How much five years can change a person When Seven Swords set out on the expedition, he was still a twenty-seven-year-old young man in his prime, and when he returned, he was full of dust, and he was already standing in his old age, and he was twenty-two out of thirty.
He also has a short mustache under his chin like Fan Shen, and his body naturally exudes a cold intent, which is the killing intent tempered by stepping on countless lives in the 10,000-strong array, real swords and guns.
Zhusheng looked down on the golden throne, only to feel that the general who returned triumphantly below could not overlap with the lover in his memory.
When the female internal official read out the holy decree of the reward, in the thirteenth year of the Pengguo country, there was finally the first batch of people who were awarded the title of marquis with military merits.
The men who were enshrined were all high-spirited, and the glory of life reached a new peak on this day.
The man led below gave a big salute and thanked Jun En, raised his head, and the gaze in his eyes was still as hot as she was familiar with.
Zhu Shengcai finally overlapped the two figures again.
The man stared at her with burning eyes for a long time, and then he looked at her side, and Mao Mao was sitting beside her in a big gown.
Zhu Sheng followed Qidao's gaze to his side, only to find that even though Qidao's face had changed a lot, but at this glance, he could still see the blood connection between Mao Mao and him at a glance.
The faces are so similar, and the eyes are so similar.
Mao Mao knew that the man below who was named the Marquis of Dingyuan was his biological father.
He has always known about his existence, whether it is his mother or a female officer, they will tell him and remind him, so that he will not forget his father who has not seen him for a long time because of his age.
How could it be, he was already seven years old At this age, Mao Mao no longer likes to play with those palace maids and female officials around her.
He didn't even like the two girls in his classmates, although they worked hard in their homework and their grades were really good, he couldn't play with them.
He only likes the boys who read with him, they are the ones he can really play with.
He likes to hear them talk about things outside the palace, or things in their homes.
In comparison, he found that there were really few people in his "family", only him and the mother emperor.
And his little friends' homes are full of fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, uncles and uncles, cousins and sisters, and above, as well as grandparents and grandmothers He soon discovered that whenever he talked about his own affairs, the most common beginning for his friends was "One day, my father".
At this time, Mao Mao began to realize that in his life, there was an important person missing, that is, his father.
Of course, he also had a father, but his father was out on the road, expanding the territory for his mother and him.
He's been going for years.
Maomao didn't feel it before, but at this age, she suddenly began to envy her friends and began to yearn for her father to be by her side.
He longs to spend more time with adult men and experience what a father feels like.
But in addition to the guards, the only man in the palace is Uncle Cangtong.
Many people are afraid of Uncle Cangtong, but he is not afraid.
Uncle Cangtong is a poor man who can't speak.
Uncle Cangtong is a person who can disappear in a flicker.
Come to think of it, it must be very powerful.
The palace ladies talked about him, and they all said so.
But those legends were messy, and he always felt that they were not credible, so he went to the mother emperor to verify them.
It turns out that the real mother queen will not lie, she said that Uncle Cangtong is the most powerful person in the world, and Uncle Cangtong must be the most powerful person in the world But why do the most powerful people in the world stay outside his mother's bedroom day after day, month and month, year after year?
My mother looked at the window and said, "Probably, it's with me." ” Mao Mao couldn't understand.
So strong, why don't you fight the world He knows that the mother emperor is very strong, and the female officials and Fan Xiang have told him how the Peng Kingdom was founded, and it was the mother emperor who fought his father, and now he is still fighting outside for several years.
I heard that when he was younger, his father had been in the palace to accompany him, but he didn't remember it.
Puzzled by him, his mother touched his head and said softly: "The matter of fighting the world is not attractive to him. ” Mao Mao doesn't understand.
But Mao Mao believed that Cangtong was the strongest person in the world, and from then on, Uncle Cangtong's eyes were different.
In line with his natural heart of admiration, Mao Mao is very eager to be close to Cangtong, but Uncle Cangtong's closest behavior to him is just touching his head and nodding to him.
Father shouldn't be like this, Maomao was very depressed for a while.
In this palace, another man he can often see is Fan Xiang.
He really, really likes Fan Xiang, Fan Xiang is a particularly interesting person, his lessons are not boring at all, and they are always enjoyable.
Some of my friends have been taught by someone in advance at home before coming to class.
The kid couldn't hold back his words, and secretly told him in private that Fan Xiang "taught him much better than that gentleman in my family."
One of these friends has a particularly good relationship with him called Ahri, who is the third son of Xiao Fanxiang.
It is said that the name Ahri was originally given to him by Fan Xiang, but the mother queen did not take a fancy to it.
Ahri is nearly a year younger than him, and when he was born, Fan Xiang gave him the name Ahri.
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Ahri also liked his grandfather very much, and told Mao Mao many interesting stories about the family.
Ahri's father also went on the expedition, but there was still Fan Xiang's grandfather and two older brothers at home, so it was always lively.
Maomao is envious.
But although Fan Xiang is good-looking, he is a white-bearded old man, and he is too old to be a father.
What does my father look like, Mao Mao thought about it for a long time, and felt that his father should have a dignified appearance like Fan Xiang and a strong physique like Uncle Cangtong.
Anyway, in his dreams, his father was like this.
This imagination was maintained until Mao Mao finally saw his father who had been absent for five years.
His father was the Marquis of Ning Yuan, the hussar general Zhao Feng and Zhao Yongzhi.
He was born as tall and majestic as Uncle Cangtong, and he was even better looking than Fan Xiang.
On this day, Mao Mao felt that her seven-year life was suddenly complete.
On this day, a banquet was held in the palace to celebrate the achievement.
If the country of Yao is broken, there will be no strong enemies on the mainland.
It was only a matter of time before the rest of the nations were subdued.
Bamboo Jun will become the co-master of the world sooner or later.
The feast is from noon to evening.
At noon, it was still a banquet, and everyone abided by etiquette and rules.
In the evening, Zhu Sheng smiled and said to everyone: "Don't be restrained, you will have fun on the day of great joy." ” The main feast then became a drinking feast.
The vocal music is silky and bamboo, and the beauty dances.
The atmosphere was unprecedentedly warm.
Zhusheng quietly withdrew.
Seven knives followed and retreated.
Fan Shen squinted at the backs of the two, five points of drunkenness, three points of worry, and two points of anticipation.
On that day, he touched the ground with his forehead, which prevented Zhusheng from wanting to remove the seven swords.
It took a lot of effort to convince Takesheng to agree to his claim.
"Jun is no longer the lone traveler who used to draw a knife when the road is uneven."
"The king is the king of a country, and the first consideration should be my country, my people, and my generals."
"Under the high city, I don't know how many soldiers' bones are left behind, and every day of delay, I don't know how many people in the spring boudoir dream have fallen into new corpses under the city."
"Knowing that our army is unstoppable, he still refuses to surrender, but he is just a fluke in case and expects the Peng army to retreat because he can't afford to consume it.
It's a battle of hearts. ” "Zhao Feng was predetermined."
"Slaughter one city, and terrorize all cities.
It's attitude. ” "Zhao Feng's actions are dispelling the luck of the enemy city."
"The minister did not dare to say that he knew about the army, and he also knew that there would be no such stubborn city in the future."
"This matter is contrary to benevolence, but it is beneficial to the country, the army, and the people."
"You're right."
"I understand.
I know. ” "What about the anger and hatred in my heart?"
asked Takeyu.
Fan Shen raised his head when he heard this.
After being with Qidao, Zhusheng became vivid, energetic, joyful, sorrowful, and more like a living person.
But at this time, Fan Shen saw the bamboo student in front of him, as if he had become the same bamboo student many years ago, expressionless, high, ethereal like a goddess.
"Please" Fan Shen bowed deeply again, his forehead touched the back of his hand, "Be a king above the court, and be yourself under the court." ” In the end, his king sensibly obeyed his advice as a prime minister.
But there was no expression on her face.
When he stepped back, he faintly heard her whispering: "It's not informal."
It was a favorite phrase of the strategists to persuade the monarch to make a decision.
But he knows Zhusheng too well, knows her personality, and her bottom line, so he has never used this sentence.
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At this time, he listened to Zhusheng himself muttering this sentence, and his tone was full of sarcasm.
When he retreated to the door of the temple, Zhusheng suddenly threw him a sentence: "But it's going to fulfill your heart" and then ignored him.
That sentence was headless and brainless, and Fan Shen didn't understand it at that time.
It wasn't until today, above the Golden Palace, that he suddenly realized.
Seven knives set out on the expedition, and Zhusheng stayed alone for five years.
She is the king, and she owns the kingdom of Peng.
She owns the Seven Blades, but is not possessed by the Seven Blades.
In love, she should be the one who is not bound.
This is the prerogative of the high-ranking person, the prerogative of the king.
Even if she had someone else, no one would accuse her of it.
It is Zhao Feng himself, who dares to say anything and can say anything But Zhusheng didn't.
But such a bamboo student, when she saw her lover who had been separated for five years, she had a smile on her face, but there was no smile in her eyes.
The way she looked at Seven Swords was the same as the way she looked at other generals.
Fan Shen was stunned.
It turned out that since Zhusheng was pregnant, he has always wanted to separate the seven knives from Zhusheng and Maomao.
Seven knives followed the chamberlain to the harem.
Since Zhusheng entered the Changning Palace, he did not allow any more servants to be added to the palace, nor did he allow sinners to enter the palace.
The attendants of Changning Palace gradually decreased, and they were not allowed to approach Mao Mao's side.
But when Seven Swords stayed in the palace, it was always these servants who served him.
He drank some wine, but his mind remained clear.
After five years of separation, he didn't want to get drunk on the first night he saw her again.
He felt that he was heavily drunk, so he asked the chamberlain to take him to a palace room to wash up again.
He also asked the chamberlain to find him a razor, and shaved off all the beard that had grown for three years.
The smooth chin makes him look several years younger.
He was four years younger than Takesheng, and he thought that he would look similar to Takesheng with a beard.
Who would have thought that Zhusheng looked almost unchanged from his appearance when he left, where did he look like a thirty-six-year-old woman.
At the age of thirty-six, many women have become grandmothers.
Zhusheng still looks like twenty-seven or eight.
During the banquet, he saw Fan Ling, who looked like a thirty-six-year-old woman.
No, in fact, Fan Ling is pampered, and compared to folk women, she is already very well maintained. can be compared with Zhusheng, it seems that it is about to be inferior.
It looks like he's wearing a beard and looking old.
Takesheng said that he likes his body and his face.
He was afraid that he would be old, and Zhusheng would not like it.
Although I was a little reluctant to keep a short mustache for three years, I still shaved it to look younger. cleaned up neatly, drank the wine soup again, and Qidao followed the chamberlain to the harem.
In the harem, the chamberlain retreated and was replaced by a palace maid to guide the way.
He followed the maid for a while, stopped, and asked, "This is" "Your Majesty ordered, take the general to the East Palace first."
The palace maid replied.
Thinking of the child who had been staring at him during the day, there was a smile in Qidao's eyes.
The East Palace is brightly lit, and Mao Mao is looking forward to his father in the main hall.
But after his father finally stood in front of him, gave him the courtier courtesy, and called him "Your Highness", he didn't know what to do.
The golden temple is far away, and there is a hazy beauty.
And without him a chance to speak on that occasion, he could sit there and fantasize about getting along with his father in the future.
When the real father arrived, he realized that he was actually a complete stranger.
The sound of "father" could not be called.
Although he knew that he would meet him, he should give priority to the national ceremony.
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But he was still lost I always feel that "father" shouldn't be this feeling.
When he was hesitating whether to call him "Father" or "General Zhao", Qidao had already straightened up.
He looked at the prince who was a little dazed, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and said, "Please forgive the ministers for being rude." ” Mao Mao didn't react, and the man's powerful hands were inserted into his armpits.
Immediately after that, it was lifted high and circled like a cloud The man looked very happy, held him up and asked, "Do you remember me?"
He held Mao Mao around many times before holding him in his arms.
Maomao was a little dizzy, but he was excited, and his hands grabbed the man's shirt tightly.
That's how it feels This is "Father".
"Father" Mao Mao finally called out. gd1806102: