This old man was none other than Tang Lian, the old butler of Duke Tang's mansion. He was now in his twilight years and had long since stopped caring about the affairs of the mansion and had begun to take care of his retirement.
When he returned to the Duke's Mansion, Tang Lian had calmed down and asked directly for an audience with Duke Tang.
Tang Zhenqi noticed that the old housekeeper looked unhappy, so he dismissed everyone, sat down calmly with a sullen face, and asked, "What happened?"
"Master, I just saw... the eldest young master on the streets of Emperor Star."
Tang Zhenqi's serious face showed some confusion, "Isn't the young master in school? What is he doing out here?"
Tang Lian lowered his voice, his old voice becoming even more hoarse and vicissitudes, "It's not this, it's... that."
"What did you say?!" Tang Zhenqi stood up suddenly, and the serious and calm expression on his face changed. He held the table with one hand in panic, and his strong fingertips turned white.
Tang Lian nodded solemnly, "It's him. Although his eyes have changed a lot and his temperament has changed a lot, I watched him grow up and I won't make a mistake."
Duke Tang pressed the table and slowly sat down, "Still alive, alive, alive."
Duke Tang said "alive" three times in a row. He was in a very complicated mood. As a father, his son was still alive, which was undoubtedly a comforting thing for him. His late wife was dead, and if his eldest son did not stay, Duke Tang would still feel guilty towards his late wife. If his eldest son's mental strength was not getting lower and lower, and he gradually became a useless person, he would not have the heart to lock him up. In order to continue the glory of the family, he could only sacrifice his freedom and let the second son take his place and continue to maintain the engagement with the royal family.
What I didn't expect was that he would actually run away!
If this matter were to be exposed and known by the royal family, the entire Tang family would be buried with them.
Thinking of this, Duke Tang's face became even uglier, and he asked angrily: "Where is he? Why don't you bring him back?"
Tang Lian said awkwardly, "He was shopping with a young officer. The man had no military rank on him. I didn't know his identity and was afraid of alerting the enemy, so I came back to report to you first."
Duke Tang said in a deep voice: "I know. Keep this a secret and don't let Ting Ye know. The important thing is to find out who the person next to him is. If you can deal with him, bring him back to me."
"Who's back?" At this time, Mrs. Tang, who was standing at the door of the study with a cup of tea, looked at Duke Tang with gentle eyes, her gaze clear and pure.
Duke Tang's expression softened a bit, and he raised his hand to signal you to come in.
Mrs. Tang smiled gently, closed the door, and placed the Duke's favorite black tea on the table.
Drinking the tea made by his wife, Duke Tang felt relieved and was glad that his decision was correct. His wife's temperament has not changed over the years. She is still kind, warm, and innocent. She still looks at him like a little girl admiring an adult. At that time, his first wife was pregnant with their eldest son. Coincidentally, his wife was also pregnant. He had been taking care of the family and ignored her, but she didn't complain at all. It was not until his first wife passed away and Tingye was still young that he brought them back and asked her to take care of the three children. Duke Tang was very pleased that he had treated them as his own children for so many years, "Madam, you have worked hard over the years."
Mrs. Tang smiled happily, "Why are you talking about this suddenly?"
Duke Tang sighed, "Nothing, I told you that you would be worried and unable to sleep, let's talk about it later."
"Okay, then I'll listen to you." Mrs. Tang's lips curled slightly, hiding the murderous resentment in her eyes. That little beast is still alive.
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Tang Wan was really taken by Zong He to make several sets of clothes. At Tang Wan's insistence, they were not made to look like military uniforms, but the material was made of special combat uniform fabrics, which were light and comfortable, warm in winter and cool in summer, and were said to be resistant to damage. After they were done, Tang Wan wanted to go home. He was a homebody and just wanted to stay at home when he had nothing to do. But he was still worried, "Has your mother left? Why didn't Uncle Lin send a message?"
"She's gone," Zong He said firmly, "She's a psychopath who wants to save face. She won't stay here forever."
Tang Wan felt inexplicably distressed when he heard his tone. Poor kid, he had been tortured by his mother.
After returning home, Tang Wan was so tired that he lay down on the sofa and didn't want to move.
Zong He touched his flat belly with disdain, took a piece of dessert from the table and stuffed it into Tang Wan's mouth, but said disdainfully: "Your physical strength is so poor? I wanted to teach you shooting in the afternoon."
Tang Wan was equally disgusted, "Why should I learn that?"
"You have to learn to protect yourself. How can a soldier's family not know how to use a gun?"
Tang Wan pointed to the plate of snacks on the table and said, "I'm hungry."
Zong He quickly stuffed another piece into his mouth and glanced at Ji Yan who was standing beside him. Ji Yan received Zong He's gaze and hurried to urge for lunch.
Tang Wan said as he ate: "I'm a sucker. I was so stupid when playing that shooting game that I just had to run after others the whole time."
Zong He raised his eyebrows, "So stupid?" After saying that, the Marshal felt that it was very embarrassing to say it so bluntly, so he comforted him awkwardly, "It's okay, it's just a game, it's very different from the real thing."
Tang Wan angrily stuffed a piece of biscuit into Zong He's mouth. Reality is harder than the game, he understands!
After lunch, Tang Wan went to sleep. He was not enthusiastic about studying. Zong He looked at him expressionlessly as he pulled the quilt over him and prepared to go to sleep. He sternly warned him: "You can rest now, but you must study when you wake up!"
Tang Wan calmly lay down and yawned, "Oh."
Zong He watched him sleep for half an hour in frustration, and couldn't help but move over and sleep with him.
In the evening, the twin leopards, who had nothing to do at school and took time to go home and wander around, learned that Zong He was going to teach Tang Wan how to protect himself. They looked at Tang Wan with sympathy, and the younger brother quietly told Tang Wan: "The Marshal's teaching level is really... hard to say."
Tang Wan immediately doubted Zong He's teaching ability, because the looks in the two children told him that not everyone could handle it.
After a while, Tang Wan realized how unreliable Zong He's teachings were, because Zong He gave him a gun, put it on the table, and left him alone.
Tang Wan was confused, "And then?"
Zong He asked, "What else? Even the dumbest person will know how to use it after seeing it."
Tang Wan looked at this gun which was completely different from the one he had seen in his previous life. He touched the several buttons and looked confused. He had looked at it, but still didn't know how to use it!
Zong He clicked his tongue, "You are indeed stupid."
Tang Wan glared at him unhappily, "Why don't I bite you!"
"...You still want to act like a hooligan?"
Tang Wan rolled his eyes, "You think too much."
Zong He came over, hugged Tang Wan's waist from behind, and said aggressively, "Where did you say you would be a hooligan?"
Tang Wan turned his head and gave the naughty big cat a look, telling him to experience it slowly on his own. He was too lazy to say more.
Zong He asked unhappily, "Why are you still being upset?"
Tang Wan was speechless. Who was making trouble?
"So you're shy? You humans are so troublesome."
Tang Wan nodded and said, yes, you are right. To be honest, he felt that he could not keep up with the orcs' thinking.
Zong He put his chin on Tang Wan's shoulder, like a clinging big cat, "It doesn't matter if you're stupid, I'll teach you again tomorrow."
"once?"
"How many times do you want to do this?!"
Tang Wan gave up struggling. Zong He's shocked attitude made him feel like he would be stupid to death if he said it one more time.
The next day, many people went to watch the marshal teach his wife how to practice shooting. Many of the guards had been trained by Zong He before, and they all looked like they were enjoying the show. Several soldiers gathered together to gossip, "What do you think? If the marshal can't help but scold his wife, saying that she has a brain on the soles of her feet, will she let him sleep on the sofa?"
"No way, Madam looks like she has no temper, how dare you resist?"
"I'm worried that Marshal Control won't beat him up."
Several soldiers shrugged their shoulders subconsciously, feeling inexplicably painful all over their bodies. They looked at the two people in the training room nervously, fearing that the marshal would lose control and move his claws.
Uncle Lin came over and stood behind the soldiers. "What are you doing here?"
The captain pointed inside and said, "I'm afraid the marshal will get angry and hit my wife. If he does, I can still risk my life to resist, but my wife really can't stand a slap from him."
The other soldiers all nodded. Yes, they were not just watching the fun, they were protecting the lady!
"Then you just watch here." Uncle Lin walked away slowly, too lazy to pay attention to these silly boys.
Tang Wan held a pull ring and asked in confusion: "How do I use this? It's too high-tech, I've never seen it before."
Several soldiers were nervous, and they thought the marshal's next question would be: Are you stupid? I don't know how you graduated from military school with this kind of thing. I could play it when I was three years old!
They all secretly worried about Tang Wan and Zong He. Marshal, control your temper, this is related to the harmony of your marriage life!
At this time, Zong He, who always had a bad temper when scolding people, held Tang Wan's hand with one hand, hugged Tang Wan in his arms, and helped him pull the safety pin with the other hand, "Turn on the safety like this, and push this back when you don't need it."
Soldier: ???
It was Tang Wan's first time pulling, so he didn't dare to use too much force, fearing that he would damage it. Zong He sighed, looked at him with disdain, and pulled it apart with one finger, "You are too weak, you have to eat more."
Tang Wan curled his lips, feeling disliked again.
Several soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment. Shouldn't they just slap him in the face? Their eyes were full of disdain, as if they were looking at a rice bucket? Or a broken rice bucket that hadn't been cleaned?
After Tang Wan pulled away, he tilted his head slightly, feeling inexplicably familiar, "Why do I feel like this should be the case?"
Tang Wan pointed the muzzle of the gun at the model, his finger already on the trigger, and fired three shots in quick succession, each shot hitting the center of the model's eyebrows. Tang Wan was stunned after he finished firing, and he threw the gun away in fear and jumped up, "Fuck!!!"
Zong He was also a little surprised. Tang Wan's spearmanship was very good. It didn't look like he had never learned it before. It was impossible for him to be so accurate even if he had only practiced for a short time. Moreover, he hit the most fatal part. If he hadn't received training, he wouldn't have hit that part.
However, now, the one who is most afraid is not others, but Tang Wan himself.
"What the hell! What the hell!!!!" Tang Wan looked at his hand, totally unable to believe it. "Does your gun have an automatic tracking function? There's no way I can shoot accurately! I've never seen it before!"
Zong He held his shoulders helplessly and told him to stop jumping. This made him understand a truth: when orcs encounter something scary, their fur will stand up, while humans without fur can only jump.
"You are very talented. You are a hundred times better than those so-called military geniuses. You are a talent." Zong He praised Tang Wan seriously, making Tang Wan embarrassed. "Really?"
Zong He nodded, glanced at the dumbfounded soldiers standing outside the window, and said seriously to Tang Wan, "You are much better than them. They are top students who graduated from military academies. Their combat abilities are all A. However, your shooting skills are rubbish in front of a beginner like you who hasn't even seen what a gun looks like."
Soldier: “…”
How come just watching a lively event becomes a negative example?
Tang Wan's mouth curled up, and he was happy in his heart. He turned out to be a genius! Oh my god! Who said he was a rookie? He never missed a shot, and he could shoot through the target from a hundred steps away! Tang Wan excitedly picked up the gun again, like a child who got a new toy, and wanted to try it again.
Zong He looked at his posture, which was so standard, as if he had practiced it countless times and the habit was already engraved in his body. His eyes gradually darkened, "How did you know to hit this position?"
Tang Wan didn't even think twice, "Aim at the head and heart. You don't need to leave anyone alive, because you might be killed in the next second."
Zong He frowned. He couldn't say this because he had no experience in killing people.
"Do you remember who taught you this?"
Tang Wan shook his head, and suddenly realized something. His face turned pale in an instant. "I, I wasn't a bad person before, the kind that kills people..."
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