The war was a complete victory, and the old emperor couldn't wait to recruit Jinran back to Beijing.

This time, Jin Ran did not refuse, and asked Wu Qian what he meant, and the two returned to the capital together.

On the day of arrival in the capital, the city was welcomed by the inner and outer roads, and the civil and military officials went out to greet them. The pomp and circumstance is unprecedented.

If it weren't for the old emperor's old age and frailty, the biting spring breeze, and the occasional cold, the old emperor would be standing at the front of the team.

Jin Ran had just returned to the capital and went to the palace non-stop.

In the hall of nourishing the heart, the doors and windows are closed, dim and dark, and the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine is permeated.

Jin Ran checked the old emperor's body, but he occasionally felt a cold, and it was no big deal.

"Fushou, you're back." The old emperor grabbed Jin Ran's hand and complained about the sadness and grievances of Jin Ran's absence.

The old emperor is not young, old children, old children, the older he gets, the more like a child.

Jin Ran whispered softly to coax the old emperor, and the old emperor relaxed and fell asleep in a daze.

Under Jinran's careful care, the old emperor's health gradually improved, and he did not dare to hope to live a long life, and it would not be a problem to live seventy or eighty.

"My father's longevity is that he is more capable than others, and his medical skills are far better than Bian Que and other miracle doctors." The old emperor sincerely praised it.

Jin Ran didn't know what modesty was, so he nodded yes.

Jin Ran was pregnant, and the month was not small, the old emperor didn't dare to work Jin Ran, and softly told Jin Ran to pay attention to rest, and be sure to give him a soft and cute little granddaughter.

Under the expectation of the old emperor, in March, when the grass grew and the warbler flew, Jinran gave birth to a baby boy.

Holding his grandson in his arms, the old emperor said a few words of disgust, but thinking that he was a child born by Jinran's hard work, the old emperor hurriedly spoke, and Chrysostom praised his little grandson.

Wu Qian stood aside, probing into the room from time to time, making sure that Jin Ran was okay before relieving his heart.

"Father." Wu Qian whispered.

"What's the matter?" The old emperor disliked his grandson, but his body was very honest, and he would not let go if he held his grandson.

"Can the child let the minister hug him?" Wu Qian's hands are itchy, that's his son!

The old emperor turned his back, "You are careless, and you are careful to fall on my precious grandson." ”

He is rude, not clumsy, he can't fall, Wu Qian has a thousand words, but he still doesn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the old emperor.

A month later, Wu Qian's eldest son set a name and named it Wu Jun, Yi Meiyu, which shows the old emperor's attention and love for Wu Jun.

Wu Jun's full moon wine.

The ministers came to congratulate, and the guests of the princess's mansion were like clouds.

Wu Qian entertained the guests, and Jin Ran hugged Wu Jun and was too lazy to move.

Since giving birth to Wu Jun, Jin Ran has become more and more lazy, he can lie down and never sit, and he can sit and never stand.

"The prince has arrived."

Wu Qian and the guests tidied up their appearances and quickly walked to the door.

"Prince, the prince is back, why is there no news at all?"

"The Yellow River controls the water, and the prince's merit is greater than the sky, so it's time to come back. Besides, the prince and Princess Fushou have a deep brother and sister relationship, and Princess Fushou's eldest son is now full moon, how could the prince miss it. ”

In the first two years, the prince Situ Wuxian was ordered to control the water, and this rule was two years.

In the past two years, Situ Wuxian has shown his extraordinary talent and ability, and the flooded Yellow River has been managed by him in an orderly manner, benefiting all the people, and the scenery inside and outside the government and the opposition is unique.

At the gate of the princess's mansion, a handsome man in a black robe strode over, and he only had the graceful and luxurious Jinran in his eyes, and it was difficult for him to enter his eyes.

"Fushou, the imperial brother is back, you have suffered."

Situ Wuxie's eyes are as clear as glass, and it is said that on the day he was born, the palace was full of golden light, and the gods and Buddhas of the heavens appeared.

Jin Ran held Situ Wuxie's hand, "Brother Huang, I miss you so much." ”