The weather is slightly cool, the fiery red light is within reach, Ning Rong looks at the appearance of the charcoal burning, or can't help but worry for a while, I don't know if the temperature is enough, so much heat is not in vain, it seems that this place needs to be improved, at least it is a semi-sealed one.

Ning Rong carefully observed his distilled liquor experiments, recording the areas that could be improved in the process, and his face reflected in the red firelight was red, which was very cute.

"Are you in the house, sir?"

The old man's voice came from the courtyard, Ning Rong stretched his waist, glanced at the wine that was still distilling, and walked out, not knowing what the old uncle called him to do.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

Guo Jia sent back all the servants sent by Cao Cao, leaving only an old man to guard the gatehouse.

A chrysanthemum bloomed, the old man in gray clothes and hats was a low-key mess, bowed over, and replied unhurriedly after saluting: "Sir, the eldest lady and the eldest prince came to visit!" ”

The eldest lady and the eldest prince?

What is this called?

"Oh! You're here to find Bonghyo, right? He's in the Taishou Mansion! Ning Rong suddenly said that he didn't know anyone, so it should be Guo Jia's relatives who came to find him.

Who knew that the old uncle shook his head and said to Ning Rong, it is the wife and son of Lord Cao's family who have come to place you. Ning Rong was stunned for a moment.

Cao Cao's wife and children?

Could it be Mrs. Ding and Cao Ang!

No!

They come to see what they do.

Ning Rong's heart turned back and forth, and he instantly reacted in his mind, he couldn't let his family stay for a long time, after all, he was the one who ate the bowl of rice of the Cao family.

"Hurry, hurry! Lead the way! Ning Rong urged the old uncle while tidying up his Confucian shirt, just now he was chopping bamboo, living mud, and boiling water, and the clothes splashed with mud spots, so he changed his clothes again.

The sky-blue Confucian shirt fluttered with him, the top of his head was a cyan scarf of the same color, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his comfortable smile showed two white teeth just right, and Ning Rong blinked with satisfaction and ran to the living room.

As soon as they stepped into the threshold, the two looked at each other.

Ooh! I saw a woman with a flushed face, two temples slightly closed, a simple bronze leaf hairpin on her head, a tassel hanging down her ears, a pair of clear and beautiful eyes under the eyebrows that seemed to be clusters of smoke, soft with a little starlight, at a glance it was very good-looking, wearing a plain brocade robe, jingling rings, and a graceful and luxurious bearing in the simplicity, which made people dare not slack off.

"Ning Rong has seen Madame, eldest son!"

Ning Rong calmly took a few steps forward, came to the center of the front hall, and bowed slightly to the woman. Before becoming a big man, you have to restrain your edge, which is what Ning Rong has learned in the past few years.

"Sir, don't be polite, please take a seat!"

Mrs. Ding saw that he had a delicate face, generous manners, and a humble gentleman, and when she tasted it carefully, she had a sense of isolation and independence.

Well!

Sure enough, all those with great talents are people with extraordinary appearance.

Mrs. Ding nodded with satisfaction, she has seen a lot of people over the years, but no one has ever given herself a comfortable feeling like him, looking at Ning Rong's watery eyes, they are so thorough, they are full of spirituality, that ...... It's probably the light of wisdom.

Ning Rong was not polite, and went directly to the other side, only then did he turn around and ask curiously: "Madame is here for something to tell Rong?" ”

Mrs. Ding glanced at Cao Ang beside her, and motioned for him to step forward, Cao Ang had been looking at Ning Rong, the master that his father personally chose for himself, looking at him with a smile on his face, Ang secretly thought to himself, this should not be a Confucian with high morals, his own gentlemen are all solemn, full of mouth, he seems to be an alternative.

Cao Ang was silently worried about his tomorrow, but he also knew that he couldn't go against his parents, so he turned around and came to Ning Rong's side, "Please also ask Mr. Ning to accept Ang as a disciple!" After speaking, he bowed to the end, and his attitude was quite sincere.

Ning Rong was taken aback by his actions, and hurriedly stood up and helped Cao Ang up, this is Cao Cao's eldest son, the future successor, and the future master of Cao Wei's regime.

"Eldest Prince, please get up quickly...... Ning Rong supported Cao Ang with both hands, turned his head to look at the smiling Mrs. Ding, and looked at her puzzled, the smart Mrs. Ding spoke lightly, "Mr. Ning is talented, Ang'er is dull, I hope Mr. can take him as an apprentice, work diligently, and not in vain for my mother's intentions, Mr. Please rest assured, Meng De has already explained, since he worships Mr. as a teacher, Ang'er should treat him with the courtesy of a teacher, this is Ang'er's cultivation!" ”

Mrs. Ding didn't give Ning Rong a chance to speak at all, seeing that he looked embarrassed, she knew what he was thinking, and took out a piece of fine white jade and put it in front of Ning Rong.

Mrs. Ding looked at herself calmly, Cao Ang bowed down again when she heard her mother's words, Ning Rong was a head or two, and touched her nose in distress, how did this Cao Cao send his son here, looking at Cao Ang, who was a head shorter than himself, he didn't have the excitement of being a good teacher.

The key is that his identity is too special, if the things he educates are disliked by Cao Cao, then won't he be unlucky? What's more, this is still Cao Cao's eldest son, although he died early in history, but now that he is here, will he let history repeat itself?

In the future, when the Cao family's foals all grow up, it is difficult to guarantee that there is no such idea, you don't see Cao Zhi becoming a poem in seven steps, and Cao Pi mutilated his brother for the throne of Wei!

Those are all young tigers, and they will bite when they grow up, okay? How many seniors have fallen on the way to win the heir, Mingzhe is what he should do to protect himself, if he really becomes Cao Ang's master, then his identity will be labeled.

But......

Alas!

There was a sigh in my heart, thinking of Cao Cao's unsuccessful descendants, this Cao Ang may be more suitable as a successor, and it is not impossible to accept him as an apprentice, and it is ...... Do you have a choice? Didn't you hear this Cao Cao's order? Hero, I can't afford to mess with me.

That's it!

Take it.

Ning Rong secretly decided, slowly went back, picked up the jade pendant on the table, and agreed to Mrs. Ding's request, and Mrs. Ding finally showed a smile on her face again.

"Madam, eldest son, there is a sentence that must be said in front, if the son can't agree, then this apprenticeship will be stopped!"

Ning Rong gritted his teeth, thinking that it was more important to get a preventive shot first just in case, Cao Ang's identity is relatively special, he hates trouble, but he doesn't want to cause a series of troubles later.