Seeing Zhang Fan and King Qingding coming hand in hand from afar, Qin Hao immediately led hundreds of officials, walked quickly to greet each other, and congratulated Zhang Fan one after another.

Zhang Fan raised his hand as a salute and was grateful and humble.

In fact, including Qin Hao and Qu Fu, most of the people on the scene did not have any credit, and they were even far inferior to Li Shan.

But just like Li Shan told him, in the eyes of the world, Li Shan is a traitorous minister who only flatters and flatters selfishness, and although Qin Hao and others have no great merit or great fault, compared to Li Shan, the reputation of the market is naturally much better than him.

For the sake of his future reputation, Zhang Fan had no choice but to make a false deal with them.

However, taking advantage of the gap when everyone had no idea, Zhang Fan quietly threw a kind look at Li Shan.

The two of them seemed to have a clear heart, although they were far away, they could still feel each other's hearts, and after smiling slightly, they were like strangers and pretended not to know each other.

The sun is drifting westward, the remnant sun hangs over the mountain, inside and outside the beginningless city, a twilight is boundless.

According to King Qingding's prediction, he went to Infernal Prison and could come back at the beginning of Shen Shi, who knew that dusk was approaching, and the long street was long, but there was no trace of Confucius's return and Wu Anhou's return.

Wu Anhou has been imprisoned in Infernal Prison for several months, and now that he has been pardoned, he should be like an arrow, but he didn't expect it to be so slow, and he doesn't know what happened.

The sun above his head was like a fire, and there was no shade around, and all the officials at the scene were sweating profusely.

Looking up at the street ahead, but seeing that there was no movement for a long time, many people's faces were already showing anxious and impatient looks.

If it weren't for Wu Anhou's affection, maybe they would have dispersed a long time ago.

Even King Qingding was a little out of breath, walking back and forth in place, and said hurriedly: "What's the situation? Why haven't you come back? This old lady is also a little slower!"

"Maybe something happened and delayed!"

Zhang Fan guessed.

In fact, he was also anxious.

This feeling of waiting is like watching the teacher standing on the podium in high school and reading the name and handing out the test papers, and I am extremely nervous, looking forward to early death and early superbirth.

"Nan Yan Tian!"

King Qingding finally couldn't help it, and turned his head to a man dressed as a military general and said, "Nan Yantian, go and see, where have the old lady and Wu Anhou gone?"

This Nan Yantian was the tooth keeper who guarded Qingqiutai last night, and he happened not to be on duty today, so he followed everyone and waited for Wu'anhou here.

"Yes!"

Nan Yantian answered, turned over and jumped on his mount, followed the street, and headed north of the city.

Seeing Nan Yantian's figure disappear at the end of the street, but after a while, I saw him turn back again.

"Wu Anhou and the old lady are already on Sisheng Street, and they are about to turn into Chaodi Street!"

The so-called Chaodi Street is the wide and long street in front of you.

In other words, Confucius and Wu Anhou are almost there.

"Is it finally here?"

Everyone at the scene immediately shook their spirits, smiled, and greeted Wu Anhou with a new face.

And for Zhang Fan, the next thing is particularly important, "It's time to show real acting skills!"

Playing on the spot is the most testing of acting skills, because a mistake in a sentence or expression may lead to the loss of previous efforts.

However, Zhang Fan has always been full of confidence in his acting skills.

Zhang Fan immediately shook his spirits, and his handsome face showed a look of joy, and the excitement and excitement in his heart were overflowing, almost crying with joy.

Glancing at Zhang Fan, King Qingding saw that he was in tears, and reached out and gently patted him on the shoulder.

Soon after, the sound of wheels sounded leisurely at the end of the street, from far to near, and gradually noisy.

Immediately afterwards, Dan saw a beautifully decorated demon beast car, escorted by a hundred honor guards, slowly driving in the direction of Douji Gate.

Confucius held the holy sigil in his hand, straddling the tall white deer, and walked side-by-side.

There is no doubt that Wu Anhou is in that demon beast car.

"Father!"

As soon as he saw the demon beast car, Zhang Fan suddenly shouted, tears rolled down, and immediately stepped forward and bowed to the ground.

The monster cart suddenly stopped in the middle of the street.

Seeing this, Confucius hurriedly turned over and jumped off the white deer, stepped forward to open the bead curtain of the demon beast car.

An old man with a white beard walked out tremblingly, his deep and slightly cloudy gaze scanning the handsome young man in front of him with some distraction.

This person is Wu Anhou!

Although Zhang Fan had never seen Wu'anhou before, he didn't expect Wu'anhou to be like this, his spirit was sluggish, his eyes were distracted, and he completely lost the momentum that a town prince should have.

This can only be said that Infernal Hell is indeed not a place for people.

Even a strong man like Wu Anhou was tortured like this by Infernal Prison.

"Ji Ba, my son!"

Wu Anhou burst into tears, his body trembled slightly, and he shouted in a lost voice.

Although Zhang Fan and Ji Ba look exactly two people, because Zhang Fan plundered Ji Ba's identity, no matter what Zhang Fan looks like, in the eyes of others, he is still Ji Ba.

Even Wu Anhou, his biological father, couldn't tell the difference.

With the support of Confucius, Wu Anhou stepped off the monster car tremblingly.

At the same time, Zhang Fanfei also pounced.

"Father, you have suffered!"

Zhang Fan wept bitterly.

"Ji Ba, my son, I have worked hard for you too!"

The father and son, who lived for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, hugged each other tightly and cried, bursting into tears.

Zhang Fan, in particular, cried heartbreakingly.

No matter the look, or the demeanor, or even every tear, they are all handled just right, and the poignancy and surprise of the reunion of father and son are vividly interpreted.

Everyone at the scene was moved when they saw such a touching scene.

Confucius, who was standing not far away, couldn't stand such a warm and touching picture, turned his head away, and secretly wiped a handful of tears.

It's so touching!

"Ding, congratulations to the host 'Zhang Fan' for his successful flickering. ”

"Trust from Confucius, +1."

"Trust from Qin Hao, +1."

"Trust from Li Haoran, +1."

"From Zhuge Kongming......"

Suddenly, the system prompt sound sounded in Zhang Fan's mind in an endless stream.

However, Zhang Fan was not affected at all, and took care of himself to interpret the deep father-son love when he reunited with Wu'an Hou.

"It's the child's unfilial piety that makes the father suffer!"

His amazing acting skills have reached the realm of "God will be destroyed when he meets God, and Buddha will be killed when he is blocked", killing countless popular traffic small fresh meat in seconds.

"Ji Ba, my son, you can go to the imperial capital in person, and I am very happy to be a father!"

Wu Anhou held Zhang Fan's arm, and a relieved smile appeared on his tearful face.

At this moment, Confucius approached and whispered: "Marquis Wu'an, the emperor is in the Great Hall of the Mandate of Heaven, waiting for the resumption......

"If it weren't for the Taishi's reminder, Ji Lin would have almost snubbed Dien!"

Wu Anhou suddenly came to his senses, held Zhang Fan with his left hand, and then entered the Douji Gate with the civil and military officials, and went to the Mandate of Heaven Hall.