Zhongzhou Continent, Dali Dynasty, Jingshi.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the outer city, the inner city, where the nobles live in large concentrations, is obviously much quieter. The mansions are obviously well versed in the officialdom of their owners, and they are all the same simple and low-key in appearance, but within the mansions, they all have their own goodness and luxury.

The Four Great Mansions are the leaders among them.

The Xingguo Mansion is unscrupulous, the Wuguo Mansion is full of martial spirit, the Anguo Mansion is exquisite and calm, and the Huguo Mansion is atmospheric and simple.

The four national mansions, like four pillars, in the inner city of the capital division, hold up half of the sky for Dali.

At this time, in the Protectorate Mansion, not only the old man Meng and the old man Meng Haoran, who were far away in the western Xinjiang, returned to this mansion without everyone knowing, and even Meng Ruoyun, who rarely went down the mountain to go home, also returned to this mansion with Meng Sisi, who had just joined the Yushan Sect.

Although there are no lights, no extravagance and noise, in the eyes of outsiders, the Protector Mansion is still the sparsely populated tragic mansion, but in the Protectorate Mansion, everyone's face is filled with joy and excitement from the heart.

Especially Meng Fu, Meng Lu, Meng Shou and Meng Xi, who followed Meng Kaijiang to fight in the south and north for forty or fifty years, and witnessed this old man from a marshal to a generalissimo of the three armies by virtue of his military merits.

There is no one in this room with them who does not cry, even Meng Siao, although he is not related to this family in essence, he can't help but blur his vision at this time.

Meng Kaijiang, Meng Tuotu, Meng Yangwei, Meng Ruoyun, Meng Haoran.

Duan Hongyan, Xi Hongyan, Lu Lianqing.

Meng Tiance, Meng Tianxuan, Meng Siyan, Meng Tianyu, Meng Siao, Meng Sisi.

Meng Fu, Meng Lu, Meng Shou, Meng Xi.

Meng Tian, Meng Zhongguo, Meng Haibei, Meng Lianqi, Meng Tachu......

Meng Wu, Meng Wen, Meng Dashan, Meng Xiaoshan, Meng Qingqing, Meng Xiaotu......

Since seven years, eleven months and twenty-four days ago, that tragedy befell the Meng family, the people in this Protector's Mansion have never gathered like today.

Meng Tuotu, Duan Hongyan and his wife, Meng Tiance, and Meng Siyan were forcibly abducted by the Duan family, and they were placed under house arrest for seven years.

Meng Yangwei, Meng Tianyu, was assassinated in the army, and since then he has been separated from his family by life and death.

Meng Haoran was ambushed, his cultivation was banned by all of them, and he was almost seriously injured, although he was saved by the nine elders of the Yushan Sect, but because of this, he was a waste person who couldn't pick up his shoulders and couldn't lift his hands for seven years in the Jingshi.

The old man Meng Kaijiang, who has been fighting in the south and north for 50 years, has black hair, and on that day, it turned white overnight!

From that day on, the Meng family, which had not had many people, seemed to have become a ghost, and they almost didn't feel the slightest bit of popularity and vitality.

However, no one would have thought that today, seven years, eleven months and twenty-four days, this family of old and young can still sit around the big table in the main hall.

At this moment, time seems to have returned to that Chinese New Year's Eve eleven years ago.

Meng Tuotu, Meng Yangwei and Meng Haoran, the three major marshals of the frontier, rode their horses all the way from the northern, western and southern Xinjiang day and night, and finally hurriedly entered the city before the gate of the night ban in Beijing was closed.

On that day, the wind and snow were heavy, and the entire road surface, houses, trees, and lawns of the entire Jingshi were wrapped in a thick layer of snow.

The three dragon horses of the Northern Frontier who had run all the way snorted one after another in the wind and snow, and thick white gas erupted from their nostrils, and the horses' hooves left marks of different shades on the snow with some fatigue.

The soldiers guarding outside the Qinglong Gate in the inner city looked up at the sky, and then looked at the hourglass next to them, put their hands together, and took a breath of white air on the tip of their noses, which was a little red from the cold, hoping that the time to close the door would come sooner, and they would also hand over the defense, and quickly return to their homes in the city to reunite with their relatives and have this reunion dinner on Chinese New Year's Eve.

At this time, three horses' hooves of varying degrees came from afar.

The soldiers guarding this city gate were a little curious, wanting to see which dignitaries and nobles were so late in the sky, and they hadn't gathered together in the mansion in the inner city.

In the wind and snow, the three magnificent figures, accompanied by the three Northern Frontier dragon horses, are getting closer and closer.

A soldier with very good eyes, through the lights on both sides of the road that was blown by the wind and snow, saw the tiger head lines on the three armors, and the whole person suddenly became excited: "It's the three generalissimos!"

He shouted, and his somewhat sloppy body was once again straightened like a javelin.

The rest of the soldiers, hearing his call, also shook their spirits, and their faces showed expressions of extreme admiration.

This shout also made the three people who were riding the dragon horse slowly towards this side in the wind and snow see each other's existence.

They suddenly turned over, got off the horse beautifully, rushed to the Qinglong Gate in a few steps, laughed loudly, didn't care about taking off their armor, shook off the snowflakes on their bodies, just stretched out their hands, and beat them heavily on the chests of the other two, and then gave each other a tight hug.

The three of them smiled and greeted the guards in a friendly manner, and then, in their solemn salute, led the horses, strode into the inner city, and disappeared into the wind and snow.

In the Protector's Mansion, the simplicity of a pass is still maintained.

A big table was placed in the main hall, and Old Man Meng was sitting at the top, with an empty chair next to him, and there was also a pair of dishes and chopsticks on the table corresponding to this empty chair.

On the left-hand side of the old man, there were four vacant seats from top to bottom, and on the side of the table directly opposite these four positions, there were three women, one of whom was holding a baby girl who had just turned one year old.

Below the position of the three women, there was a heroic young man in white.

Although the young man in white looked childish, he sat upright in his position, motionless, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a composure that was extremely inconsistent with his age.

The young man in white started with a younger boy and a handsome girl, the two obviously did not have the immobility of the young man in white, although they were also motionless at this time, but the flashing eyes of the two clearly showed the meaning of wanting to move in their hearts.

And the two children sitting in the position of the two of them, the older one was still restrained, and the younger one turned his head to look around for a while, and peeked at the old man for a while, and found that the old man was closing his eyes to recuperate, and his little hand touched out of a plate of mutton in front of him like lightning.

Seeing him behave like this, the four housekeepers of Fulu Suxi, who were sitting opposite him, all pursed their lips and snickered dotingly.