Chapter 502: Is it Mr. Huang or the Emperor?
"Is it time to eat?" Old Man Su suddenly said loudly: "Boss, go and see if the food is ready..."
"Yes, it's time to eat. I'll go to the kitchen to check..."
"Let's go, big brother, I'm going too..."
"That's right, let's eat..."
Everyone in the Su family was clamoring for food, as if nothing had happened just now.
At this time, there were several loud crane calls.
Two, three, four, and five reds drew a graceful arc, and landed in the Su family's yard with a noble and proud air.
Everyone in the Su family, "..."
He looked at the cranes with a complicated expression.
immediately--
"Dad, our big white goose is so fat!"
"That's right! Look, Dad, I'm afraid all the big white geese in the whole village can't compare to ours..."
“That’s right…”
They don’t have any cranes at home, they only have big white geese!
Liu Gui, “…”
stunned!
Then the corners of his mouth twitched.
Compared with the people in the Su family, he seems to be not good enough in cultivation!
No one else has the ability to tell lies with open eyes!
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At the entrance of the village, there is a big house.
Wang Zhong looked at the person who suddenly appeared and was so scared that he fell to his knees with a plop.
"Your servant pays homage to the Emperor..."
"Mr. Huang came here to see the young master."
Before Wang Zhong could finish his words, he was interrupted by a guard.
Wang Zhong understood immediately.
"This old servant greets Master Huang!" Wang Zhong kowtowed respectfully.
"Get up."
The deep voice, with an innate majesty, made Wang Zhong hold his breath and concentrate, not daring to breathe.
At the same time, she couldn't help but tear up.
Woohoo... My dear, your father has finally come to see you...
"Where is the young master? Take me, cough cough... take me there!" the middle-aged man said, stuttering.
It can be seen that one has become accustomed to calling himself that.
Some things cannot be changed.
"Yes, yes! I obey your command!"
Wang Zhong quickly agreed and crawled towards Xuanyuan Jin's yard.
Behind him was a man in a moon-white brocade robe, with sharp eyebrows, starry eyes and deep facial features.
Although he is already middle-aged, he still looks dignified and handsome.
The man was holding a folding fan in his hand, dressed as a scholar.
However, even though his aura was mostly restrained, it still gave people a sense of oppression.
This person is none other than the current emperor Xuanyuan Hao.
Xuanyuan Hao walked slowly behind Wang Zhong, looking very relaxed.
As I walked, I glanced at Phoenix Mountain not far away.
Phoenix Mountain is covered with lush trees, exuding a vibrant vitality.
Xuanyuan Hao's eyes flashed, and a hint of deep thought flashed across his eyes.
"Master...Master...look who's here..."
Wang Zhong ran into Xuanyuan Jin's study and shouted excitedly.
Xuanyuan Jin was standing in front of the desk, copying a painting on the table.
The painting shows a little girl with delicate eyebrows and eyes, surrounded by two cranes.
In the distance, there is the setting sun, distant mountains, and clouds dyed red by the sunset glow...
Even though it's just a painting, you can seem to feel the little girl's cheerful laughter.
And, deep warmth.
After hearing what Wang Zhong said, Xuanyuan Jin said without even looking up, "Uncle Wang, I'm painting!"
I mean, be quiet!
As for who came, what does it have to do with him?
Does he have to go and greet her?
"Young Master, please go out and greet them quickly!" Wang Zhong said anxiously.
Xuanyuan Jin, "..."
Finally raised his head.
His thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his little face.
Wang Zhong quickly said, "Master, your father is here!"
Xuanyuan Jin, "..."
His father?
I don't quite understand.
"Young Master, the Emperor is here!" Wang Zhong said in a low voice.
Xuanyuan Jin's expression changed.
But he stood there without moving.
Eyes, looking towards the door.
A tall figure appeared at the door and walked in slowly with his back to the sun.
Xuanyuan Jin blinked his eyes and felt the sunlight was a little dazzling, making him want to cry.
"Jin'er!"
A low voice, with a hint of gentleness and a hint of strangeness, came over.
Xuanyuan Jin lowered his head.
A drop of water fell on the painting that had not yet been copied.
Smudge out a black ink.
"Young master..." Wang Zhong called out in a low voice in fear.
I was afraid that the young master would feel resentful and quarrel with the emperor.
Xuanyuan Jin lowered his head, raised his legs, left the table, and knelt down towards Xuanyuan Hao.
"Your son pays homage to His Majesty the Father."
The voice was hard and seemed very calm.
But if you listen carefully, you can hear a hint of crying and a bit of grievance.
Xuanyuan Hao lowered his head and looked at his son's small body, his eyes dazed for a moment.
I couldn't help but remember how happy I was when my son was born.
Looking at the little person wrapped in the big red swaddling clothes, my whole heart softened.
A feeling of blood connection arises spontaneously...
Xuanyuan Hao did not ask his son to stand up directly. Instead, he squatted down, stretched out his hand, and placed it on his son's small shoulder.
"Jin'er, are you still resentful of your father?" Xuanyuan Hao asked in a low voice.
Xuanyuan Jin pursed his lips, and his whole body exuded a stubborn aura.
"...I dare not."
It’s not that I don’t dare, but that I don’t blame others.
Xuanyuan Hao didn't say anything, he just stretched out his hand and picked up his son.
When Wang Zhong saw it, tears immediately fell from his eyes.
Woohoo... The emperor really does love the young master.
Wang Zhong sniffed secretly and wiped his tears with his sleeves, not daring to let anyone see.
After all, crying in front of the emperor is taboo.
Wang Zhong walked out quietly and closed the door.
I wiped my eyes and felt refreshed.
There is a feeling of waiting for the clouds to clear and then the moon appears.
The emperor must have come to pick up the young master in person!
God has eyes, and the young master can finally return to the palace openly!
Thinking of this, Wang Zhong couldn't help but feel happy and walked towards the kitchen quickly.
The emperor was tired from the journey, so he had to quickly order someone to prepare meals for him.
Oh, and we need to arrange accommodation for the Emperor, and strengthen the security of the mansion...
Oh, and also, should we tell the old general that the emperor is here...
No, no, the Emperor's whereabouts cannot be disclosed casually...
Wang Zhong walked quickly while thinking in his mind.
In the room, the moment Xuanyuan Jin was picked up by his father, tears started falling down his face.
However, after only a few drops, he forced himself to hold it back.
He struggled a bit, trying to get out of his father's arms.
This feeling of being held by my father is so strange.
But, I am reluctant to leave.
Xuanyuan Hao held his son and sat directly on the chair behind the desk.
His eyes inadvertently fell on the painting on the table.
The little girl in the painting has a bright and sunny smile.
The two cranes beside her were so familiar that his eyelids twitched...
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