Xuancheng calmed down, it was enough to say so much along the way, enough for him to think about it for a long time.
He really needs to be quiet for a while.
I have never felt that Chang'an is so familiar before.
When he came back all of a sudden, at that moment, his heart seemed to have found his destination, and the wanderer who left home found his way back.
"I miss him a little bit." He could only say so silently in his heart.
Perhaps when he arrived in Chang'an, the wind and sand gradually came, and the corners of his eyes were sore, and he felt something cold overflowing.
Then, a warm skin touch came up.
"Why, come back after leaving for more than half a year, do you miss your homeland?"
Xuan Cheng pushed his hand away and retorted cruelly, "No, I wish I wouldn't stay here for a moment."
"Duplicity." Fu Jian sneered and laughed.
Fu Hong didn't know where he got the news, so he left the city early and waited in Baqiao.
When Fu Jian saw it was him, the corners of his mouth raised a curve, he wanted to laugh but held back, and finally scolded Fu Hong, "What are you doing with such a big fanfare, it seems that the whole city knows that we are going abroad?" for a trip."
"Father, don't be angry, don't be angry, the prime minister asked me to come, I pretended to go hunting and left the city, I miss you so much, I can't help but want to see you after half a year."
Xuancheng no longer has the same prejudice against Fu Hong as before.
He said something for Fu Hong, "Hong'er is kind. May I ask which son my father doesn't miss when he is away? Daqin is blessed to have such a filial son like him."
Fu Hong bowed to him, "Uncle Huang is touring the world, thank you for your hard work."
Fu Jian smiled gratifiedly, and his tone was quite indifferent, "My son has put his heart into it this time. Your emperor uncle and I went out for a tour. It was really hard work. Thanks to your filial piety, you have come all the way here to greet me."
Xuancheng took a few glances at Fu Hong, but there was no previous hostility in his eyes, and Xuancheng now felt that this loyal and straightforward prince was much cuter.
The three walked and chatted, Fu Jian couldn't help showing off his brilliant deeds on the road to his son, Xuancheng just listened and didn't express his opinion, occasionally hissing, with a nonchalant appearance that it had nothing to do with him.
"Hey, Emperor Brother, the porridge you made that time was pretty good. I haven't eaten your porridge for a long time. Hong'er, you have to beg your uncle to cook a big pot of porridge for us all."
Big pot of porridge, thank you for thinking it out.
"Really? I didn't expect Uncle Huang's cooking skills to be so good, so I really have to ask for advice."
Xuancheng left to stare at the big rascal, then at the little rascal, speechless.
The loud laughter of the father and son has long been covered by the slight wind in the ears, and Xuancheng also automatically blocked it.
Chang'an is still better, prosperous for ten miles, prosperous and peaceful.
As soon as Xuancheng returned to the palace, he thought of visiting the Empress Dowager Xun. He himself felt incredible. From the initial repulsion and disgust to the current closeness, there seems to be a natural relationship that binds them together. However, they are not related by blood. .
I haven't seen her for more than half a year, and I feel a little abnormal in my heart.
Maybe, it's time to think about my mother, and I feel sour in my heart.
From a distance, Xuancheng saw a group of palace maids supporting the white-haired old man to enjoy the flowers in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, one gently shaking a nylon feather fan, one kneeling in front of his legs and gently beating his legs, and standing behind him were two Palace people.
Xuancheng paused, let out a long sigh of relief, and mustered up the courage to walk over.
Seeing that it was him, the palace people hurriedly wanted to ask the Queen Mother for instructions, but Xuancheng waved his hand to stop him.
A blind person's hearing is especially good, when he deliberately lowered his voice and walked over on tiptoe.
Empress Dowager Xun turned around suddenly, she stretched out her hand, as if she was about to grab something, it hung straight in the air.
"Son, is that you?"
Her voice was choked up.
Xuancheng's heart suddenly froze.
In this world, the only thing that cannot wait is the filial piety to the elderly.
There are many things that children want to raise but don't want to be loved, but sad things can't happen to Xuancheng.
He has lost his own parents, and he can no longer lose the only mother here.
"Is that you? My son, are you back? Ah, my son."