Chapter 240: The Empress's Bedroom, Night Falls

"Grandfather, why are you here?"

Looking at Duanmu Hong in front of him, Duanmu Yang was completely dumbfounded.

It was not because Duanmu Hong was in Tianyun Palace, but why was the relationship between him and Nie Chen so close?

"You kid is here too?"

Looking at Duanmu Yang coming over, Duanmu Hong pulled him in front of Nie Chen and smiled slightly:

"This is my grandson who is not doing well. I heard from his parents that he is often cynical and does not listen to teachings.

If he does something excessive, brother Nie Chen, don't be polite, just beat this kid to death on my behalf."

"I am good at beating people."

At first glance, Duanmu Hong, as a grandfather, is obviously much younger and more handsome than Duanmu Yang, and he has a bit of righteousness on him.

Obviously, one is hundreds of years younger than the grandson.

But the two of them look like they are not of the same level of temperament.

At this time, Duanmu Hong turned to look at Duanmu Yang, and said solemnly:

"Nie Chen is a very close friend of mine. You are lucky to be able to worship under the empress. In the future, you must restrain your bad habits, especially when facing your grandfather Nie Chen, you must be respectful.

Also...

Although Nie Chen and I are not sworn brothers, our relationship is as tacit as brothers.

You respectfully call me great grandfather."

"Call Nie Chen great grandfather?"

Duanmu Yang was completely stunned.

Not long ago, he and Nie Chen were both outer disciples of Tianyun Hall. How come there was a great grandfather in the conversation?

It's really a matter of each of us. You call me senior brother, and I call you great grandfather!

And it's not just that.

I just boasted in front of everyone, and now all the disciples are watching from the side.

If I really call Nie Chen great grandfather, wouldn't I be completely embarrassed!

"No, I am a man of seven feet tall. Even if I die today, I will never call Nie Chen if I jump down from here..."

Duanmu Yang was halfway through his words when he suddenly noticed the coldness hidden in his ancestor's eyes.

Even the air around him seemed to be floating with a faint murderous intent.

Duanmu Yang suddenly recalled that although his ancestor was now chatting and laughing with Niancheng, his smile was very gentle.

But in fact, as a saint emperor, Duanmu Hong was extremely decisive in killing.

That silver spear never showed mercy. Whether facing clan members or enemies, Duanmu Hong's majesty would never be violated.

Relying on his own land, he led the entire Duanmu family to dominate one side.

How could the Tibetans provoke Duanmu Hong?

Duanmu Hong usually acted very decisively, and he would never show mercy even in the family.

Looking at the chilling coldness in the ancestor's eyes, Duanmu Yang couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He fully believed that if he refused what the ancestor said.

The next moment, a silver spear would suddenly appear and pierce him with a bloody hole.

On one side were the disciples watching, and on the other side was the murderous aura from the ancestor.

Duanmu Yang had a sad face, and he never thought that he would encounter such a thing inexplicably.

But no matter what, face is not as important as life!

"I said, I said it, isn't it okay."

Duanmu Yang finally didn't dare to wait any longer, and had to face Nie Chen with a sad face:

"Great... Great Grandfather."

"Hey, good grandson."

Nie Chen smiled and touched his head.

The damage was not high, but it was extremely insulting.

The disciples watching all heard the crisp voice of the great grandfather clearly.

In addition to almost not laughing, everyone showed a hint of embarrassment:

"What did Senior Brother Duanmu say just now?"

"It seems that if you surrender to Senior Brother Nie, you will just jump into the manure pit like a dog and swim."

"Well, remember it, so that Senior Brother Duanmu won't deny it later."

"It just so happens that I have diarrhea these two days. If the manure pit is not big enough, I can help Senior Brother Duanmu."

"..."

The scene was extremely embarrassing for a while.

The disciples wanted to see what it was like to swim in the manure pit with their own eyes. After all, they had never seen such a smelly scene.

Duanmu Yang wanted to find a pit to bury himself immediately.

This is the biggest social death scene, right?

At this moment, Duanmu Hong suddenly looked at him:

"You are a young man with blood and vigor, look at how depressed you are.

No, call it again."

"Grandpa."

Duanmu Yang was heartbroken, but under the strong sense of oppression, he had to call it again.

"No, the voice is not loud enough, do it again!"

"Grandfather!"

"Not enough."

"Nie Chen is my great-grandfather!

From now on, we will talk about our own things. You call me Junior Brother Duanmu, and I call you great-grandfather!"

The voice echoed over the Tianyun Palace. This time, everyone clearly understood the relationship between the two.

It turned out that Nie Chen was Duanmu Yang's great-grandfather? !

...

After talking with Nie Chen for a long time, Duanmu Hong was satisfied and ready to leave.

Before leaving, he reminded Duanmu Yang again:

"Practice well and honestly in Tianyun Palace.

If you dare to do anything disrespectful to your great-grandfather, don't blame me for stabbing you with a gun."

"I understand."

Looking at Duanmu Hong's figure who finally left, Duanmu Yang couldn't cry. He had never been so heartbroken.

"Grandfather, I still need to swim in the manure pit...

Pah, it's getting late, I'll take my leave first."

Duanmu Yang respectfully said goodbye to Nie Chen, and only dared to turn around and leave after getting his consent.

"Great, I can finally watch Senior Brother Duanmu swim!"

"I heard that Senior Brother Wang was constipated today, and the manure pit seemed a bit smelly."

"Isn't that just right?"

"Hiss, now that you put it that way, it seems to be true."

The disciples were also excited, looking forward to Duanmu Yang fulfilling his promise.

Nie Chen couldn't help but smile helplessly when a grandson suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

But he had to admit that it felt good to have a grandson.

At this moment, the sunlight had gradually been swallowed up by the West Mountain.

The Tianyun Palace was still operating normally as usual.

But no one noticed that in the empress's bedroom, a flickering candlelight had been lit up much earlier than before.

What on earth did the empress want to do when she went to her bedroom?

Nie Chen couldn't help but fall into some thoughts.

The Empress's words were deceiving. Nie Chen didn't believe that the Empress really wanted him to go to the palace to teach her how to play the flute.

But what else could it be...

Nie Chen couldn't help but cough lightly, becoming more and more curious and expectant.

The sunset was setting, and the night was shrouded. With the last trace of the sunset, Nie Chen slowly walked towards the direction of the palace.

Today's palace was obviously different from the past, and today's Empress was also obviously a little bit wrong.

Pushing the door open, night had completely fallen.