The middle door of the palace of the king of Yan was wide open, and the crowd was crowded, and an embarrassing and reasonable father-son meeting took place in the main gate of the military and political center in the northeast of this dynasty.

A "father" with a tone that is not salty or light, but has a thousand flavors, and a sentence of "my son" that contains emotional and true feelings, if it is heard to outsiders, it is indeed like an illegitimate child who lives in the world for the first time recognizes his biological father, which makes people feel sour.

It's just that the two parties know that they have to do a full set of plays, even if it is in the Yanyi Palace.

But feelings can't be pretended.

Especially such complex and intertwined feelings.

Lu Rong looked at the pillar of the dynasty in front of him, and looked at his old face that was slightly similar to himself, and the countless reunion scenes and contradictory emotions in his heart that he had fantasized about along the way were all left behind, replaced by an indescribable sense of closeness and absurdity.

How has he seen this sturdy old man who is more than half a hundred taels old and has snow-white temples more than once?

At the beginning of Anxin County, except for Li Ye Li Li's family, Lu Rong rarely had neighbors and friends who could speak, and Anxin County, which has a small population, treated Lu Rong and Li Li, who had no father and mother, and was like Chen Ti in Lijia Village.

Uncle De doesn't drink, only Li Ye has two sips, and every time he cooks a little wine and good food, Lu Rong Lizi goes to help him get a pound of the famous yellow wine in the wine shop. At first, Lu Rong was reluctant to run errands, and always gave up the distance to buy a little bit of things, but he was drunk by Li Ye. Later, when he got used to it, he was gradually touched by the kind eyes and kind smile of the wine shop owner, and the low wine shop shed seemed to Lu Rong Li Li Li leaving another base in the city, which made him feel the warmth and stability that he had never felt except at home.

It was there that the young Lu Rong knew for the first time that there was such a thing as wine in his throat, but it was warm in his stomach.

It was also where the ignorant Lu Rong knew a lot of colorful worlds that Mr. Wang had never talked about or said.

Now that I think about it, it's really ......

Lu Rong really has a wonderful feeling of being reincarnated.

No wonder the kind old man with a slightly lame leg and a slight bow on his back always said that Lu Rong was like his son who was far away.

It's no wonder that the wine shop that is often closed and closed has just opened every time Lu Rong comes to drink.

It turned out that this only relative who was related to him by blood had never forgotten himself.

He suddenly felt a comical sense of satisfaction.

It's a really ...... It's fucking ridiculous.

Lu Rong couldn't think of a better word to describe it.

Lu Yuan laughed, as if he had burst into tears, this old man, who was resolute and brave compared to his youth, was still not willing to let go at all, but his words were so slow that he could only keep repeating "It's good to come back".

The old mottled hands grabbed Lu Rong's hand tightly, as if he couldn't grasp it anymore as soon as he let go.

Wang Xuance was still speechless, but he couldn't suppress the relief on his face.

But in the palace, I have only seen Wang Xuance's indifferent subordinates, but I can see the huge fluctuations in Mr. Jian Zhai's heart.

Even the most basic etiquette of lifting up His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, who bowed three times to himself according to the rites of his disciples, was almost forgotten.

Lu Jia, the busy housekeeper, had long since stopped going in and out, just stood aside with his hands down, laughing wantonly.

He couldn't remember the last time the general was so happy.

It seems that since the two royal highnesses died on the battlefield, this old man has only left a faint smile, a smirk and a sneer.

And today, the old man's hearty laughter can be heard everywhere in the huge Yanyi Palace.

Chen Ti got out of the car and came in.

The atmosphere is finally normal.

Lu Yuan's hand hadn't let go yet, but he just bowed deeply to the sloppy old man who was known as the "ladder fool into the sainthood".

Among the people in the dynasty who can afford Lu Yuan's salute, I am afraid that the only ones who are high in Tianjing City are the high-ranking Ninety-Five Venerable and his few pillow people.

"Mr. Lu Yuanxie protects my son thoroughly!"

A thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Wang Xuance couldn't afford it.

Lu Rong couldn't afford it.

The housekeepers and maids didn't know why, so they only knelt down with the general.

The sloppy old man frowned and looked impatient, but looking at this silent and unusually respectful full courtesy, he didn't say anything when it came to his mouth.

"I'm hungry, when will I eat?"

The old man let out a long sigh of compromise, and his tone was very awkward.

Lu Yuan laughed loudly: "Just eat!" ”

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Sure enough, the heaviest gift in the world is a meal.

Funerals need to be eaten, birthdays are to be eaten, welcome is to be eaten, and people are also to be eaten.

What's more, this is the first meal after King Yan's father and son recognize each other.

Compared with the slightly tasteless face-to-face ceremony, this table meal can be described as a feast on land and water.

One after another, Lu Rong's nameless delicacies were brought up by the maidservant, and a large table of ten people sitting together was placed.

But there were only four simple people sitting around.

Lu Yuan, Lu Rong, Wang Xuance, Li Fengshan.

A real home-cooked meal.

The general, who was still laughing calmly when he saw the ceremony, looked at this hall full of joy, but suddenly burst into tears.

Lu Rong knew that this sturdy old man who was alone in the northeast corner of the dynasty had not sat at the same table with his children and grandchildren so harmoniously for a long time.

You must know that he could have been full of children and grandchildren.

Fate deprived Lu Rong of his right to be a son of man, so why didn't he deprive King Yan of the joy of being a human father?

In other words, in this difficult land of Youzhou, there are no parents like Lu Yuan who sit alone at the table with empty stools and chairs.

As the master of one party, he will set an example for one party, such a simple truth, I am afraid that no one in the world can do better and more thoroughly than Lu Yuan.

Fortunately, he still has Lu Rong.

Although he is only his son in name.

Maybe that's enough.

Celebrations are not without wine.

A jar of Lu Yuan's favorite yellow sauce wine has bottomed out in a moment.

Then there is the second altar.

And then the third altar.

In the end, I don't know how many altars were opened.

During the banquet, there were only family matters, no national policy.

The four people here all know Lu Rong's true identity, and no matter how strong they are, there is no taboo in words.

From the palace to Tianjing, from the ancestors of the Lu family to Lu Rong's mother.

In the end, the old man who had said before, "Then I hope this mad dog doesn't scold my old puppet" scolded his old puppet countless times.

The young man who kept self-suggesting "he is my father" along the way was half-drunk and said an old thing Lu Yuan.

Then there was the drunkenness.

All four.

Even Wang Xuance, who has always been able to keep a clear head, is no exception.

On weekdays, it is clean and never disturbs the people, and the palace of the king of Yan has set off piles of firecrackers for the first time.

Listening to the deafening sound of firecrackers, Lu Rong, who seemed to be a mess of mud, muttered that no one could hear the drunken words.