Dong Shixian did not shout at the guards of the hospital because he knew that this person could easily enter his home, and that it was not easy for those servants in his home to do anything.

Seeing that Dong Shixian was still calm, Ning Ting praised: "I am worthy of being the lord of a city. This kind of demeanor and courage are very admirable!"

After saying that, he glanced at Dong Xianglin who was hiding behind Dong Shixian and asked, "I heard you say you want to learn martial arts? But it's true?"

Dong Xianglin flashed half of his body from behind Dong Shixian, looked at the uninvited guest in front of him, he hesitated for a moment, and said ruthlessly: "It's not a gentleman to listen to the curtain and listen to the wall."

"Lin'er, don't talk nonsense!"

Dong Shixian held Dong Xianglin's arm with his back hand, shouted lightly, and looked at Ning Ting vigilantly, for fear that this person would not like him, so he attacked his son.

Ning Ting chuckled, shook his head and said, "I didn't say I'm a gentleman."

"Who are you? Why are you here to find me?"

Dong Shixian asked coldly.

Ning Wei walked up to the two of them, pulled a chair and sat down, and smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, sit down first, let's talk slowly."

After saying that, he flipped through a teacup, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, and savored it carefully.

Seeing Ning Ting as if he was so comfortable in his home, Dong Xianglin was so angry that he was about to speak again, but Dong Shixian grabbed his arm and whispered: "Since there are guests at home, tea alone is not enough to show my Dong Shixian's way of treating guests. Lin'er, go to the kitchen to give instructions, prepare a table of banquets, and prepare two jars of good wine. Remember, it's two jars."

"Dad~"

When Dong Xianglin heard this, he stomped his feet in anger.

Dong Shixian frowned slightly and whispered: "Why don't you even listen to your father's words? Why don't you go quickly? If you think two jars of wine are not enough to accompany the distinguished guest in front of you, then prepare two more jars. Although we father and son are scholars, we cannot weaken our momentum in drinking."

While speaking, his eyelids moved slightly.

Dong Xianglin finally understood what Dong Shixian meant by "two jars of wine". He glanced at Ning Ting quietly, and said with his cheeks puffed and said, "I know, let's do it now."

"I'll save you from drinking!"

Dong Xianglin was about to set off, but Ning Wei said such words, and he took back his foot that had just stepped out.

Dong Shixian smiled and said, "Sir, if you have anything to say, we can drink and chat."

Ning Wei put down the teacup in his hand and said lightly: "I don't have to drink it at home. If Lord Dong is really willing to drink it with me, let's find a while and I will try Taibaiju's fine wine."

"Since that's the case, it's better to choose a date than a day. If you have time, can we go to Taibaiju now?"

Dong Shixian looked at Ning Ting, thinking in his mind what this person wanted to come to find out.

Ning Ting shook his head gently, "It's OK today. This wine can be drunk, it should be drunk, or even must be drunk, but it's not now."

"What does this mean by sir?"

Dong Shixian asked.

Ning Wei poured himself a cup of tea, looked at Dong Shixian and said, "Sit down! The city lord doesn't need to be so polite. Please do it for a moment. If you have any questions, you will know later."

Seeing that Ning Wei was not willing to say anything, and he couldn't do anything about it, Dong Shixian simply sat down, picked up the teapot, shook it gently, turned to Dong Xianglin and said, "Lin'er, this tea has been almost drunk. You go and change the teapot."

Ning Ting chuckled and said, "Lord Dong doesn't need to be so polite. I didn't come to the mansion to drink tea."

"Since that's the case, what's the matter with sir?"

Dong Shixian stared at Ning Teng and asked.

"wait!"

Ning Ting only said one word.

"wait?"

Dong Shixian looked puzzled.

"good!"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait until you know!"

"Why would you like to ask the sir to have a great name?"

Dong Shixian asked again.

Ning Ting took out something from his arms and put it on the table and asked, "Can Lord Dong recognize this thing?"

When Dong Shixian saw it, he stood up in shock. He hesitated for a moment, and picked up the gold-plated seal of the Chihu Twin from the table.

When he saw the inscription at the bottom of the seal, Dong Shixian shouted to Ning Ting: "Who are you? How could this seal of Shu King in Bazhou be in your hands?"

When Dong Xianglin, who was standing next to Dong Shixian, heard it, he hurriedly asked, "Dad, do you mean that this seal is the token of the King of Shu?"

Dong Shixian raised the seal in his hand and pointed the inscription at the bottom to Dong Xianglin, "Lin'er, look, the engraved on it is exactly the four words "Bazhou Shu King"."

After saying that, he turned the seal in his hand, pointed to one side and said, "Look at this place again, what is the word?"

The inscription engraved on the side of the seal was small. Dong Xianglin leaned forward and looked at it, squinted, and whispered: "It seems to be the word "Yu Gui".

After saying that, he reached out and said, "Dad, is this true? Show me, it's not a counterfeit, right?"

Dong Shixian slapped Dong Xianglin's hand and whispered: "Who dares to imitate this thing? That's the serious crime of raiding the house!"

"good!"

Ning Ting stroked his palm lightly, smiled, and then said, "What Lord Dong said is true. This seal is a seal that is replaced by the King of Shu."

Seeing that Ning Wei finally spoke, Dong Shixian gently put the seal back on the table, sat on the chair, gently pushed the seal over, and hesitated for a moment and asked, "Sir, is it Fan?"

Dong Shixian knew very well about Lu Yiping personally led a large army to escort His Highness the Second Prince back to Ziyang City. He also knew that if Fan Liye could enter Ziyang City safely and soundly, then the throne of King Shu would definitely be Fan Liye.

And his brother Fan Jiangong is almost the same age as the person in front of him.

Speaking of which, Dong Shixian has not seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in nearly ten years. Compared with Lu Yiping, who often goes to the capital, he, as the city lord, actually has little chance to meet the king's emperor in the capital.

And every time the city lords of their three cities go to the capital, Shu King Fan Jingtian will not arrange for His Royal Highness to meet with them.

Dong Shixian once talked about this when he was chatting with Lu Yiping in private, and the final conclusion was that the King of Shu was guarding against the prince, or avoiding the formation of a clique between His Highness and their city lords for personal gain.

Dong Shixian's guess is based on this.

At that time, Fan Jingtian issued a king's order. In Liang, Pingnan, and Yunshang City Lords had absolute power in addition to dispatching troops in this city. Even relatives from the royal palace must obey the name of the city lord.

When this order was issued, the king once gave an example to say that even if the prince goes to your city, he should obediently call you "City Lord" and must not break this rule of my king because of his identity.

Dong Shixian could also guess why Fan Jingtian issued such a royal order.

Because Fan Jingtian didn't want what had happened to him to happen to his son again.

Therefore, even though Dong Shixian was the lord of Yicheng, he had never seen Fan Jiangong's true appearance. Seeing him take out a seal representing the identity of King Shu from his arms, he had this guess.

If the person in front of him was Fan Jiangong, it would make sense, but he was still a little confused. He had never heard of the eldest prince before, and his throne as a martial artist.

Ning Ting glanced at Dong Shixian, smiled without saying a word, but did not deny it.

At this time, Dong Xianglin touched Dong Shixian gently and asked in a low voice: "Dad, how do you know his surname is Fan?"

Dong Shixian gave Dong Xianglin a blank look, "Is this still necessary to guess?"

Dong Xianglin felt that his father had just turned his eyes off, as if he was making a fool, and said in disappointment: "Are you so sure? What if this seal was stolen by him?"

"Lord Dong has given birth to a good son!"

Ning Ting snorted lightly, looked at Dong Xianglin and said, "You can steal one for me to see?"

He said the word "I" very smoothly.

After all, he was also the king of Ziyang City for several days.

Dong Shixian couldn't sit still, stood up and wanted to salute, but remembered that the person who was in charge of Ziyang City was the younger brother of the person in front of him, and Lu Yiping strongly supported Fan Liye.

Turning his head and glaring at Dong Xianglin, Dong Shixian hesitated and deceived him, and bowed and said, "Dong Shixian, the lord of Pingnan City, has seen the king."

After saying that, he raised his foot and kicked his son who was still standing beside him.

Dong Xianglin looked at Ning Ting quietly again, and still felt that the person in front of him was not very similar to a king, or rather, the king in his heart should not be like the person in front of him.

He imitated his father's appearance, and bowed and whispered: "Dong Xianglin, the son of the lord of Pingnan City, has met the king."

But he was still wondering, even if this person was really the king, he was the king of the past, so there was no need to salute him.

Ning Wei stood up, reached out and gently supported Dong Shixian's arm and smiled: "You are polite, Lord Dong, now I am a loser, but I can't stand you, Lord Lord."

After hearing Ning Ting say this, Dong Shixian became more convinced that this person was Fan Jiangong.

At this time, Dong Xianglin said curiously: "Master, I remember you asked me a question when you entered the door."

"Lin'er, don't be rude!"

Dong Shixian hurriedly scolded.

Ning Ting waved his hand and said, "Hey~ Mr. Ling has something to say, but it's okay."

After saying that, he smiled at Dong Xianglin and said, "Yes, it seems that these words have come to your heart. Then I will ask you again, are you willing to practice martial arts?"

Dong Xianglin glanced at Dong Shixian.

Dong Shixian said to Ning Ting: "Your Majesty, Lin Er has a thin body, but she is not suitable for practicing martial arts."

"oh?"
To be continued...