C9 The Engagement in the past

"Young Master, my father said that when I was with you, I was not allowed to drink!" Tu Ling's personality was very similar to his father, Tu Rui. He was absolutely unconditionally obedient to orders, even if he was to be cut in half by a knife.

"That's right, my father also told me the same thing!" Hu Yuan said.

"Bullshit, I have the final say in this matter. How can a man not drink? I know that you two were told by your father to protect me, so I can't drink. I understand. Don't worry, I'm fine." Ming Jiutian was also very helpless. Since he was young, he had been arranged by his grandfather to have a group of Blood Killing Guards, or a group of experts from the Myriad Sword Sect accompany him. He couldn't even go out to play for a while. His childhood was really bitter.

"This... Alright, then Young Master, promise me that after drinking, we won't go out, okay?" Tu Ling asked carefully. He had offended Ming Jiutian, and when he returned home, he was beaten up by his eccentric father.

"Stop talking nonsense. After drinking, I still need to cultivate. Where else can I go? Really... Speaking of cultivation, I have been practicing the Great Compassion Palm for almost half a year. According to what you said, you only had the first wisp of Genuine Qi in your dantian after practicing for half a year. Why did I not have the feeling like you said after practicing for half a year? Is my talent too stupid?" His family had also considered that if Ming Jiutian knew that he was a cripple, he would definitely not be in a good mood. Therefore, they had been keeping it a secret for so many years.

"Uhh... Young Master, you must be in a hurry. You know that you can't be anxious when it comes to cultivation. The more anxious you are, the slower you will be." Tu Ling shivered. He was worried that he would not lie. If his father knew that he had lied, he would definitely beat him up.

"Right, right, right. My father also said the same thing." Hu Yuan nodded his head vigorously, afraid that Ming Jiutian would find out.

"Forget it. I'll try my best tonight. I don't believe it." In the blink of an eye, Ming Jiutian and the other two had arrived at their home.

"Hey, hey, hey... Is there anyone home? Hey, old man, what kind of expression is this? I graduated from the private school today, and I'm the first place. I'm in a good mood, so I'm going to have a big drink today. I want to drink more than usual. What do you think? How about we make some dinner?" Ming Jiutian shouted loudly the moment he returned home.

"Little bastard, are you sure you are talking to your grandfather?" The old marshal was also helpless. This was the same every time. His grandson might have been spoiled by him. It was fine in front of his subordinates, but it was always like this when he was at home. It made him feel uncomfortable.

"Hey, old man, this is home. This is not your barracks. Don't keep on talking to me all the time, okay? Relax a little..." Ming Jiutian was also helpless. His grandfather was used to being strict in front of his subordinates, and when he returned home, he also had the same expression. It made people feel uncomfortable.

"Haha… Alright, alright, alright. Who asked you to be my grandson? Alright, alright. I'll drink with you. You can drink as much as you want today." It was rare for Ming Zhendong to be so happy. Besides, he usually did not have time to accompany his grandson when he was handling military affairs. Thinking about the deadline of fifteen years being up, he felt really bad.

"That's right. Old man, let me tell you. According to the books, when you are old, you should smile more and relax more. This way, you can live a few more years. You have been wearing a bitter face all day long. How boring!" Ming Jiutian crossed his legs. No matter how he looked at it, he looked like a little hooligan.

"Okay, I promise you. When you are at home, smile more. Oh right, I received a letter today. The sect master of Ci Hang Jing Mosque is coming to our house with his disciple to discuss the marriage agreement that was made in the past." The old marshal said thoughtfully.

"Please, how old am I? Marriage? I heard from my grandmother that in these ten years, the two of you have told me so many marriage proposals. I can't even remember all of them." Thinking about how he was going to get married at the age of fifteen and not knowing how many wives he was going to marry, he felt bored. However, according to what his uncle said, getting married in the bridal chamber was a very beautiful thing. As for how beautiful it was, he did not know. Ming Jiutian thought about it secretly.

"This is your grandma's decision. Look at your grandfather, I've only married one wife in my entire life, and I have four children. In the end, because of the war, your two uncles died in the battlefield. It almost caused the extinction of the Ming family. Therefore, in order to prevent this from happening again, in your generation, you must marry a few more wives and give birth to dozens or even hundreds of children. Right now, not only are you going to get married soon, you are also going to have children soon." Although Old Marshal Ming felt that this was a bit absurd, he had no choice but to do so for the continuation of the Ming family.

"That's fine. I heard from my uncle grandpa that the wedding night is a very beautiful thing, but if there are too many weddings, it will be quite tiring. I feel that it is quite contradictory." Ming Jiutian scratched his head with a worried expression.

"Bullshit, what did your uncle grandpa teach you all this time? This hateful old man!" The old marshal was also very angry. His uncle grandson was not good at eating, drinking, or gambling, but he was especially lecherous.

"I say, old man, I remember that the last time I participated in the wedding of his big brother, there was a segment called Second Wedding Ceremony, which is to pay respects to your parents. Do you think my parents will come back to attend my wedding?" It had been so long, and Ming Jiutian had been thinking about it for countless sleepless nights. When would his parents come back? What did they look like? What did they have to do? They had gone out for so long and still hadn't returned.

"Maybe. They went to a very distant place to do something very important." The old marshal's heart ached.

For the past ten years, he had kept his parents' matters a secret. He had not told them for the past ten years because he was worried that his grandson would be upset if he knew.

It had been fifteen years since Ming Qixiu left. How was his son now? He had not heard from him for the past fifteen years. Looking at his grandson in front of him, he couldn't help but want to cry, but he couldn't. He was afraid that he would be exposed in front of his grandson.

"Forget it. Every time I ask you, you always answer me this way. I am tired of listening to you. Come, let's drink!" Ming Jiutian said indifferently. After saying that, he raised his head and drank the wine in his cup.

However, no one saw that at this moment, two tears had rolled down the corner of Jiutian's eyes. He knew that the men of the Ming family could not easily shed tears. Other people knew that the Ming family had three tigers, and each of them was extremely skilled. However, none of them were by his grandfather's side at the moment.

If one were to think about it from another perspective, perhaps his grandfather's mood was even worse than his. Therefore, Ming Jiutian often called himself the fourth tiger of the Ming family in front of outsiders. His goal was to not disappoint his grandfather, and at the same time, he told the outsiders that the Ming family had a successor. Most of the time, Ming Jiutian gave people the impression that he was always cynical and disrespectful in front of the elders. In fact, Jiutian loved this family very much. He loved it very much...

"Kid, don't drink so much. Don't drink until you can't get out of bed tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day you meet your unmarried wife. Dress up a little more, and don't embarrass me when the time comes." The old marshal said to Ming Jiutian. To be honest, the old marshal was still very happy in his heart, because in a few days, his grandson would be getting married. Nothing in the world could make him happier than watching his grandson get married.