Your Majesty, he is as beautiful as a flower

Ronghui was a little surprised, just now Yuchen said that he was not married yet, but now a four or five year old son appeared, he didn't have the time to think about why he had a child when he was not married, the most urgent thing is how to get along with this The little boy explained that he was not his father.

Rong Hui said to the young master in his arms: "Young master, that is your father." After finishing speaking, he pointed at Yu Chen.

The little bun in his arms looked back at Yu Chen, and said to Rong Rong, "That's my father, you are my father."

Ronghui felt a little headache, and when he watched Yuchen again, he found that he was not angry because his son called him father, but he generally found it very interesting to watch the play.

Back in the cloud, this little bun knows that Yuchen is his real father, but he seems to have another father. He remembered that Yuchen said yesterday that he was exactly the same in appearance as a person, and that he had a nine-point resemblance in Shen Yun. , presumably this little bun mistook him.

The little bun took Ronghui's hand, "Daddy, I heard from Hongyan that the grapes on the grape trellis are ripe, let's go pick the grapes."

Seeing that Ronghui didn't respond, he begged again: "Daddy, I want to eat grapes."

Rong Hui looked at Yu Chen in embarrassment, "This..."

Yuchen shook his fan, "Since he likes you so much, why do you have the heart to reject him?"

The implication is to allow him to accompany Xiao Baozi to pick grapes.

Rong Hui had no choice but to get up, letting the little bun lead him to the grape rack, and Yu Chen followed behind them.

Rong Hui thought that the grape trellis was in that yard, but who knew it was not, there was still a long way to go, and Xiao Baozi walked in front, pulling him away with ease.

"What's the name of the young master?" Rong Hui asked.

"Daddy, my name is Qi Yan, and you got it for me."

Rong Hui was a little helpless, it seemed that the little bun had already recognized him as his father.

Suddenly, Qi Yan who was walking in front stepped on a stone, staggered, and almost fell forward, but fortunately Rong Hui held him, "Be careful."

After Qi Yan stood firm, he let go of Ronghui's hand, knelt down and picked up the stone that almost tripped him just now, and threw it to the grass beside him angrily, "This stone is so bad, it made me almost fall."

Rong Hui bent down, "How about I hug you?"

Qi Yan happily opened his arms towards him, "Okay, Daddy hug!"

Rong Hui picked him up, although his injury has not healed, but he has practiced for many years, his body bones are still strong, he can hold a four or five year old child very easily.

He looked back, only to see Yuchen was three steps away from them, holding a jade bone fan in his hand, slightly raising his left sleeve, looking at the two of them unconcernedly, turned his head when he saw it, and raised his head. lips.

The little bun in his arms raised his face, "Father, let's go quickly, we will soon reach the grape trellis."

Rong Hui said, "Then show me the way."

Qi Yan pointed forward with his small hand, "It's right in front."

The so-called grape trellis should be a vineyard. A large area has been planted. It is estimated that there is an acre of land. At this time, many grapes on the trellis are already ripe, and the garden is specially guarded.

The fruit grower in this vineyard is not like a fruit grower, he is well dressed, he is about 50 years old, "the old man has seen the king."

Yuchen glanced at the entire vineyard and asked, "How's the harvest?"

The old fruit farmer said with a smile: "Since the fruit has grown, the weather has been sunny every day, there are many fruits, and the juice is sweet. This old man is preparing to pick some good ones and send them to Lingxi Palace."

Qi Yan said: "My father and my father came to pick grapes in person and brought some back."

The old fruit farmer said: "Your Majesty and Young Master, please go ahead."

Qi Yan couldn't wait to eat grapes, he pointed to the bunch of dark purple ones on the grape stand, "Daddy, I want to eat that bunch, that bunch!"

Rong Hui walked two steps forward and came to the place he pointed. The grape trellis was about half a foot taller than him, and Qi Yan in his arms could pick it with his hand.

Qi Yan pulled one off and stuffed it into his mouth, and then picked another one to give to Ronghui. He stuffed a grape in his mouth, and he slurred his speech, "Daddy, you eat too."

Rong replied: "you eat, I'm not hungry."

"I'm not hungry either, but I ate too."

Rong Hui had no choice but to open his mouth to eat the grapes he fed, and Qi Yan picked another one, "Give this to father."

Rong Hui hugged him and walked to Yuchen, Qi Yan handed out the grapes in his hand, "Father, eat grapes."

Yuchen raised his hand to take it, and his eyes fell on Rong Hui, "Your father likes sweets, but I don't."

As he said that, he handed the grape to Rong Hui's mouth, Rong Hui was a little at a loss for a while, but he had no choice but to eat the grape that was handed to his mouth with red ears.

These grapes are indeed sweet, so sweet that he only ate two of them, and the taste of sweetness filled his lips and teeth.

Rong Hui took another look at Yu Chen, it just so happened that he really likes sweets.

"If Daddy likes it, let's pick more."

Yu Chen said: "Yan'er, your father has just recovered from a serious injury, so you should come down too."

"Yes, father." Qi Yan said to Rong Hui: "Daddy, let me down."

Ronghui didn't bother with him about the title 'Daddy' anymore, there were children on his left and right, so he had nothing to worry about, "It doesn't matter, I can pick grapes only when I hug you."

Qi Yan looked at Yu Chen, "But, Dad has just recovered from a serious injury, and Father will feel sorry for Dad."

Rong Hui's red ears just now hadn't returned to their original color, and the red color deepened a bit.Qi Yan added another sentence, "I also feel sorry for Daddy."

Rong Hui had no choice but to let him go.

The old fruit farmer came out with a bamboo basket and a pair of scissors, "Which string do you like, I will do it for you."

Qi Yan raised his head, pointed to the grapes on the grape rack with his little finger, and asked the old fruit farmer to pick them for him.

Yuchen picked another grape from the bunch of grapes just now, and handed it to Ronghui's mouth, "Eat another one."

Rong replied: "You eat, I have eaten."

"Didn't I just say that I don't like sweets."

Rong Hui was helpless, he raised his hand to take it, and ate it into his mouth. The two stood facing each other, and he realized that this person looked weak, but he was taller than him.

For some reason, even though he had just met the father and son, it seemed that he had known each other for many years.

He tried his best to recall those days in the past, and indeed he never had any intersection with the father and son.These years, he was in Linxiantai, and he could hardly go out without permission, let alone come to this place that he had never even heard the name of.

-

Returning to Lingxi Palace with a basket of grapes, a man about 40 years old came forward. He was dressed in a light gray robe and had a goatee. He was the wife of Yulingxi. Xi's private school teaches, and every day he comes to Lingxi Palace to teach Qi Yan how to read and practice calligraphy.

The master first made a bow, and greeted Yuchen, "I have seen you, Your Majesty."

Rong Hui noticed that Qi Yan, who was holding hands, hid behind him, as if he was hiding from the teacher in front of him.

The master changed a serious face, and said to Qi Yan: "Young Master, the time has come, it's time to study and practice calligraphy."

Qi Yan, who was behind him, said, "I want to play with Daddy, neither study nor calligraphy!"

The master stroked the goatee on his chin, and said: "If the young master is neglected today, and his homework is accumulated day by day, he will have to double it tomorrow."

The little bun behind Rong turned around and showed half an aggrieved face when he heard the words, "Finally, daddy is back, can't we stop homework for a day?"

The master shook his head slowly.

Qi Yan's face drooped, he bit his lip, looked up at Ronghui, and pulled his sleeve, "Daddy, can you teach me how to read and write?"

This little bun is very clingy to him, he has nothing to do, but he wants to agree, but there is a special teacher to teach him, and now that this teacher is right in front of him, it is not good for him to do it for him, "Master is knowledgeable and talented, he must teach you better than me .”

"No, I just want Daddy to teach me."

The master smiled and said: "As long as the young master is willing to learn, anyone who teaches is the same."

Rong replied: "Then I will accompany Yan'er today, and I will trouble Master tomorrow."

"It's okay."

Qi Yan, who was still resisting reading and calligraphy just now, was smiling now, and pulled Ronghui to go into the study, "Daddy, I'll take you to the place where I practice calligraphy!"

The master watched the big one and the young one walking towards the study, and looked at Yu Chen with some doubts, "Your Majesty, that young master just now was Mr. Cheng?"

"Yes, and no." After finishing speaking, he followed the big and small, leaving the well-educated teacher to chew on the meaning of the sentence, yes, no?

Is that what it is?

In the study room, Rong Hui and Qi Yan were sitting behind the desk, patiently teaching him how to write.

Yuchen was sitting on the sandalwood couch, with his head resting on his right hand and a book in his left hand. He didn't know if he was reading a book or looking at the two of them.

-

Jin Wuxi sinks, Yuling Creek is shrouded in the night, in a few days it will be the fifteenth, the moonlight is clear tonight, you can see the shadows of the mountains in the distance, and you can also see the sparse lights in the dark.

This Yuling Creek is like a paradise in the legend. People here do not communicate with the outside world, and each family has to share some of the melons, fruits, and poultry raised. Everyone is at ease and contented.

Rong Hui stood by the window, looking at the night, he clearly only stayed here for three days, and he was comatose for another day, but there was a trace of reluctance in his heart.

It has been three days since he and his uncle and brothers have been separated, and there will be the Sword Discussion Conference in about ten days, so he has to rush there no matter what.

Hongyan's boiled medicine was very effective. After he drank two bowls, the hideous wound on his abdomen had already healed, and he could bear it even after a long journey.

For the rest, I just need to say goodbye to Yuchen.

He walked to the door, raised his hand to open the door, and didn't want Yu Chen to raise his hand to knock on the door.

The two were looking at each other at the door, Yuchen was only wearing a purple singlet, and his long hair was hanging over his shoulders, "Do you want to go out?"

Rong replied, "I just wanted to see you."

Yuchen's Danfeng eyes slightly bent, "You want to see me, and I want to see you too, does this count as a tacit understanding?"

Rong Hui is still not used to his teasing intentionally or unintentionally, he often doesn't know how to answer, he said: "I have something to say to you."

Yu Chenti stepped into his room, walked to the couch by the window and sat down, raised his hands slightly and supported his head, looking at him, "Could it be farewell?"

Rong Hui paused and said, "Exactly."

"It's really heartless."

Rong replied: "I really have important business to do, so I don't want to stay for a long time."

"If there is no important business, will you stay for a long time?"

Rong Hui hesitated to speak, he didn't belong to this place, no matter whether he had important business or not, he couldn't stay for a long time.

Yuchen didn't wait for his answer, "Forget it, if you want to leave, I won't be able to keep you."

Rong Hui cupped his hands at him, "I will definitely visit again when I have time in the future, to thank you for saving my life."

Yuchen got up and walked to his side, he wrote lightly: "If you don't want to stay for a long time, then you don't have to come again, Yulingxi doesn't keep outsiders."

Rong Hui's heart sank, and he was silent for a long time.

Yuchen had already left, but the door was still open, and the candlelight in the room cast a pale yellow in front of the door.