Chapter 22 Section IX
After returning to "Fengxiangfang Branch", Meng Zhen still didn't say anything, and walked to his son's room alone.
Xie E wasn't asleep yet, she was sitting in front of her son's bed.When Mengzhen came in, she didn't express any surprise, she seemed to have expected that her husband would come home at this time and come to this room.
Xie E had just stood up when Meng Zhen hugged her.She felt him hold him so tightly that she could barely breathe.
After a long time, he let her go and went to the bed to see his son.
According to the practice of the Monjafu family, the child will not be given a formal name until he is five years old, and now he is only temporarily called "little third son" - outside the customs, boys and girls are all ranked together.
However, the couple had already decided that their son would change his name to Mengyue in the future, and he hoped that this child would become a superior person.
"Did he sleep well?" Meng Zhen stroked his son's forehead.
Xie E nodded.She was silent for a while, and then asked, "You...won't you go and see her?"
Mengzhen knew that his wife was talking about Tiewa, she was such a tolerant woman.
He shook his head.
"Tonight, I want to be with you and the child." Meng Zhen didn't take his eyes off the son who was not yet two years old. "Bring your daughter here, too."
Xie E suppressed her sad expression and hurried out of the room.
Meng Zhen gently picked up his son from the bed.As a result, the son woke up, his small eyes half-opened, the same aqua blue color as his father.
"Father..." The son who is still babbling, is the first word he can say.
Mengzhen couldn't hold back anymore, tears dripped down his son's cheeks.Meng Zhen immediately wiped it away.
"Go on and sleep..."
I don't know if my son really understands it.But under the caress of that generous and warm palm, he closed his eyes again, and fell asleep again in his father's arms.
The golden throne hall of the imperial palace is astonishingly wide and long, and it is usually a place for civil and military officials to pay pilgrimage, but now it is empty. Marshal Lu Yingfeng stepped in through the palace gate alone, with a five-foot iron sword on the sheath around his waist.Except for the guards in front of the hall, there was no one who could enter the Golden Luan Hall with a sword in the past. Lu Yingfeng hugged the battle helmet on his left arm, while his right hand was hanging down and clutching something wet, he walked straight through the center of the hall. There was no one on the golden dragon chair directly in front. Lu Yingfeng didn't stop until he reached the steps below the throne. "The subject is back." He spoke towards the empty chair. The dragon chair moved slightly. "Don't...don't kill me..." A voice came from the back of the chair, full of panic tremors. "People are coming... People are coming..." Of course no one came. Lu Yingfeng couldn't bear not to laugh, this was the peak moment of his life. "Subjects dare not do things that are rebellious and immoral. This time I returned to the capital, I have long said that it is to 'clean up the king's side'..." As Lu Yingfeng said, he threw the thing in his right hand at Jin Luan.The thing fell on the temple steps, rolled down again, and finally stopped at the bottom of the steps. Lun Xiao's head. The voice behind the dragon chair screamed in fright. "The head of the traitor has been eliminated." Even though Lu Yingfeng cut off Lun Xiao's head with his own hands, the anger accumulated for many years seemed to have not completely disappeared, and his eyes were still fixed on Lun Xiao's dead ugly face on the ground. "The feudal lords of the south will also come to the capital within a few days to help His Majesty restore order in the country." Lu Yingfeng continued. "Your Majesty has made such a great contribution, won't Your Majesty praise you?" "Want... want me... what to say?..." "Which side the subject stands on, the side will win. Throughout the ages, has there been such a general as the subject?" "No, no... Lu Qing's family is the number one soldier in ancient and modern times... This country has been supported by Lai Qing's family for many years! It's only my fault that I misunderstood the treacherous officials..." Lu Yingfeng suddenly pulled out the iron sword with a "clang", and the sound was suffocated. Lu Yingfeng pointed the tip of his sword at Lun Xiao's head. "Those who despise Lu Yingfeng will end up like this!" The voice behind the dragon chair didn't dare to say another word. Only then did Lu Yingfeng take back the iron sword in satisfaction, turned around and stepped out of the palace gate. On the square outside the palace, over 10,000 "Split Army" are still lined up neatly.They saw this tall and strong man stepping out of the hall—this was once their most fearful and hated enemy, and now he is the man they respect to the utmost—at the same time, they gave out cheers that shook the entire palace. Lu Yingfeng raised his head and looked at the already faintly bright sky. —God, did you see this time too?
The golden throne hall of the imperial palace is astonishingly wide and long, and it is usually a place for civil and military officials to pay pilgrimage, but now it is empty. Marshal Lu Yingfeng stepped in through the palace gate alone, with a five-foot iron sword on the sheath around his waist.Except for the guards in front of the hall, there was no one who could enter the Golden Luan Hall with a sword in the past. Lu Yingfeng hugged the battle helmet on his left arm, while his right hand was hanging down and clutching something wet, he walked straight through the center of the hall. There was no one on the golden dragon chair directly in front. Lu Yingfeng didn't stop until he reached the steps below the throne. "The subject is back." He spoke towards the empty chair. The dragon chair moved slightly. "Don't...don't kill me..." A voice came from the back of the chair, full of panic tremors. "People are coming... People are coming..." Of course no one came. Lu Yingfeng couldn't bear not to laugh, this was the peak moment of his life. "Subjects dare not do things that are rebellious and immoral. This time I returned to the capital, I have long said that it is to 'clean up the king's side'..." As Lu Yingfeng said, he threw the thing in his right hand at Jin Luan.The thing fell on the temple steps, rolled down again, and finally stopped at the bottom of the steps. Lun Xiao's head. The voice behind the dragon chair screamed in fright. "The head of the traitor has been eliminated." Even though Lu Yingfeng cut off Lun Xiao's head with his own hands, the anger accumulated for many years seemed to have not completely disappeared, and his eyes were still fixed on Lun Xiao's dead ugly face on the ground. "The feudal lords of the south will also come to the capital within a few days to help His Majesty restore order in the country." Lu Yingfeng continued. "Your Majesty has made such a great contribution, won't Your Majesty praise you?" "Want... want me... what to say?..." "Which side the subject stands on, the side will win. Throughout the ages, has there been such a general as the subject?" "No, no... Lu Qing's family is the number one soldier in ancient and modern times... This country has been supported by Lai Qing's family for many years! It's only my fault that I misunderstood the treacherous officials..." Lu Yingfeng suddenly pulled out the iron sword with a "clang", and the sound was suffocated. Lu Yingfeng pointed the tip of his sword at Lun Xiao's head. "Those who despise Lu Yingfeng will end up like this!" The voice behind the dragon chair didn't dare to say another word. Only then did Lu Yingfeng take back the iron sword in satisfaction, turned around and stepped out of the palace gate. On the square outside the palace, over 10,000 "Split Army" are still lined up neatly.They saw this tall and strong man stepping out of the hall—this was once their most fearful and hated enemy, and now he is the man they respect to the utmost—at the same time, they gave out cheers that shook the entire palace. Lu Yingfeng raised his head and looked at the already faintly bright sky. —God, did you see this time too?