts personally take charge of the punishment. That's to use the strength to fight with the same level. Jiang Huan, let alone Wuling. Even the emperor of martial arts can't bear his father's stick!

The eldest brother Jianghai is still winking at his third brother, which means to hurry away and never provoke his father.

Jiang Huan thought deeply and said with a very clever expression.

"Uncle Nan, let's go!"

Nanwuming forced to bear the smile and said immediately.

"The carriage is ready. The marshal should be waiting at the gate. Let's go!"