A carriage stopped at the gate of Ning Mansion. The servants hurriedly brought the horse stool. A tall, heroic-looking young man in brocade clothes got off the carriage first. This man was Ning Gan, the eldest son of Ning Mansion. Immediately, a man in his fifties, with a refined face and extraordinary demeanor, walked out of the carriage. He was the current Minister of Rites, Ning Ziming. Ning Gan pushed the servants away arrogantly and helped Ning Ziming off the carriage with a diligent look. "Gan'er, I have asked someone to stew an old hen. Eat more for dinner and make up for it. You must have been exhausted these days." These days are the imperial examinations held once every three years in Daxuan. Ning Gan had just finished the imperial examinations. Ning Ziming went to pick him up in person and just came back. "Thank you, father!"
Ning Gan helped Ning Ziming inside. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his third brother Ning Mao, with a few servants, holding sticks, looking ferocious. Ning Ziming frowned slightly, "What are you doing?" When Ning Mao saw that it was his father, the fierce look on his face immediately turned into grievance. "Father, you have to make a decision for my second brother." Ning Ziming asked in a deep voice: "What happened to your second brother?" "Father, Ning Chen, that wild...he stole my second brother's jade pendant. My second brother went to ask for it. Ning Chen not only acted like a rogue, but also smashed my second brother's head with a porcelain pillow." "If my second brother hadn't run fast, I'm afraid he would have died." Ning Mao cried and squeezed out two tears. Ning Ziming's face sank, worried but a little surprised...Ning Chen has always been timid, and he didn't even dare to speak loudly when he saw him. How dare he commit a crime? Ning Gan said angrily: "We, the Ning family, provide him with food and drink. How have we done anything wrong to him? He actually did such a cruel thing to his own brother. He is really an ungrateful person." Ning Ziming thought for a while, "Where is Ning Chen?" Ning Mao hurriedly said: "In the West Courtyard." The West Courtyard is where the servants live, but no one in the Ning family thinks there is anything wrong with Ning Chen living there? Ning Ziming and others came to the West Courtyard. As soon as they entered the yard, they saw Ning Chen standing on the firewood pile, holding a torch. The air was filled with the smell of pine oil. "Ning Chen, what are you doing?" Ning Mao shouted.
Ning Gan seemed to be more sophisticated and said: "Ning Chen, what are you doing? You don't even bow when you see your father...Have you forgotten the rules I taught you?" Ning Ziming looked at Ning Chen with annoyance. Some people, once they become successful, will try to erase their past embarrassment, which used to be a shame for them. And Ning Chen is his shame, Ning Ziming. Ning Ziming is an extremely conceited and face-conscious person. He doesn't want people to know his past, and he doesn't want people to know that his ex-wife is a country girl, which makes him lose face. Ning Chen looked at Ning Ziming calmly and said lightly: "Do I have a father? Why don't I remember?" Ning Ziming's face suddenly became extremely ugly. "Rebellious son, do you know what you are saying?" Ning Gan took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire, "Ning Chen, you are too much... Your father provides you with food and clothing. Without your father, you are still begging and wandering." Ning Chen sneered, his eyes full of ridicule. "Provide me with food and clothes?" Ning Chen stretched out his hand and tugged at his thin shirt. "This shirt was given to me by Minister Ning when I entered the mansion. It has been two or three years now, right?" "Still have food? I am the fourth son of the Ning mansion, but my son cannot sit at the table. I can only eat your leftovers every day, and sometimes there is not even leftovers." Ning Ziming frowned. He really didn't know this. The expenses of the mansion were all taken care of by the wife, and he never managed them. To put it bluntly, it's not that he didn't manage them, but he just didn't manage Ning Chen. Ning Gan hurriedly said: "Ning Chen, stop talking nonsense... When mother bought clothes for us, you were never missing." "Also, when we were eating, we sent someone to call you, but you didn't come to the table." Ning Chen shook his head and laughed: "You are really your mother's eldest son. You know how to cover up for your mother. Are you afraid that she will have a reputation of being mean and vicious?" "Minister Ning, my two good brothers... It's autumn now. If I had a thicker piece of clothing, I wouldn't have caught a cold." "You poured water on my quilt and made me sleep on a cold and wet quilt. No matter how thick the clothes are, they can't stand it." Ning Gan was shocked and angry. Ning Chen was usually submissive, why did he suddenly change his temperament? He said angrily: "Ning Chen, you are talking nonsense, confusing right and wrong, slandering your own father and mother, you should be punished with thirty strokes of the cane." "That's your father and mother, what does it have to do with me?" "Last night, I slept in that cold and wet quilt, my life was hanging by a thread, if I hadn't been lucky, I would have died long ago." Ning Chen roared. There were many servants eavesdropping around, Ning Gan was worried that if he continued to talk, it would affect his mother's reputation, so he changed the subject: "Ning Chen, don't talk about these things that don't exist at all... I came here today because of your beating Ning Xing." "He is your brother, and he treats you well on weekdays. Why did you do this to me?"
Ning Chen sneered again and again, "He treats you well? The way he treats you well is to bully me every day, beat me and scold me, and slander me for stealing his things?" "In the past, I was cheap and greedy for this pitiful family affection. I compromised and didn't fight back when I was beaten or scolded. I just hoped that you could look at me more." "I escaped death last night and figured it out completely...Fuck your family affection." Ning Gan and the others finally understood. So this is the reason why Ning Chen's temperament changed drastically? Ning Chen threw the torch in his hand at Ning Ziming's feet. "Minister Ning, I beat your precious son, and now I give his life back to him...The firewood under my feet is covered with pine oil. As long as you pick up the torch, you can avenge your precious son. Come on!" Ning Gan and Ning Mao retreated in fear...Is this guy crazy? Ning Ziming was moved and lost his mind for a moment...but then he was filled with endless anger. What is this? Is this kid threatening him? Uncle Chai was so scared that his hands and feet were shaking. He knelt on the ground with a plop. "Master, Master, calm down... The fourth master is confused because of the fever. He doesn't know what he is doing at all?" "I'm not confused. I know it more clearly now than ever before." Ning Chen looked a little crazy and shouted, "Minister Ning, what are you waiting for? Do it!" Ning Ziming's face turned blue and white, and he was already furious. "Rebellious son, do you think you can get my attention by being crazy in this way?" Ning Chen was stunned! Damn! Where does this guy get his confidence? Ning Chen almost couldn't help laughing like a pig, but he felt sorry for the previous owner of this body! I really don't know what sins the previous owner of this body committed in his previous life? That's why he had such a father who is worse than a pig or a dog. Ning Ziming said in a deep voice: "Rebellious son, the more you are like this, the more I hate you!" Then Ning Ziming asked people to extinguish the torch and left in anger. Ning Gan and Ning Mao were full of gloating. They also thought that Ning Chen wanted to attract his father's attention in this way. Unfortunately, he lost more than he gained. Now his father hates this kid more and more. Ning Chen looked at the two of them, and suddenly bent down to pick up a piece of wood and threw it hard. The wood flew past Ning Gan's ear. Ning Gan was so scared that he froze.
"Ning Chen, you lunatic, bastard..." Ning Mao cursed, but when he saw Ning Chen bending down to pick up the wood, he was so scared that he trembled and ran away with Ning Gan.