Who is Zhao Cheng, the famous Tiansha Lone Star, who never thought that he would be able to get married and have children in this life before he met Song Qing.

So when Zhao Yu was born, he just looked at it for several days and never hugged it, and almost made his wife misunderstand that he didn't like this child.

It's not that I don't like it, but I don't dare to hug it.

After listening to Zhao Cheng's words, Zhao Yu quickly shook his head, "No, Dad, in my heart, you are the best father in the world." ”

Really, although my father is very strict, he rarely speaks, and he rarely hugs him since he was a child.

But when he was injured or sick, his father would stay up all night and sit by his bedside to watch over him.

He has always understood that his father has always used his own way to allow him to survive in this world.

Looking at his son's serious appearance, Zhao Cheng's indifferent face rarely showed a little mildness.

"Have you had breakfast?"

Zhao Yu shook his head with a hot face after hearing this, "Not yet, as soon as I heard that my father and you are back, I will come over in a hurry after the morning court, no, you see that my clothes haven't had time yet." ”

After listening to his son's words, Zhao Cheng asked a rare question.

"What do you want to eat?"

Zhao Yu thought about it after hearing it and said, "I want to eat bamboo shoot pork rib soup,"

"Hmm." Zhao Cheng nodded and waved his hand to look at the guard standing not far away, "Let the kitchen do it." ”

The guard standing not far away nodded respectfully after hearing this, "It's Xiangye." ”

Next, after the father and son chatted for a while, the butler of the Prime Minister's Mansion strode over and saluted respectfully.

"Your Majesty, Xiangye, breakfast is ready."

"Let's eat! After eating, teach you sword practice for your father. ”

"Okay, don't say I'm starving." Zhao Yu stood up as he spoke, put the cold jade flute in his hand on his waist, and followed his father, father and son, side by side towards the direction of the main hall.

……

After eating, Zhao Cheng began to teach his son to practice swords.

Maybe this is how he hurts his son! Because in addition to teaching his son to practice, he really can't find anything to say to his son.

Under the pomegranate tree, the two figures, one tall and one short, moved the same and had the same body style, swinging sword qi in circles around them.

Zhao Cheng tilted his head and glanced at his son, seeing that his son had made a mistake in practice, he couldn't help but stop and remind in a deep voice.

"Raise your hands a little higher, and your mind will be one."

"It's the father." Zhao Yu nodded and began to continue practicing.

A morning was spent in sword practice.

At noon, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and then the wind began to blow, and it seemed that it was going to rain, but it did not rain.

Until the night, when everyone was ready to sleep, a thunderclap suddenly pierced the sky, making the dark night sky suddenly light up.

But it was only fleeting, and then, the wind howled, and the rain fell in bursts of lightning and thunder.

"Whoa—"

Zhao Cheng stood in front of the window and looked at the lightning and thunder outside, and couldn't help frowning.

This kind of weather can feel very oppressive.

At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps at the door of Zhao Cheng's room, followed by his son's voice.

"Father, did you sleep?"

Zhao Cheng glanced at the door, then turned his head to look out the window.

"Come in."

There was a squeak, and the door of Zhao Cheng's bedroom was pushed open by Zhao Yu.

Zhao Cheng saw at a glance his son, who was walking into the room with a pillow in his arms, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Yu grabbed his head and couldn't help but say, "Father, I don't know why, I can't sleep tonight."