The courtyard of the little prince is much more spacious than the general's.

At first, the decoration in this house is simply luxurious, the big red sandalwood carving case is placed in the window, in addition to a bronze ancient tripod with a height of four feet, it is also hung to be leaked with the big painting of the green dragon, the rosewood is as smooth as the mirror of the marble as the face, there are four treasures of the study room glazed wine set on it, the general suffered a lot because of the lack of reading, in the old Tang Dynasty when the dynasty collected a lot of calligraphy and paintings from those literati to fill the façade, and also put it over, more than a dozen square inkstones are more valuable, the pen is densely packed in the sea of pens and erects like a forest, all of them are from the hands of famous artists。

Also next to the red sandalwood bed, there is a golden unicorn on the desk, and next to it is a precious sword.

There are several charcoal dragons in the courtyard, and even if it is cold now, the house is as warm as spring, not to mention that there is a woolen carpet bought by a wealthy Persian merchant on the ground, which is extremely comfortable to step on even if you are barefoot.

The money spent on this effort is secondary, and there is really a lot of thought before and after.

Then Mu Sanqian went to Wudang for ten years, and this almost extravagant courtyard was abandoned.

Once, a few words from Mr. Lan inadvertently woke up the general, Wudang Mountain is a place of penance, the little prince was originally the emperor and the tsar, and it is not easy to go from luxury to thrift in ten years, if you return to Xihe Prefecture and then be in the gold and jade, it is quite inappropriate.

The general said yes again and again, and replaced all the things in the yard, and now it seems that it is an ordinary house, at most it is the state of everyone's rich family.

"This courtyard has been ready since the little prince followed Zhang Zhenren to Wudang, and someone has been coming to clean it for more than ten years, just waiting for the little prince to come back. ”

After Yuan Xiang finished his work outside, he took over from Mr. Lan and led Mu Sanqian into the courtyard.

Mr. Lan's body and bones are already weak, so the county lord is a little unbearable, the old arms and legs are a little out of breath after walking a few steps, Mu Sanqian also persuaded Mr. Lan to go back to rest first, and then visit after his grandfather comes back.

"Little junior brother, this place is much better than the thatched hut you live in on our mountain. ”

Guo Datie was used to living on the mountain, and he was quite surprised to see this square and neat yard for the first time.

"Then senior brother, you just stay for a few days, I'm not used to these things. ”

More than ten years of scenery have polished the arrogance and extravagance on Mu Sanqian's body.

"What a hard life you've had all these years, brother. ”

An Ran suddenly felt sad when he heard this, the dignified emperor and the tsar were used to living in a grass hut, and now they were not used to looking at such an ordinary courtyard, and An Ran was pitiful again.

"It's not bitter, it's not bitter, it's fun on Wudang Mountain, and the masters and brothers take good care of me. ”

Mu Sanqian glared at Senior Brother Tie, and hurriedly went to comfort the eldest sister who was about to cry again.

"Is this really for me?"

After a few laps around the courtyard, Mu Sanqian looked for an opportunity to pull Yuan Xiang aside and ask.

"Yes, this courtyard has been ordered to be built since the general came back from Dunhuang, and it has been cleaned up back and forth several times during the period, and it is indeed for the little prince. ”

Yuan Xiang nodded and said with certainty.

Seeing that Yuan Xiang was so sure of Mu Sanqian, he was puzzled, how could a courtyard prepared for men have traces left by women?

"My good grandson is back?"

A few people were about to go out in the courtyard, but they heard a hearty whisper from far and near.

Then I saw the slightly rickety old man enter the courtyard, it was the old Tang Dynasty general who was almost scolded by all the scholars in the world, and the current king of the Southern Courtyard of Northern Xinjiang, Andu Mountain.

"Unfilial grandson to see grandpa!"

Andu Mountain is still the same as it was ten years ago, the only change is that it looks older, and in the face of the years, no one can escape the past.

Mu Sanqian is no longer the immature child who still cowers, and when he saw Andu Mountain again after ten years, he knelt on the ground solemnly and called his grandfather.

"Good grandson!"

Mu Sanqian, who knelt down and Andu Mountain, a veteran ruffian who picked up his life from the battlefield, was hot in his heart and a sour nose, and when he was in tears, he walked over quickly and helped Mu Sanqian up and couldn't speak again.

An Ran also forgot about the previous matter of settling accounts with his grandfather, and turned his head to cry silently.

The family, after more than ten years, is finally reunited.

"Let's go, go and kowtow to your mother first, so that your mother can see you. ”

After the three of them calmed down, the first thing An Dushan did in his heart was to take Mu Sanqian to his mother's grave.

On this day, the Xihe Prefecture Royal Mansion rarely packed up the travel honor guard, the four-clawed dragon python car sat on the general, and there were two young people sitting next to him, a man and a woman, the woman was the granddaughter of the general, the county lord An Ran, and the other young man was handsome and delicate, but he had silver hair, but no one knew him.

The guard of honor opened the way in front, the ironclad guards pressed the formation in the back, and the team like a long dragon passed through the city, and stopped when they got off the mountain.

An Chunqiu, another righteous son of Andu Mountain, was unable to come back because he was away from military affairs.

Pei Lai carried a box of incense, candles, and paper money, walked through the mountain path, and finally saw the tomb of Mu Sanqian's mother in a place with an excellent view.

"This place is facing the southwest and has a wide field of vision, the entire palace can be seen, but also facing Disha, Xishu, a little bit can also find the direction of Qiyuan, your mother was seriously ill and always worried about you and your father, worried that you would not have enough food and clothing, worried that no one would take care of you, worried that you would get sick, worried-"

An Dushan took the box of incense candles and paper money from Pei Lai's hand, walked to the tombstone, carefully lit the incense candles, and burned the paper money.

After beckoning Mu Sanqian to go over with An Ran, An Dushan talked about Mu Sanqian's mother before he was seriously ill, but he couldn't help but choke up a little as he spoke.

"Kowtow to your mother, you two have grown up. ”

Mu Sanqian knelt in front of the tomb with An Ran.

The impression of the queen mother has gone with the passage of time, Mu Sanqian thought that those things had become indifferent, from the beginning of waking up with tears every morning, to sleeping soundly later.

But at this moment, kneeling in front of my mother's grave, those memories that I thought had been forgotten suddenly rushed like a huge wave.

I remembered that both of them liked to let their mothers hold them, tell those novel or mysterious stories, and they both liked to let their mothers sneak out of the palace, or buy some food that was not available in the palace in the downtown area, or run to the grass to learn to ride a horse.

The mother in my impression is still the gentle face that always smiles, and at the moment when she knelt down in front of the tomb, the person who made Mu Sanqian cry in her dreams countless times appeared in Mu Sanqian's mind very clearly.

That's Mu Sanqian's mother.

"Mother, my son is not filial, my son has come to see you-"

One head slammed on the ground, but Mu Sanqian didn't raise it again, until this moment, he finally couldn't hold back the tears that came out of his eyes.

My mother is long gone, but she still has her own relatives behind her.

When the imperial concubine died of illness, An Ran was always by her side, she was sensible at that time, but she also remembered that painful moment.

An Dushan has watched too many people around him leave him all his life, but who can understand the helplessness and pain of him, as a father, who can only watch his daughter die of illness.

Looking at the old tearful general, and the two sisters and brothers of Mu Sanqian An Ran who were crying, Pei Lai and Huo Siyuan, the two rough men, also turned around and secretly wiped their tears.

Since the general pulled himself up from the pile of dead on the battlefield back then, and the two relied on each other to fight in the enemy formation, Huo Siyuan has never cried again.

But it has only been half a day since the little prince came back, and how many tears have to be provoked.