I was engaged in construction in ancient times

Taking off his armor and sword, Duan Shaorong stepped into the main hall, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the man handling the paperwork in front of the dragon chair.

His handsome features remained the same as in the past, and the years had not left traces on his body. The two-color dragon robe of Zhu Xuan outlined his figure more awe-inspiring, and his gestures and gestures were indescribably majestic and dignified.

Duan Shaorong's footsteps stopped, his breathing stopped for a moment, and then a ostentatious smile appeared on his face, and he walked forward leisurely.

For a moment, in the quiet hall, only the orderly sound of his boots landing could be heard.

The man on the dragon chair focused on the document in his hand, as if he didn't notice the arrival of the uninvited guest in the palace.

Duan Shaorong walked to the imperial case.

He stood with his hands on his hips for a while, blinked his eyes, put his left hand on the desk, sat up on his buttocks, and leaned over to the man's shoulders, bang, put his elbows on the desk, dragged his chin, and raised his eyebrows in a leisurely way: " Your son is back, and you are not willing to raise your eyes to see him?"

After the words fell to the ground, he picked up a pen casually, and twirled it in his hand gracefully.

As he wished, Duan Shubai withdrew his gaze from the memorial, turned to the face of the man in front of him, glanced at him lightly with his phoenix eyes, with a calm expression, snatched the pen from the opponent's hand, and said lightly: " I thought you wouldn't come back."

Duan Shaorong gritted his teeth, slapped the table, and said angrily: "If you don't come back, your daughter-in-law will marry someone else."

A month ago, Duan Shaorong received a threatening letter from the capital. The person who wrote the letter was his own father, Duan Shubai. The letter stated that if he did not return to Beijing within three months, he would issue an edict to take over the Sun family. The son is the righteous son, find another good son-in-law for him, and get married as soon as possible...

Duan Shubai glanced at him amusedly, "What's so bad about marrying someone else? You, Yuhe and my father helped me to read it. The second young master of Mr. Tang Zhetang's mansion, Tan Hualang of Yueyang Hou's mansion... All of them are good sons and daughters of the capital who are fighting to marry, and Ruozheng cannot be wronged."

"Zheng'er grew up under my knees since childhood, and he has long been regarded as half a prince. With the protection of me and the queen, no matter who he marries into, no one can bully him."

Listening to his words, Duan Shaorong's eyes widened.

"!!!!!!"

Dare to think?

Did you really show Ruo Zhengxiang your husband-in-law? ? ? ? ?What are the second young master and Tanhualang, what are those things? ? ?

Looking at Duan Shaorong's bulging eyes, Duan Shubai suppressed a smile in his heart, tried to keep a straight face, and continued to make up the knife in a serious manner: "They are always better than some guys who have not been seen for more than ten years——"

"you!!!!!!"

Duan Shaorong was impatient, he couldn't hold back any of them, he punched him, Duan Shubai dodged it, reached out to grab his wrist, and raised his leg to push it up, Duan Shaorong immediately rolled around on the imperial case, dodging with his strength.

The two punched and kicked dozens of moves correctly, and the imperial book case had already been kicked to the ground during the moves. The documents, pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the case were scattered all over the floor. Come in with a knife to escort.

The guards with knives lined up in two rows, and the head guard looked at the situation in the palace, hesitating on his face: "Your Majesty, this..."

Duan Shubai smiled, waved his hands, and signaled them to back off, "It's okay, you guys go down, and someone will come and clean it up later."

"Yes."

The guards bowed their heads and exited the hall.

Duan Shaorong tilted his head, blew on the few strands of hair hanging down from his forehead due to the fight, rubbed his wrists, and his joints creaked, "Father, you are really old and strong."

Duan Shubai walked up to him with a smile, and tapped his forehead quickly, "What are you talking about, your father is not old yet."

Looking at the person covering his head in front of him, Duan Shubai smiled in his eyes, shook his head, and said softly: "It's still the same as when I was a child, sloppy, impulsive, even dare to hit my father."

Although he said so, his eyes were full of relief. Looking at the man next to him who was already about the same size as him, he recalled that little chubby man who was no higher than his knees, hugging his father's leg, naughty to climb up his shoulders...

So many years have passed, and the children have grown up.

"It's not all because you are used to it." Duan Shaorong rubbed his nose and smiled, imitating Xiao Yuhe's tone in his memory and said such a sentence.

I still remember that when he was young, he just learned boxing, and he always felt that his father was the most powerful person in the world. At first, he admired him, and then he always wanted to beat him one day. Although he always lost, he still challenged his father tirelessly.

Duan Shubai was so annoyed by him that he ran to ask Xiao Yuhe for help, saying that this scoundrel always wanted to ride on his father... Then Xiao Yuhe said this with a look of disgust.

Recalling what happened back then, the two smiled at the same time.

Duan Shaorong arched his elbow and pushed the chest of the person next to him, Duan Shubai waved his big hand and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, the two brothers whispered nicely: "Rong'er, after you and Zheng'er get married, we are going to continue It's a great ceremony."

Duan Shaorong squinted his eyes, and said suspiciously: "Didn't you just say that you are not old? Why are you about to abdicate."

Duan Shubai clenched his fists and coughed, "I'm not old, but you Yu and Daddy..."

"Could it be that Yuhe Daddy—" Duan Shaorong's eyes widened in shock.

"No, no, don't think about it, you and your father are doing well." Duan Shubai cleared his throat, quickly sorted out his thoughts in his mind, weaved the words in the blink of an eye, and continued: "Oh...you know what? Over the years, I have always felt ashamed of you, Yuhe Daddy, you know that Yuhe Daddy loves to read some travel notes and essays, and every time you have to copy down those delicious food and beautiful scenery, read them every day, and you are fascinated..."

"I wanted to accompany him on a tour of the mountains and rivers, seeing the prosperity of the world, but I was limited by the mundane affairs of Beijing and couldn't get away... So, Rong Er, you have grown up, and you should shoulder your responsibilities." Duan Shu Bai smiled and patted his shoulder.

Duan Shaorong frowned, hesitantly: "But this..."

Duan Shubai winked at him, and raised his bet: "You don't want Yu and Daddy to be disappointed, do you?"

"Okay then." In fact, Duan Shaorong was also prepared when he came back this time, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

On the first meeting when he came back, his father would shoot straight into him and explain these things to him, without any preparation for others.

Just now he moved his hand and disturbed the hall like this, although he was smiling, Duan Shaorong felt a little guilty in his heart, and Duan Shubai's tone was soft, Xiaozhi said these words to him with reason and emotion, and the jade with daddy...

Duan Shaorong softened his heart and agreed to this sentence without any precautions.

Wait a few days for him to recall the current self, I'm afraid he can't wait to slap himself a few times.

Obtaining his permission, Duan Shubai couldn't help tilting his head to hold back his smile, managed to control the raised corners of his mouth, and looked back at his own son, just like looking at a pig waiting to be slaughtered, his eyes filled with the old father's smile. Shen Guang said intimately: "My dear son, I know you are coming back, your Yu and Daddy have already prepared a reception banquet for you, let's go, let's go see them."

Duan Shaorong nodded in agreement, with endless expectations rising in his heart, and even more timid near the nostalgia, he hadn't seen Yu, his father, and his younger brothers for a long time.

The palace attendant came in advance to inform them that they were coming, Xiao Yuhe and Duan Jingyuan waited around the round table, the palace servants outside the door shouted that His Majesty and His Highness the Crown Prince had arrived, Duan Jingyuan and Xiao Yuhe looked at the door at the same time.

Duan Shubai was the first to cross the threshold, and as soon as he entered the door and saw Xiao Yuhe, he forgot about the people around him, walked quickly to his husband, and sat down beside him.

He hugged Xiao Yuhe's waist, touched his forehead, and asked with concern, "Do you still have a fever?"

Xiao Yuhe snuggled up against his chest for a while, "I'm still a little dizzy..."

Duan Shaorong stalked to the table and sat down. Seeing this, he said, "What? Daddy is sick?"

Xiao Yuhe nodded, "It's nothing serious, it's just that I've been feeling cold recently... I guess it's because I heard that Rong'er, you're coming back, I'm so happy, I didn't pay attention for a while, so I—"

"Ah?" Suddenly a cauldron fell, and Duan Shaorong slightly opened his mouth.