Although Zhao Yu's parents have titles, people who are familiar with him are used to calling him his father Xiangye and her mother and wife.

For his mother, Zhao Yu saw the most in the portrait.

In the portrait, his mother hugged him and leaned on his father's arms, smiling very gently, as if she had never left him.

Although some people say that his mother may no longer be alive, he and his father have always believed that his mother is still waiting for their family reunion in an unknown corner at this moment.

Zhao Yu saw his father sitting at the stone table from a distance, and his father was still the same as when he left half a year ago, and there was no change.

Seeing his father Zhao Yu, he couldn't help but stop.

My father has been gone for more than half a year, and now he is finally willing to come back.

If he hadn't given him a flying pigeon every month to report his safety, he would have thought that his father had forgotten him.

Zhao Yu waved his hand to wait outside the courtyard, and walked into the courtyard alone and walked towards his father.

Zhao Cheng looked up at his son.

Yes, I don't see it for more than half a year, I seem to have grown a little taller, and my eyes are like his mother.

Zhao Cheng narrowed his eyes and used his internal strength to wave his sleeves towards his son.

The next moment, with Zhao Cheng as the center, the air suddenly felt as if it had frozen, and the leaves falling from the air were wrapped in a strong internal force and instantly swished out into the distance, causing ripples in the air.

Zhao Yu watched the internal force coming towards him, and naturally knew that his father was testing his martial arts.

Seeing that the leaves were like spikes one by one, they pressed towards him with a thunderous momentum.

Zhao Yu flew up, stepped on a leaf to bypass the more leaves that were shooting at him, and then flashed in the air.

It seemed that only afterimages could be seen at the speed, and it quickly dodged the attacks.

"Whoosh-"

"Whoosh-"

Zhao Yu dodged those leaves and turned over and fell to the ground lightly.

And the next moment, there was a commotion and a rattle behind him.

Tilting his head to look behind him, there were flowers and trees that had fallen down at this time, and even the bamboo, not in a row, was cut off by those leaves.

Zhao Yu ignored the fallen flowers and trees behind him, but walked calmly in front of Zhao Cheng.

"Father, you're back."

"Well, I'm back." Zhao Cheng looked at his son standing in front of him and reached out and touched his head.

"Yes, I have grown taller, and my martial arts have also improved."

Zhao Cheng said as he took out a jade flute from his sleeve and handed it to his son.

"Here you go, you usually wear it on your body without poison."

"Thank you, father." Zhao Yu took it happily, and touched his hand on the cold jade flute, and the cold air was pressing, a good thing.

Although he is already an emperor, he is actually just a seven-year-old child, so he is still happy to receive gifts from his parents.

Zhao Yu gestured with the flute, waved his hand and sat opposite Zhao Cheng.

"Dad, are you going to leave when you come back this time?"

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment, and lowered his head in silence, since her disappearance, he has almost turned the whole world over the years, but he has never been able to find any trace of her.

It's as if it disappeared into thin air.

Silence lowered his head, and after a while, Zhao Cheng spoke in a deep voice this time, "I'll stay for a few days." ”

Zhao Yu rubbed his fingers on the jade flute and stopped talking.

Zhao Cheng looked at his son and suddenly said, "I'm sorry, I may not be a good father." ”

Yes, he may not be a good father, and he doesn't know how to be a loving father, because none of that exists in his world.

If you haven't met your wife, you may never know how to love someone.