"Dear passengers, airliner ......"

"Oops!"

A passenger plane landed at Jingshi Airport, and the beautiful stewardess was just about to say the precautions for getting off the plane, when a young man suddenly ran past it, and the strong wind brought up by the rapid speed almost blew the stewardess down.

"Guest, stay safe!"

The stewardess, who was a little annoyed in her heart, wanted to shout sternly, but when she saw the handsome face of the young man, her tone instantly softened.

Unfortunately, the young man ignored her, rushed to the hatch, and disappeared without a trace.

The young man who got off the plane didn't look at the pick-up bus parked next to him, and ran directly to a black car parked not far away.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

A middle-aged man greeted him and took the young man's bag with both hands.

"Grandpa, how is he?"

As soon as he sat in the car, a flash of worry flashed in the young man's eyes and asked the middle-aged man who was driving next to him.

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"The Emperor Taishang has been cultivating in the warm pavilion since the beginning of the year, and the ministers haven't seen him for a long time."

"Got it, hurry up and drive."

Hearing this answer, the young man urged, looked at the traffic and tall buildings outside the window, and fell silent.

After decades of development, the Ming Dynasty has undergone earth-shaking changes.

At the same time, with the development of the times, the architectural style has also changed.

The original courtyard mansion has become a high-rise building, and the wide road is no longer filled with horses and carriages, but cars and wagons.

If there are later generations who come to the Ming Dynasty at this time, they will not believe that this is the Ming Dynasty, but will think that they are still in modern society.

Of course, there are also differences here that are different from later generations.

Instead of wearing Western-style clothes, people here wear new-style clothes that retain the Hanfu style.

The car shuttled quickly in the traffic, and soon passed the high-rise buildings, and entered the area of the classical mansion where every inch of land was valuable.

This area is called the brain of the Ming Dynasty, and the people living in it are all high-level people of the Ming Dynasty.

Even if you have money and don't hold a certain position in the court, you are not qualified to live here.

Moreover, all the residences in this area belong to the imperial court, even if you have gold and silver, don't want to buy a brick and tile here.

The car shuttled quickly, and soon came to the Forbidden City, which still retained its original appearance.

When he got here, the car couldn't move, and the young man knew this rule, and before the car stopped, he jumped off with his bag on his back and rushed to the gate of the Forbidden City.

The palace guards, who were wearing armor and holding cold weapons, saw the faces of the people who came, and their vigilant eyes relaxed.

When the young man came to him, he hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted.

"Meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Some anxious young people didn't care about these etiquettes anymore, nodded hurriedly, and rushed into the palace.

"Haven't you come back yet?"

The entrance of the warm pavilion.

Zhu Qirui, whose hair had turned gray, asked the commander of the Jinyi Guard beside him with anger in his eyes.

"Back to the emperor, according to the report of the people below, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has gotten off the plane and is on his way."

"This rebel."

Hearing that his son was back, a flash of excitement flashed in Zhu Qirui's eyes, but his mouth was a merciless reprimand.

Counting the time, he hasn't seen his son for 5 years.

This stinky boy has a very stubborn temper, and because of some things, he actually got angry with him and his grandfather and ran away from home.

Zhu Qirui was very angry at that time, if it wasn't for his old man who opened his mouth, Zhu Jianmiao's position as the prince of the stinky boy would have been masturbated by him a long time ago.

But the position was kept, but he wanted to let this stinky boy know what Lao Tzu was.

He cut off this stinky boy's source of income, and insisted on letting the other party bow his head first.

It's a pity that this son is also a tough seed, even if he sings along the street and works as a coolie, he doesn't bow to him.

If it weren't for the sudden serious illness of my own old man this year, I'm afraid this little bastard would still have to fight with himself.

"Wow......"

Hurried footsteps sounded, and Zhu Qirui turned his head to look.

I saw my own stinky boy and hurried over.

"Dad, how is Grandpa?"

Zhu Jianmiao, who ran all the way in, put his hands on his knees, gasped for breath, and looked nervously at his father with a cold face.

"Hmph, you still have the face to ask how your grandfather is, if you weren't so tough back then, your grandfather would have been angry to death, and your grandfather would ......"

"Husband!"

The queen, who was accompanying her on the side, was originally happy when she saw her son coming back, but she could see that her husband was going to get angry, and she was afraid that the two would quarrel again, so she hurriedly pulled her husband.

Zhu Qirui glanced at his wife, and flicked his sleeves angrily under the begging in his eyes.

"A loving mother has many defeats, so you should get used to him!"

"Mother, how is Grandpa?"

Unable to debate with his father, Zhu Jianmiao grabbed his mother's hand and asked again with trepidation.

Empress Chen shook her head, feeling a little sad, and mist slowly seeped out of her eyes.

When her husband's concubine rate Mr. gave birth to a son, if it wasn't for the old man and her mother-in-law who have been on her side, she also worked hard and gave birth to 5 daughters in a row, and finally gave birth to a son, otherwise she doesn't know where she is now.

"Today, the hospital reported that it has reached the limit, and your grandfather is still holding on, just wanting to see you again."

"Grandpa..."

Hearing his mother's words, Zhu Jianmiao was seriously full of remorse, knelt heavily on the ground, and slapped himself a few times.

Zhu Qirui, who was next to him, sighed slightly when he saw this, stepped forward and said, "Okay, go see your grandfather, he has been waiting for you." ”

Zhu Jianmiao pursed his lips, got up and walked towards the closed hall.

"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, you're finally back!"

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the hall, an old man with a cane in one hand and a knife at his waist in the other hand took a few steps forward excitedly.

"Grandpa Hu, slow down."

Seeing that the old man was struggling to walk, Zhu Jianmiao hurriedly stepped forward to support the other party.

"Hehe, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay for you to come back, the emperor has been waiting for you for a long time."

The old man waved his hand indifferently, and didn't look at Zhu Qirui and the others who were following behind, stretched out his dry hand to pull Zhu Jianmiao, pushed open the closed hall door, and walked into the hall with Zhu Jianmiao.

Zhu Qirui was afraid that more people would disturb his father's rest, so he waved his hand to stop the people behind him, and he followed in alone.

The pavilion was very dark, there were no electric lights, and the lighting equipment was still candles.

The furnishings of the room are still the same as those from decades ago, and nothing has changed.

"Is the cub back?"

As soon as the three of them entered the inner sanctum, behind the wide gauze tent, a weak and old inquiry sounded.

Hearing this weak voice, Zhu Jianmiao couldn't hold back any longer, tears burst out of her eyes, and she knelt on the ground and walked forward to the gauze tent.

"Yes, Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is back."

Hu Yu, who walked to the gauze tent, put the cane aside, stretched out his dry hand, opened the curtain, and replied loudly to the inside.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, you speak louder, Your Majesty couldn't hear clearly two years ago."

Zhu Jianmiao bit his lip and nodded vigorously, slowly crawled to the side of the bed, reached out and grabbed the quilt, and the void grabbed his hand.

"Grandpa, the grandson is back, your little cub is back."

Looking at his grandfather's face full of old age spots and the old and godless eyes, Zhu Jianmiao choked up and shouted.

Hearing the response, the old man lying on the bed blinked his eyelids slightly, moved his head with difficulty, and looked at the place where the sound came from.

But no matter how he looked at it, he only saw a vague shadow, and he couldn't see his grandson's face clearly.

Although he couldn't see clearly, the familiar feeling that could come from his hand let him know that his grandson was by his side.

"You little, you're finally willing to come back."

The old man smiled and shook the young man's hand vigorously.

"Grandpa!"

Zhu Jianmiao called out and threw himself into the old man's arms, "It's the grandson who is wrong, the grandson will never be angry with you in the future, and the grandson will listen to you well, stay by your side, and honor you well......"

"Huh!"

The old man smiled on his face and reached out to pat Zhu Jianmiao's head.

"How old are you, and you're still crying, if your grandfather sees it, you will probably be beaten."

"Ugh."

"Grandpa has also figured it out, everyone has different ideas, and it may be unfair to you to impose my ideas on you."

Zhu Qirui, who was standing on the side, heard his father say this, and his face showed helplessness.

Sure enough, it's a next-generation parent.

Back then, I thought differently from my father, and my father's education method was to beat, but why did it change when I got to my grandson?

"Back then, I just didn't think the same as your grandfather, and I was often beaten by his old man......"

"Although I was often beaten, I never thought of running away from home, and I didn't even reply to a letter like you for seven or eight years......

"If I had been like you, there would have been nothing wrong with our family..."

Perhaps in a happy mood, the old man said a few more words.

But I don't know if it's because I'm older or what's going on, I don't remember the time so deeply.

The grandson has been gone for five years, but he thinks he has been gone for seven or eight years.

"Grandpa, it's five years."

Seeing that his grandfather had misremembered the time, Zhu Jianmiao corrected it.

"It's five years!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, remembered something in a trance, stared at his grandson, who could not see clearly, and muttered to himself.

"Five years, five years ......"

Memories come to mind one by one.

That year, a young man in brocade clothes, standing at the gate of Jinling Palace, said with emotion: It's been 5 years, and I'm finally back!

That year, the young man was in high spirits and followed his grandfather to gallop across the battlefield.

That year, the young man married his wife, and the husband and wife loved each other and respected each other like guests.

That year, the boy had his first child, and he was so happy that he couldn't wait to announce the news to the whole world.

That year, he fought the world and killed four invincible barbarians.

That year, his dearest grandfather left, and his heart fell into infinite grief.

That year, he took over his father's throne, worked hard, and completed the grand hegemony.

That year, his father, who had been busy all his life, died, and he became a fatherless child.

That year, that year, that year......

Familiar people left one after another, and there were fewer and fewer people to talk to him, and finally he was left alone, facing the world alone.

The youth is full of spirit, the fighting spirit of youth, the diligence of middle age, and the loneliness of old age.

Thinking back on his life, the old man silently closed his eyes.

If he had a choice, he would love to go back to the past, to the age of bohemianism, unrestrainedness, someone to rely on, someone to cover, someone to pamper him.

But it's all over.

Grandfather, father, mother, uncle, siblings, wives, loyal men, and now finally to himself.

A cloudy tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and looking at the memories in his mind, the old man's lips squirmed slightly.

Green silk and white hair for a moment,

Who is going to say when you are old?

If the spring breeze has mercy,

Can you allow me to be a teenager again?

(End of book.) ）