The remnant sun is like blood, the withered vines are spring, and the ancient stone road is sonorous, and Luo Zhaoyun's convoy returned to Jixian Cheng. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the seat of Zhuo County, which is equivalent to the capital of a certain province in later generations, and serves as the political and cultural center of the county.

Luofu has been renovated and modified, more magnificent, five in and five out of the big courtyard, there is a school martial arts field in front of the door, there are soldiers in the drill, the local city, not like the capital, the implementation of the strict Li Fang system, so, the city streets people come and go, even small bridges and flowing water, shops in rows, facing the street, but more convenient.

Some shop vendors are selling outside, such as cut cakes, cooking cakes, tofu, duck pears, sugar gourds, etc., through the streets and alleys, and operate on a small basis.

Because Luo Yi is Luo Zhaoyun's father, he has a different generation, so he did not go out of the city to greet him in person, but let several of his flag officials go out of the city to greet him, Qu Chao is the son of Yizi, the son-in-law of Jian Luofu, and his identity is extraordinary, with flag officials and captains, to welcome his arrival at the city gate.

"Welcome to the Marquis of Guanwu to Jicheng, and we will be ordered by the general to come to greet you."

Luo Zhaoyun sat on a horse, dressed in bright silver armor, with a strong body and a majestic style. The appearance is extraordinary, and he nodded and said, "Go to the city and go home!" ”

"Guanwu Hou, please!" Many military attaches sincerely welcome Luo Zhaoyun back, because in recent years, he has become famous, and his heroic deeds have been heard everywhere, and he is the only seedling of Luo Gong.

Only Qu Chao avoided his eyes, and sometimes, he would secretly observe Luo Zhaoyun from behind, with a hint of jealousy and murder in his eyes.

If there is no Luo Zhaoyun, or he is just a madman, then the Luo family is likely to be his, and when Luo Yi is old in the future, Qu Chao feels that he can be in charge of the Luo family, and the remaining sons can also change the Luo family and inherit the title of the Luo family, and now with Luo Zhaoyun, he has no hope.

People like him never thought that like Luo Zhaoyun, they would rely on their own ability to create a world, but set their sights on inheriting the titles of their predecessors.

Returning to the high-walled courtyard and the Luo Mansion with blue bricks and tiles, Luo Zhaoyun entered the house, and many family members and servants came out to line up to welcome the young master, which was very grand.

Even Luo Yi stood in the courtyard inside the door, looking at him with a smile.

Luo Yi, who is close to fifty years old, has a tall body, is not fat or thin, has a resolute and powerful face, cold eyebrows, usually does not smile, often lives in the barracks, leads and trains soldiers, and when he sees his son return home today, he smiles a little more, especially the child's promising, which greatly increases his face.

"Child Luo Zhaoyun, meet your father." Luo Zhaoyun stepped forward, hugged his fists and knelt on one knee, and gave a big gift to father and son.

"Haha, hurry up, let me see, Zhaoyun has really changed!" Luo Yi was very happy, stretched out his arms, and pulled Luo Zhaoyun up.

"I've grown taller and stronger, and I'm more powerful than your father." Luo Yi's indescribable joy, there is nothing more gratifying than seeing that his son has become a talent.

"My father is still in good health, and he should be strong when he gets old!"

Luo Yi smiled and nodded, turned to the few women behind him and said, "Come, I've seen a few of your aunts, Meng and Cao, this is Xinna's concubine Lu the year before last!" ”

Luo Zhaoyun's eyes swept over and saw the eldest lady Meng Shi, who was in her forties, her gaze was evasive, and she was somewhat weak-hearted.

Cao is in his thirties, plump, still quite a bit of posture, and when he looks at him, he shows a knowing smile.

The Lu family is a local family surnamed Lu, the woman has just turned twenty years old, about the same age as Luo Zhaoyun, she is Luo Yi's favorite concubine, and she has become his late mother.

"Zhaoyun has seen a few aunts and wives!" Luo Zhaoyun couldn't be rude in front of everyone, so he said respectfully.

Cao and Lu were all smiling, only Meng was smiling, and his expression was a little unnatural.

Luo Zhaoyun's gaze met with Meng Shi, with a complicated look, he was not in a hurry to make a move, but to create a tense and terrifying pressure on the other party, so that her spirit was tortured first, suspicious, and always in a tense state.

has been evil for so many years, Luo Zhaoyun will not easily cure her crimes, see how she grasps the straw that saves her life, and what evil means she has in the final stage.

Luo Zhaoyun will not forget that when he was in Luofu, he lived like a year, pretending to be crazy and stupid, everything was forced by the situation.

"Zhaoyun, the banquet has been prepared, you go to wash the dust and change your clothes first, and then the family will have a family banquet together."

Luo Zhaoyun nodded and said yes, and at the same time introduced Xiao Yiyi and Ning Muhe to his father, saying that he had already married and taken concubines.

Luo Yi has heard about this matter somewhat, and said with a smile: "You are not young, you are already weak, when you marry a wife and concubine and start a family, the position of the main wife, are you waiting for Your Majesty to give you a marriage, do you want to wait for the Holy Driver to come to Youzhou, propose for your father and marry Princess Ruyi!" ”

"This, don't worry, look at this battle." Luo Zhaoyun replied.

Luo Yi stroked his beard and laughed: "Hahaha, very good, when you become a colt, my Luo family will be more prominent." ”

When Meng heard that he had married a princess and become a concubine, and was more favored by the emperor, he was even more difficult to resist, and he secretly felt that he was not far from the day of the East Window incident, and he could not escape. The more she thought about it, the more nervous, desperate, restless, and a little dazed she became. (To be continued.) )