Inside the pavilion.
Liu Jingxing was sitting on the stone bench, and behind him stood a young man wearing a black coat and a slightly haggard face.
The stone table was filled with all kinds of delicacies, and Jiang Xianfeng was hurriedly grabbing the food with his hands and stuffing it into his mouth.
"Woo... this is delicious... this is not bad... and this... ahem..."
"Haha, eat slowly, eat slowly! No one is competing with you!" Liu Jingxing smiled and patted Jiang Xianfeng's back. A gray light flashed on his hand, and Jiang Xianfeng choked. Only then did he come to his senses.
Upon seeing this, the young man behind Liu Jingxing stepped forward and poured a glass of water for Jiang Xianfeng and handed it over.
Jiang Xianfeng took the water and drank it in one gulp, smacking his lips, then burped and said, "This is much better than what I ate on the road before."
Liu Jingxing smiled and said, "As long as you like it. When you get to Qingzhou, just tell the chef what you want to eat and let them cook it for you every day."
Jiang Xianfeng rubbed his belly with satisfaction, looked outside the pavilion, and grinned, "Sister, you are finally here!"
Jiang Zhiyuan smiled at Jiang Xianfeng, and then focused on Liu Jingxing, "Grandpa, I kept you waiting for a long time."
Liu Jingxing smiled and said, "Wherever I am, I am willing to wait as long as I want for my granddaughter and grandson to come back for the New Year!"
Jiang Xianfeng pouted and complained, "Then why didn't you come to me after I was trapped in Chang'an for so long?"
Liu Jingxing's body trembled slightly when he heard this, and facing Jiang Xianfeng's slightly sad eyes, he let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say the words when he reached his lips.
At this time, Jiang Zhiyuan walked into the pavilion, touched Jiang Xianfeng's head, and said, "You, stop talking about this. The reason why grandpa didn't do this must have his own considerations and difficulties."
After saying that, Jiang Zhiyuan winked at Jiang Xianfeng, and Jiang Xianfeng nodded in understanding, no longer dwelling on this issue.
A relieved smile appeared on Liu Jingxing's face.
In the past ten years, he has been thinking of ways to go to Chang'an to pick up his grandson. However, the higher his status, the greater his power, the greater the constraints on himself, and the more he can't help himself.
Although he is the supreme state pastor above Qingzhou, but this power has reached Yongzhou and Chang'an, he, the Qingzhou state pastor, may not be qualified to be placed in the eyes of that man.
Chang'an belongs to Emperor Zhou!
Although he had rarely had contact with Zhou Ruoxiao, his impression of him at first was just that of a young boy who had just joined their upper-class circle with his powerful force.
After hearing that Zhou Ruoxiao, who had been named King Xiaoyao due to his outstanding military exploits, had gone to Yumen Pass, Liu Jingxing said with a smile that Zhou Ruoxiao might never be able to return to Chang'an in this life.
Although Emperor Jiang is not in Chang'an, as long as he survives, the power in the hands of the state pastors will always be empty.
No one would want there to be a person in this world who can take his life anytime and anywhere as long as he wants, or in other words, a false immortal.
Jiang Huang's ninth-grade strength is genuine.
After the death of Emperor Meng and the Demon Emperor, Emperor Jiang and Kuhai became the top combat forces in Kyushu.
After Emperor Jiang's death, Prime Minister Wang Daofan became the only person in the court who could stand on an equal footing with their eight state shepherds.
Although they didn't know how powerful Wang Daofan was, with Wang Daofan guarding Chang'an and having just negotiated the expansion of the army, it was hard for them to interfere in the succession of the Human Emperor.
As a result, when Zhou Ruoxiao succeeded in seizing the throne of the Human Emperor, the nine state pastors were dumbfounded. They did not expect that Wang Daofan, who had always been loyal to manage the affairs of Emperor Jiang, would actually sit back and watch a person with a foreign surname become the Human Emperor. Seize the position.
They had no way of guessing the reason behind this.
But this does not prevent them from continuing to expand their strength, even if they are about to face Yongzhou's million-strong army!
Even if it is very likely that he will perish and lose all the wealth and status he has now.
They all have their own reasons for launching wars, either to seek power and covet the throne of the Human Emperor, or for some ulterior grudges, or...
Liu Jingxing looked at the slightly thin Jiang Xianfeng in front of him. He was obviously an adult, but his mind was still at the age of a child of about ten years old.
These ten years of confinement have wronged him!
Liu Jingxing couldn't help but sigh quietly, how many decades are there in the life of an ordinary person.
Maybe Jiang Xianfeng still doesn't realize the right and wrong of the past ten years, but when he grows up, he will eventually know all this. At that time, what kind of face will he have when facing his grandfather and his sister? Woolen cloth?
"Eh? Grandpa, why don't you eat it?" Jiang Xianfeng said curiously, then picked out a piece of pastry that he thought was delicious from the delicacies on the table and handed it to Liu Jingxing's mouth.
Liu Jingxing's face blushed slightly, and after laughing, he also ate the cake handed to him by Jiang Xianfeng in one bite.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Jiang Xianfeng asked expectantly.
Liu Jingxing nodded and praised, "It's indeed delicious!"
The two of them laughed in unison, and Jiang Zhiyuan couldn't help but smile slightly after seeing this heartwarming scene.
At this time, she glanced and noticed the silent young man beside her.
"You should also sit down and have something to eat!" Jiang Zhiyuan said.
This young man is Liu Jingxing's adopted son, named Liu Yuyu.
It is said that on a rainy night, someone threw a baby at the side door of the Prefectural Mufu Mansion, and Liu Jingxing happened to go out of the side door that night.
The baby was only wrapped in a swaddle and had no identification.
Liu Jingxing also felt this, so he took this nameless baby back to his house, adopted him as his adopted son, and named him Liu Yuyu.
Liu Yuyu seemed to be a year or two younger than Jiang Xianfeng, but he seemed to have some hidden health problems. After Jiang Zhiyuan entered Qingzhou, he discovered that he had been coughing all year round.
However, Jiang Zhiyuan didn't care much about him. This was not only because Liu Yuyu himself was cold-tempered, but also because Jiang Zhiyuan was already in a low mood when he arrived in Qingzhou and had no interest in getting to know this stranger who looked like a boring gourd. younger brother.
"No... no need, you can just eat it. I don't like these." Liu Yuyu said softly, with a hint of panic in his tone.
Liu Jingxing gently took Liu Yuyu's hand, pulled him to sit next to him, and said, "Sit down and have something to eat. You rarely get these."
Liu Yuyu was silent when he heard this, but he still picked up a piece of pastry and ate it.
Jiang Zhiyuan didn't care about this, and sat down together and started eating the food on the table.
Jiang Xianfeng was very experienced and kept recommending to her various foods that he found delicious. Jiang Zhiyuan also felt happy to be fed, and the laughter continued.
Liu Yuyu sat at the table, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart. He could only see that the originally stiff face on his face had become slightly softer.
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In the evening, Ping An Inn.
Darkness enveloped the quiet room, making no sound.
However, in this darkness, a sound of footsteps suddenly appeared.
Squeak, crash!
Aunt Biao lit a fire stick, and a little flame floated out, lighting up an oil lamp on the table. The flame continued to spread, and soon a circle of oil lamps on the table was lit.
The originally dark room suddenly became brighter. As a raging fire burned under the hot pot on the table, a fragrant aroma spread from the hot pot, and hot oil rolled endlessly inside the pot.
The table was filled with all kinds of fresh fruits, vegetables and meats, and there were even more people surrounding the table.
He Yiqi couldn't help but lick the saliva that was about to overflow from the corner of his mouth. The cripple beside him cursed in a low voice, "Look at your worthless appearance, can't you be more calm like me? The dishes have just been cooked!" What's the rush?"
The presbyopic man looked at the cripple who was constantly wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth with disdain and said, "With your status, you're not necessarily any better than him!"
"Isn't it because this dish is so fragrant that I can't help drooling? I'm already at this age and I have enough potential."
"Humph, people say that an old man is strong, an old horse knows the way, and I am number one in the world. Look at you, before I am old, you are already decadent and lying flat. How can such a person bear the ups and downs of the world? How can he? How about establishing a positive and enterprising image for abandoned children?"
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A group of people couldn't help laughing when they saw the presbyopic and lame man bickering with each other.
Aunt Biao was also smiling from ear to ear while greeting everyone to put the dishes they wanted to eat in the hot pot.
He Yiqi fiddled with the oil lamp on the bed and asked Lan Yu on the side with some doubts, "Didn't the book say that placing seven oil lamps in this shape can form a strong formation? Why am I like this?" Isn’t it possible to do this?”
Lan Yu also frowned. The two of them found this thing in a tattered-looking book.
This book was accidentally read by Lan Yu from the bookcase at home. The content in the book was almost destroyed. The only thing that could be seen and understood was the formation that only required seven oil lamps.
So Lan Yu specially came over today, followed the New Year's Eve dinner, and performed the experiment with He Yiqi.
The result can be imagined. It seems to have failed, and they don't know where the failure lies.
He Yiqi's originally full of expectant eyes couldn't help but dim after seeing Lan Yu's deep thought.
After thinking hard for a while, Lan Yu shook her head, sighed, and said, "I still haven't figured it out. Maybe there is something wrong with the book itself, or maybe we overlooked something..." Fastest update For correct reading, please visit the mobile phone:
