Before Zhao Chen and Ning could reach the gate of the courtyard, a tall figure had already strode over there. They met and couldn't help but stop.

Zhao Chen took two steps to the side, looked at his father, Zhao Yunting, the Marquis of Yanping.

A man who was almost forty was dressed as a businessman in a robe, but his majestic and heroic spirit revealed by his tall and long eyebrows and long phoenix eyes seemed to be no ordinary businessman at first glance. His father had no depression in the two years when the incident occurred, nor his depression in the grandfather's death, nor his cautious and restrained experience when he just joined the Ming King a few years ago. He was like a general who was about to win, with high spirits and ambitions.

Zhao Chen knew that only in front of them, mother and son, would his father reveal these complex emotions.

In my father's heart, mother and his son are still different.

Seeing that his father was confused and forgot to speak, his mother stared at the flower bed on the roadside without thinking about speaking, Zhao Chen had no choice but to speak: "Father."

Zhao Yunting immediately came back to his senses, coughed, and finally turned his eyes to his eldest son.

The seventeen-year-old boy is almost no shorter than him...

With just one look, a sourness surged in Zhao Yunting's heart. When he came to the middle of last year, the eldest son seemed to be a child, but now he is an adult at first glance. Before the eldest son was nine years old, he ran and jumped in front of him every day. He taught him to ride horses, archery, and read, while the eldest son looked at him with admiration. Later, due to the situation, he had to send his eldest son away. The father and son spent time together year by year, especially in the past two years, he could only come once a year, and he tried to find time to come when he went out to do business. He felt more and more guilty about him, and his eldest son, and his eyes became more and more polite. Although he was close, he no longer had the unreserved trust when he was a child.

He missed the growth of his eldest son and missed so many family happiness.

Fortunately, the family will be reunited next year.

Zhao Yunting put away his feelings, walked over and patted Zhao Chen on the shoulder, and praised: "Good boy, he is almost taller than me. How is his kung fu practicing?"

Zhao Chen turned his head and looked at the green mountains in the distance: "My father knew about it when he was hunting in the afternoon." Every year his father came, he would compete with him.

The boy was confident and calm, very much like himself back then. Zhao Yunting was very satisfied and sent him to say, "Go, go to the study and wait for me later."

Zhao Chen left tactfully.

Zhao Yunting looked at the eldest son's tall back until Zhao Chen turned around. Ning stood softly behind him, wearing a plain skirt with lotus leaves embroidered on white background, with a white face uncoated and plain face facing the sky. There was no hair accessory on his head except a white orchid on his temples, but this did not affect her beauty at all. Just stand there quietly and take away all his mind.

"Lan Rong." He held her hand and called softly.

Ning touched his robe with his other hand and asked him curiously: "When did you get here?"

Zhao Yunting kissed her hand, took her up the room, and spoke as he walked: "This time I went to Jinan to do business. Time is tight. I came here overnight last night and I have to leave tomorrow."

Ning ordered the person who bowed his head and followed Wenmei to prepare hot water.

After asking Mei, Zhao Yunting pinched her hand and whispered: "You serve me to wash."

Ning ignored him and went into the house first to pour tea for him. Zhao Yunting didn't bother her. She pulled the person directly to her legs, hugged her waist with one hand and her face with the other, and looked at her seriously. Ning had long been used to his sneak attack, waiting for him with his eyes closed, and his expression was calm, like an orchid in the early morning, someone coveted him.

But he was by his side, she clearly saw it, so why wasn't she shy at all?

Zhao Yunting felt bitter in his heart. He didn't want to continue to suffer. He lifted her chin and touched her lips. It was soft and moist, which was the taste he had been in love with for twenty years. He tasted it gently, sucked it slowly, and waited patiently for her response. If she was cold, he warmed her with himself, she would always get hot. His throat rolled and his breathing became heavy. She began to pant. She grabbed his clothes, and the gloom in Zhao Yunting's eyes dissipated. He closed his eyes, hugged her tightly, and kissed her deeply.

The little maids in the side hall carried water and poured water. When the water was ready, the people dispersed and the door closed. Zhao Yunting picked up the people horizontally and entered the bathtub together.

She did nothing, and her reaction was still awkward. He kissed her and loved her patiently. Until she could not suppress the sound of her lips, he raised her waist and met her face to face. She was as young as before, and he was equally excited as before, as if he had returned to the past, and was ecstatic for getting her, and crazy for seeing the red glow on her face and hearing her crying.

"Lan Rong, Lan Rong, I really want to transform you into blood and let you see my heart." As the sound of water stirred, he hugged her tightly and murmured in her ear.

Ning raised her head, her beautiful eyes closed, and three thousand black hairs were scattered on her shoulders like a waterfall, and her nails were trapped in his back.

The sound of water finally subsided. Zhao Yunting wiped Ning Shi dry and carried her back to the inner room. He put the pretty blushed man on the kang, leaned over and kissed her forehead: "You have a rest, I'll talk to Chengyuan." As he said that, he went to the cabinet to find clothes.

Ning opened his eyes, turned his head to see his every move, and waited until he finished wearing it, saying, "He is like you, he has big ideas, don't argue with him."

Zhao Yunting was wearing a belt and heard a voice and smiled gently at her, "As long as he makes sense, I will give in to him."

Ning didn't say much, Zhao Yunting came over and got tired of it for a while before leaving.

In the study, Zhao Chen was already waiting, but he didn't come too early, only about a quarter of an hour ahead of Zhao Yunting.

My father, who had changed his clothes, was full of energy and energy. Zhao Chen pretended not to know what his parents had done. He walked through the window to opposite Zhao Yunting and sat down, and opened the right path: "My father wanted to ask me why I rejected those two candidates?"

Zhao Yunting looked at him: "Yes, what reason do you have? You are seventeen years old. It's perfect for you to make a wedding next year."

Zhao Chen smiled and looked at him in confusion: "Father, my son has something to figure out. Since my father promised to take me and my mother back next year and let me be the prince again, then my father must have a way to compete with the Duke's Mansion. In other words, next year, the Duke's Mansion can at least be as famous as the Duke's Mansion. Since this is the case, why is my father eager to arrange a marriage for me and look for it again next year? Wouldn't he be able to find a noble female supporting role with a higher net worth?"

Zhao Yunting's expression changed slightly.

Zhao Chen leaned lazily against the Grand Master's chair: "It's still the candidate for the prince who my father likes to change, and I am now a person who is unvirtuous in the future, so I can only be worthy of those girls?"

Zhao Yunting frowned and scolded him: "What nonsense? I said that the prince is yours and you are yours. Now I have other plans to get married to you."

Zhao Chen sneered: "What are the plans? I am afraid that I will suppress that person everywhere after I have the position of prince, so I want to marry a wife with a low status for me and marry a higher status for him in the future, at least let his wife overwhelm my wife?"

He spoke disrespectful and arrogantly. Zhao Yunting frowned even deeper, but he couldn't lose his temper at his eldest son who had not seen for a year, so he had to soften his attitude: "Chengyuan, you know that you only have your mother in my heart. That person is just a decoration. I can divorce her or kill her next year, but Han'er is your third brother. You and him have my blood on you. You already have everything. So what if you give in to him a little?"

Zhao Chen looked at the man opposite him with an incredible look.

If it were two years ago, he might have refuted him loudly, but now he just told him calmly: "I only have a second brother, Zhao Qing and a younger sister, Zhao Yi, or they are willing to regard me as their elder brother. As for Zhao Han, he is your son, not my younger brother. This is the last time I said, father, don't forget it."

"Chengyuan..."

"Father," Zhao Chen interrupted him, leaned forward, and discussed with him seriously: "Father, I don't care much about the position of this prince, but someone cares, and insists on robbing me. Just like what you taught me before, it is obviously my thing, why should I give it to others? So, as long as I go back to the Marquis' Mansion, no matter whether you want to give it to me or not, I will set the position of this prince. If my father doesn't want to give it to me, or is worried that I will suppress him and take revenge on him, then don't say that you will take me and my mother back. You should be kind and filial to his father, and I will find another way to make achievements..."

"You want to cut off the father-son relationship with me?" Zhao Yunting was furious and slapped the table. He tried his best to do it. This is how he became his son?

Zhao Chen was indifferent and looked down at the teacup in front of him: "I just think that there are too many fathers and sons, so it's better to give way."

"I don't need you like this..." Zhao Yunting wanted to say something, but when he met the young man's calm look, he suddenly felt powerless.

It was this kind of look that looked very much like her, as if no matter how thunderous and angry he was, they didn't care.

Zhao Yunting forced himself to calm down, sat down slowly, remained silent for a while, and whispered: "Chengyuan, we rarely see you once. I don't want to argue with you, don't say those words anymore, you don't want to annoy me. You know that I value you the eldest son the most in my heart. From the first day you were born, this marquis' mansion was destined to be yours. Who wants to rob me, I will disagree. OK, next year I will arrange a better marriage for you, I just want you to leave a way out for him in the future, will it be successful?" That was also his son. He had no choice but to do anything when he was born, but he called him his father for nine years, and he could not watch him die.

Zhao Chenwu refused to refuse, and smiled and said, "People's hearts are easy to change. Even if I respond now, I might regret it one day, and it would be better not to make a promise, so as not to make my father even more angry at that time."

Zhao Yunting laughed in anger: "You are really filial!"

A gloating flashed in Zhao Chen's eyes and asked him curiously: "I took my father as a warning. My father took us back next year. Have you ever thought about how to explain to the grandma?" The grandma tried hard to persuade his son to divorce his wife and marry again. Next year, he met his mother who was "resurrected from the dead" and I don't know if the old thing would be scared and angry.

Even though Zhao Yunting had already made plans and was gloating by his eldest son at this time, he was still so angry that his chest was tight and walked over and picked him up: "Let's go, let's go to the yard to have a fight, let me see if you have practiced your skills well!"

Zhao Chen is willing to accompany him.

The father and son fought for an hour, and finally fell down from exhaustion. They didn't take a break until lunch. At the dinner table, Ning looked at his son whose mouth was blue, and then looked at his son's father who had no injuries on his face but his left shoulder from time to time, and found it funny.

In the afternoon, Zhao Yunting and Zhao Chen rode a horse to hunt in the mountains and came back before sunset.

After getting close to the eldest son for most of the day, Zhao Yunting did not feel tired at night. He hugged Ning and made a fuss until the middle of the night before he was satisfied. After the matter was finished, Ning had no strength at all, so he could only let Zhao Yunting lie on him, his face pressed against his sweaty chest, and listened to his calm and powerful heartbeat.

Just when Ning was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the man whisper: "Lan Rong, we have no choice but to do anything in the past. For the sake of your followers to Chengyuan, I had to slander her, but I had to deal with her when she gave birth to a child, so she never got pregnant again in recent years. Aunt Wan, you know, I have never touched her for the second time. Aunt Zhou is the eldest maid next to her. I took it away and just deliberately made things difficult for her to not make her proud. After giving birth to a daughter, I still obeyed Juezi Tang. Lan Rong, I promise you that after you go back next year, I will never touch those people again. I only want you, let's live the rest of our lives well, okay?"

Is it OK?

Ning closed her eyes and breathed lightly.

With him, she will live a good life, but without him, she will live a good life. In the end, one should not be unable to live with himself.

The person on her body did not respond, and Zhao Yunting did not urge her to answer, gently stroked her back and hugged her to fall asleep.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't agree, she's enough for her to be by his side.

Before dawn the next day, Zhao Yunting was ready to go. He got up silently, and Ning was still asleep. Zhao Yunting stood in front of the kang, staring at her quiet sleeping face for a long time before leaving cruelly.

Zhao Chen was already waiting for him outside the yard.

When Zhao Yunting saw the eldest son, he was very pleased. The father and son simply used their meals and walked out together.

"Father, you don't have to worry about my marriage, and I will find you a daughter-in-law who is not well-known as you wish." Before Zhao Yunting got in the car, Zhao Chen spoke lightly.

Zhao Yunting was stunned and thought his eldest son was angry with him, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Stop talking, I am not careful about this matter. You are a good man, so you should marry the best girl. Don't worry, I will definitely find a good marriage for you next year."

Zhao Chen laughed and looked straight into the man's eyes and said, "My father is too worried. My son just found the orchid that belongs to me, not to be angry with you."

Zhao Yunting paused and stared at Zhao Chen inquiringly. His wife Xilan, in his eyes and his eldest son, was the only wife worthy of the name of orchid. At this time, the eldest son used orchid to refer to the girl, which was obviously heartfelt. He frowned and thoughtful, and couldn't help but want to inquire about the other person's life background, but Zhao Chen did not give him a chance to talk long and reached out to ask him into the car: "Father, go, you just need to trust your son's eyes and wait for the daughter-in-law tea."

"Okay, I'll believe you!" Zhao Yunting smiled heartily, and finally looked at the eldest son and got in the car and left. Although the eldest son liked to anger him, he had to admit that this kid was like him everywhere. When it comes to women, he believed in his eyes.

It was dark and the carriage quickly walked away.

Zhao Chen stood outside the village, standing until the first ray of morning light fell on him, then looked into the horizon and asked, "Is that deer still alive?"

"Young Master, I'm living a good life. I went to check it out just now and almost kicked me." Chen Ping replied with a smile.
Chapter completed!