485 Peace and fun
Two days later in the evening, Ping An and his master left under the reluctant gaze of the Crown Prince.
Sun Sicheng felt amused. In just a few days, the prince had become fascinated by his disciple's stories.
Peace is gone and never comes back.
He was really fed up with the three days in the palace. It was really no different from being in prison.
It was also the first time for Chen Xuan to meet the five most distinguished people in the Great Zhou. He had lived in the Eastern Palace for three days in a daze. Like Ping An, he wished he could fly away from this place in an instant. It was too depressing.
Ping'an and his master each received a cart of rewards, and even Chen Xuan and Ruyi got some.
This is a happy thing.
"Ping An, I will take you home first. When you get back, don't tell anyone about what happened in the harem. It's their business if others spread it, but don't let it come from our mouths."
"Got it, Master." Ping An would naturally be cautious about such matters. There is no trivial matter in the palace. If one gets a little carried away, it is likely to drag down several families.
Sun Hongyu also greeted Wan Changsheng and others at home, so when Ping An and Chen Xuan returned home, they kept silent about what happened, as if they were just visiting relatives.
Ping'an instructed Dawu to register the rewards and then lock them in the warehouse. It would be better not to take them out for the time being.
Early the next morning, Ping'an went to the Wang family, his master's and his master's houses to pay New Year's greetings, and then went to the Mansion of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery and the Zhang family.
I visited all the most important families in the morning and received many New Year gifts, including two sets of spring clothes from Awu.
The last stop was naturally my father's house, as it was almost noon.
Chang Chunfeng pulled his son into the study.
"How were you in the palace those few days? You didn't hide your abilities at all. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing?"
"Dad, it's okay. There's no need to hide it. Life is only a few decades long. Why hide it so much? These past few days, everything has been going well. It's just that Master said that you shouldn't tell anyone about this."
"Of course, there is no trivial matter in the palace. Your stepmother and I didn't say anything, and the Zhang family didn't say anything either. Treatment is nothing, but it can't come from our mouths, especially when it's a major operation."
"I know, Dad. Mr. Wang asked us to go to his house on the eighth day of the first lunar month. We should stay at his house during this period. It's inconvenient to run back and forth."
"Well, just concentrate on your studies and try not to pay attention to what's happening outside. If possible, you should pursue a career in government."
"Dad, my mom has discussed with Master's wife and the others and they want to arrange a marriage for me and Awu after the competition. What do you think?"
Ping An didn't know what to say. He must get married at home, but his father still cared a lot.
Even though this man didn't support him, there were reasons for it and he couldn't be blamed entirely. He had also been very kind to him over the years, it was just that sometimes his intentions were not met with his abilities.
Chang Chunfeng said sadly: "It's okay, Ping'an, your mother has suffered a lot to raise you, you must get married on her side, just bring your wife to dad's place to offer a cup of tea later.
It's safe, but after you finish high school, you have to come back with me to your hometown to pay respects to your grandparents. I won't stop you from paying respects to the Wan family."
What he couldn't tell his son was that
Not long ago, he dreamed of his son's wedding. He and Mei Niang were sitting on the hall with smiles on their faces. His son and daughter-in-law were giving them great gifts. Standing next to them were two young men who looked very much like Ping An, both of whom had happy expressions on their faces.
After waking up from the dream, he was in great grief. If he had not met with that disaster, perhaps he and Mei Niang really had three sons, or perhaps that was their previous life, but something went wrong early in this life.
"Ping An, there is no turning back in life. If there is an afterlife, Dad will not get lost and will raise you well."
Ping An felt relieved but inexplicably uncomfortable: "Dad, you are very good, I have never blamed you, now both sides have good life, let's live this life well first.
Dad, how about I arrange a meeting with my stepfather for you someday? You can’t be there for him and not there for him when things go wrong, you’re all my relatives.”
Chang Chunfeng thought this idea was a little crazy: "Why do you think this way? If your stepfather and I were to do this, would others laugh at us? No, no."
In fact, he really wanted to see Mei Niang. It had been sixteen years since they last saw each other. How many sixteen years could one have in a lifetime?
Ping An changed the subject: "Let's talk about this later. This morning, I went to the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery's Mansion. My godfather asked me to be a substitute for his football team, which is the day after tomorrow. Can you go and see me?"
Chang Chunfeng smiled and said, "The Beijing Football Team plays every year on the sixth day of the first lunar month. The age limit is 16 years old and above, and 30 years old and below. Dad doesn't know how to do this, so he won't go. There will be a lot of people on that day, so you have to be careful."
Ping An nodded, "Dad, tomorrow the Marquis will host a banquet for Master, Master, and my family. Before, I had only talked about becoming your godfather, but the Marquis said it must be formal. He wants to invite you, but I said I have to ask you first."
Chang Chunfeng sighed softly: "The prince came to me yesterday, and I rejected it. Let your mother be happy. However, the prince asked me to get together with your master and your uncle Zhang another day. I agreed to this."
Ping An was helpless. If it were in modern times, these would not be a big deal. What was the big deal? It was not that one of them had made a big mistake. It was all right. Many people in Kyoto knew about his family's affairs and understood them. No one said anything, but only sympathized with him.
"Dad, I still want to arrange a date with you and my stepfather before we get married. Otherwise, there will be many such things in the future, and it's not good to always avoid them."
"Dad, Mom asked you to go have dinner with big brother." Chang Yan came trotting over. He was six years old at the beginning of the year, and he had to go to school after he turned fifteen.
Ping An stood up and asked, "Yan Er, can you dance with the stick?"
Chang Yan frowned and said, "My mother put it away and only let me play with it once in ten days."
Ping'an paused. His family's Pingxuan had one and he played with it every day. A four or five-year-old could play with it quite well.
"Mother is probably afraid that you'll hurt yourself, Yan'er. When you're older, I'll teach you some Kung Fu, you see."
Ping An displayed his Qinggong skills, and before he actually used the Snow-Treading Step, he did several somersaults in the air, which amazed Chang Yan beyond words.
Chang Chunfeng couldn't help but laugh.
"Brother, brother, I want to learn this. Brother, you teach me later." Chang Yan was almost hanging on Ping An, and Ping An lifted him up and sat him on his shoulders.
Chang Yan went from being initially surprised to being overjoyed. He had never sat so high before, nor had he seen a child sitting on an adult's shoulders.
Wow. It's so tall, it almost touches the sky.
Ping An listened to the child's happy cries, and simply held him in his arms, spinning in circles in the front yard using lightness skills. This kind of step was later combined with the lightness skills that Xiao Wu had originally taught him, a little bit of the snow-walking step. Although it was not as good as the real snow-walking step, it was much better than the previous lightness skills.
Chang Yan's little face flushed with excitement. He put his arms around his brother's neck and cried out softly from time to time.
Zhang Jinyu and Jin'er watched from a distance. At first she was worried that her son might have fallen, but then she saw that he was really fine and was being held in the arms, so she didn't come over.
It was New Year's Day, and she didn't want to spoil her husband's fun.
From New Year's Eve to now, my husband has only truly smiled today.
Chang Jin looked at her excited brother and she was envious. Boys could play wildly but girls could not. She was eight years old and after the Lantern Festival, she was going to go to a girls' school.
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