Ode to the Dragon

"This -"

several elders of the clerical yuan, looking at Chu Tianxiong who can't wait to leave, all of them gaped, and their beards were almost angry.

they took the side of the faithful, began to vomit up:

, "old faithful, you see, what is your family's attitude? Is this make complaints about state affairs?"

"It's not like we, the ministers of the Academy of Arts and civil servants, are not as important as coaxing our granddaughter. What's the reason?"

"What's the matter with the king of Chu recently? He has been completely fascinated by his little granddaughter -"

uncle Zhong has no choice but to comfort him again and again: "everyone, everyone, don't be impatient, calm down, calm down."

"I've been in the palace all my life. I've served the Lord for decades. In a word, I've never seen the Lord so happy in these decades."

He sighed with emotion and said, "Lord, he is too tired. Please let him have a rest for a few days and enjoy his family. I beg you."

"You all have sons and daughters, but the king, his son, is still in the frontier, killing the enemy with blood --"

this remark made several elders all silent.

Some of them are sad and complicated, and they have no face to say anything. They just shake their heads and sigh, turn around and leave one after another.

"Gentlemen, take your time."

Uncle Zhong respectfully sent off several ministers of the Academy of Arts.

He turned around and looked into the study with a pair of old eyes. Chutianxiong, who was still tall and big, but had a few white hair figures, was no longer the king of Chu, who was loved by hundreds of millions of Donghua children, and the invincible patron saint.

He is just an ordinary old man, an old man who has been alone for decades and has been carrying a heavy burden. That's all. -

"if the eldest son could see this scene, how nice it would be."

Zhongbo could not help shaking his head and sighing with emotion: "Wang Ye, he has really changed a lot -"

at this time, Xiye, Fengtai camp.

On the West Tower in the moon, the figure is graceful.

Chu Feng is lying in front of his desk. He has just finished processing several official documents. He rubs his sour eyes and looks at the bright moon in the distance. He can't help but be in a trance -

I don't know how Yun MuQing is doing in Yanjing, and she's not unhappy. The little girl doesn't want to think about herself -

and Chu Tianxiong -

Chu Feng can't help thinking about that A dignified, unsmiling man with a complicated mood.

"It turns out that I'm so tired to read memorials every day."

Chu Feng sweeps his eyes. The table is piled up like a hill. The memorial that needs him to deal with rises a smile at the corner of his mouth.

He said to himself: "it turns out that he has spent the past 20 years like this -"

it seems that he has a little understanding for this "father" who is unwilling to admit.

"Dragon head, have some supper. The tremella and lotus seed soup just made in the kitchen."

At this time, Chen Fengxing came with a bowl of steaming porridge.

"I'm really hungry. You can have some with me."

Chu Feng laughs, but he's not polite. He eats it.

He casually read the recent memorials, "what's going on in Nishino recently?"

Chen Fengxing said: "since the downfall of the Wu family, those corrupt officials in Xiye are no longer arrogant. They are in constant panic. We have achieved good results in eliminating the pests. If we go on at this speed, we can clean up the pests in half a month."

Chu Feng nodded, relieved.