"Daddy?"

Yang Zhao screamed and got up suddenly, "I...... I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "What's the matter?

"Daddy, is it really you?"

Yang Zhao jumped up suddenly, hugged Yang Yi and cried, "Daddy, when are you coming back......?"

At this time, Yang Zhao was thirteen years old, although he had been called the emperor, his childlike innocence was still there, he looked old outside, after all, he was still young, and in front of his father, where did he need anything to hide, hugged Yang Yi and cried, as if he wanted to cry to Yang Yi for so many days of grievances and sadness.

Yang Yi touched Yang Zhao's head and said softly: "Don't cry, don't cry, Zhao'er, you're so old, if you cry again, you'll be laughed at." ”

When Yang Zhao heard this, he cried even more.

The guards outside the door heard the movement and came to see Yang Yi appear, and they were all shocked when they saw Yang Yi appear, and they came to pay homage one after another.

Yang Zhao slowly stopped crying and held Yang Yi's hand.

Yang Yi waved his hand and said to the guards: "Stand down!"

After Yang Yi took Yang Zhao's hand and walked out of the imperial study, he smiled at Yang Zhao and said, "Hurry up and wipe your tears, you still cry when you are so old, and you are not ashamed!"

Yang Zhao held Yang Yi's hand tightly and asked, "Daddy, aren't you leaving this time?"

Yang Yi was ashamed in his heart, and said to Yang Zhao: "Let's go, let's go see your mother!"

After walking a few steps, there were already three young women in front of them hurriedly walking over, and after seeing Yang Yi, the three of them stopped in unison, standing in place, no longer moving, but tears rolled down like beads of broken threads.

The three are Xiao Zhao, Zhao Min, and Zhou Zhiruo.

Yang Yi stepped forward, touched Xiao Zhao's face, frowned, and said, "How long has it been, why have you lost so much weight?"

Xiao Zhao was touched by him, he couldn't bear it anymore, he threw himself into Yang Yi's arms and cried loudly, driven by Xiao Zhao, Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo also surrounded Yang Yi and cried softly.

Yang Yi took the third girl into his arms and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, the children are so old, how bad it is for people to see!"

When the three girls heard this, they cried even more happily.

Yang Yi comforted him, and the three women stopped crying.

Xiao Zhao asked with teary eyes, "Childe, do you still want to leave?"

Even though the two have been married for many years, Xiao Zhao still calls Yang Yi his son, and this title seems to never change.

Yang Yi said: "I will come back often." ”

Xiao Zhao hummed, hugged Yang Yi and stopped talking.

Among the three, Xiao Zhao is the youngest and is the most obsessed with Yang Yi, while Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo are relatively restrained.

In the days when Yang Yi left, although there were three women to balance the world, the monarch was still small and not majestic enough, and the courtiers gradually felt slack.

Although Zhao Min, Zhou Zhiruo, and Xiao Zhao are smart and extremely strategic, but after all, as a female streamer, it is taboo to interfere in politics in the harem, and there is nothing to teach Yang Zhao how to deal with it in private, but Yang Zhao has to deal with it himself, which is not easy.

Now that Yang Yi has returned, the three mothers are relieved in their hearts, and while they are at ease, they can't help but think: "The husband came so suddenly, and a few restless old ministers in the court are afraid that they will have to roll up and go back to their hometown!"

At this time, Yang Hui, Yang Chu, and their two daughters were all called to Yang Yi's side.

Yang Yi held his two daughters in his arms, looked at Yang Hui and Yang Chu, and saw that the two sons had grown taller, although they were young, they had a calm bearing, not like ordinary people, and the horns of their heads were looming, just like the young dragon diving into the abyss, and there was already a flying image.

Yang Yi was very happy when he saw it, "It deserves to be my own species!"

Yang Hui's biological mother is Zhao Min, Yang Chu's biological mother is Xiao Zhao, the two children are the same age, they are generally tall, handsome, seven points like Yang Yi, three points like their mother.

Yang Yi's education of his children is different from that of the emperors of previous dynasties, after each prince is six years old, he will walk the world with the teacher, see all kinds of situations in the world, investigate the sufferings of the world, and never sit in the deep palace empty court. It was only after the age of ten that the training was over and he was able to return to the palace.

Looking at the emperors of the past dynasties, I am afraid that Yang Yi alone dares to educate children like this.

Although Yang Hui and Yang Chu are young, they are already extremely good at dealing with things.

Yang Yi said to Yang Hui: "Hui'er, Daddy has a splendid mountain and river in his hand, I want to give it to you, do you want it?"

Yang Hui's body shook, "Daddy, I don't fight with my brother for the world!"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Very good, although the country is good, how can it be a brother?" He looked at Zhao Min, "This kid is even smarter than you!"

Zhao Min pursed his lips and smiled: "How can we Yang family children kill each other?" Your Majesty said that you want to give your child a splendid mountain and river, but the concubine is a little confused. ”

Yang Yi said with a smile: "Yes, there is a big territory outside the sky, which is not much different from this world, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are under you, but you need to come and get it in person!"

When Zhao Min heard this, his eyes showed sadness, and he said softly: "Your Majesty, are you going to exile our mother and son after all?"

It turned out that Zhao Min was the lord of Mongolia, and his father Chahan Timur held great power, and his identity has always been sensitive, although he was a mother, but the child born could not be the prince anyway, she knew that this was a major political event, and she couldn't complain about her husband, but sometimes she couldn't help but feel sorry for herself and feel depressed. Seeing Yang Yi's meaning today, he actually wanted to send Yang Hui far away, and his heart was naturally sentimental.

Seeing her like this, Yang Yi couldn't help laughing, "Just think too much! My three children, I will give each of them a country, not only Hui'er, but also Chu'er! The three brothers are all dragons among people, how can they live together? If your mother and son don't want to fight the world with your own hands, how can I force you?"

He stretched out his hand to hold Zhao Min's hand and said: "Look at the strange women in the world, Min'er, you can be the best among them, where is the heroic spirit of the year? Although the deep palace is comfortable, how can it be as intoxicating as the feeling of conquest and conspiracy in a country?"

Zhao Min was held by Yang Yi in front of so many people, even the old husband and wife felt embarrassed at this time, lowered their heads, their hearts were sweet and indescribable, and said with a red face: "The children are here!"

Xiao Zhao and Zhou Zhiruo next to them saw that Zhao Min was usually heroic, but at this time, she was the youngest daughter, shy and intoxicating, and they were all giggling.

Yang Yi smiled: "Husband and wife, what's so ridiculous?"

He looked at Zhao Min and said, "Min'er, you are a heroine, don't let you shave your eyebrows." How can I bear to let you be trapped in the deep palace, learn from the caged bird, and be unhappy to close the feathers? Now there is a place where you are needed to show your skills, leading the children to support the society, and the mother of the world, isn't it beautiful?"

Zhao Min lowered his head and smiled: "Okay, listen to you!"

ps: I recommend to you a slut's novel "The Gate of Time and Space 1640", a novel of historical travel, this slut pesters me every day to recommend to him, which makes my head big, if you are interested, you can take a look, spray it, don't give me face. There's a thru under my novel. (To be continued.) )