Shortly after the morning meal the next day, the middle door of Duke Rongguo's mansion opened wide, and bursts of noise could be heard. Jia Lian, who was reading the palm of the maid Zhiyu next to him, raised his head upon hearing the sound.
He glanced at Wang'er, who was waiting on the side. The clever Wang'er immediately realized what he was doing, nodded slightly to Jia Lian, then turned around and ran out of the hospital.
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Eight days after entering the palace, Rongguo Gong Jia Daishan finally returned home!
The middle road courtyard of Duke Rongguo's Mansion had been busy for a long time. It was not until the sun set in the afternoon that Jia Daishan came to Jia Lian's courtyard in person to visit the only seedling left in his old family.
Jia Daishan is more than eight feet tall, powerful and handsome, with a ruddy complexion and a majestic look. The only pity is that the wrinkles on his face have become very conspicuous, but he still looks like a handsome old man full of energy.
When Jia Daishan arrived, he stopped the servant's announcement. When he saw him, Jia Lian was walking slowly in the corridor in the small courtyard while studying the system interface projected on his retina.
Zhiyu, who was behind, followed Jia Lian step by step. The lady's fan embroidered with emerald green lotus leaves and pink lotus flowers in her hand fanned Jia Lian on the side and front a few times from time to time, sending out a cool breeze.
Zhiyu saw her father-in-law from a distance, and quickly bowed and saluted him, and at the same time reminded his son-in-law.
Jia Lian finally came back to his senses from his own world. When he looked up, he saw this strong old man with gray hair.
This old man was dressed in regular clothes, without any fancy accessories, armor or sword, but he still looked majestic.
Comparing the information in the "movie" with Zhiyu's posture just now, Jia Lian naturally knew that the person in front of him was his own grandfather - the contemporary Rongguo Gong Jia Daishan!
It's just... I don't know if it was an illusion, but Jia Lian felt that there seemed to be a "flavor" of extreme weakness in this old man!
Looking at Jia Daishan in confusion, Jia Lian didn't know how to face this "grandpa".
Grandpa...it's such a strange name. It's the first time in my life that I have a grandpa, but it seems that he's getting older too?
Thinking of this, Jia Lian silently walked up to Jia Daishan.
Jia Daishan just watched his five-year-old grandson walk up to him, stretched out his hands and hugged his left leg tightly, and his little face was buried in his thigh without moving.
Jia Daishan, who had never foreseen such a situation, could not help but stiffen, and immediately controlled the muscles of his thighs, fearing that he would not use his strength properly and hurt his soft and cute little grandson.
Thinking about what happened to his little grandson in these days, this veteran who has spent the rest of his life can't help but feel sad in his heart.
[Ding! Found a heroic unit that is about to lose its origins!]
Ding Ding monster?
Is that you, Ding Ding Monster?
Just when Jia Lian was holding Jia Daishan's thigh, a system prompt suddenly appeared in his mind, causing his little body to tremble.
At this time, Jia Daishan's big hand happened to be caressing Jia Lian's little head just a short distance away. The trembling of Jia Lian's body made Jia Daishan's heart feel slightly astringent again, and then he couldn't help but jump in his heart.
'Is this a coincidence? Or is Xiao Lian'er's innate spiritual sense really so keen?'
You must know that he is a great master in the realm of innate masters, although now...
But even so, his actions shouldn't be detectable by a child.
Jia Daishan stroked the top of little Jia Lian's head and comforted him, then he knelt down and picked up Jia Lian's small, soft body.
"Who made our little Lian'er unhappy? Tell grandpa, grandpa will help you vent your anger!"
Jia Daishan was talking like a child, while holding the light Jia Lian and walking around.
"The Duke personally held Mr. Xiao Lian and played around in the mansion..."
The news was immediately conveyed to the ears of all the masters in Duke Rong's mansion, and for a while, several of the masters in the mansion who usually seemed to be extremely noble began to display their various human behaviors.
The person involved, Jia Lian, didn't think there was anything wrong. In his heart, the world view was still dominated by modern people's thinking. In his opinion, what could be wrong with a grandfather hugging his little grandson who had just lost a close relative?
The problem is that Jia Daishan has never been so close to Jia Lian before, which makes many people can't help but start to feel resentful, such as the Wang family who is still young and not yet sophisticated.
Seven or eight pieces of expensive porcelain in her house had been smashed in succession...
"Why did the old man never treat my brother Zhu like this...Why can't that little evildoer go away in peace and quiet..."
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Jia Lian's small body lay quietly in the arms of the old man Jia Daishan. The weight of nearly 40 kilograms would not be much heavier than a feather on the innate master.
Jia Daishan came to Rongxi Hall with his grandson in his arms. Mrs. Shi was already greeting the maids and women to prepare meals. Naturally, when the old man came here, someone had already come to inform him.
Along the way, Jia Daishan held Jia Lian and wandered around for nearly half an hour. The old man kept comforting and teasing the little Jia Lian, but the little guy half hugged his neck and lay quietly on his shoulder without saying a word. He still said nothing at first.
Thinking that little Jia Lian had become demented like those children who were frightened by sudden changes in the rumors, he quickly used the innate master's perception to investigate carefully.
Fortunately, the old man vaguely sensed that there was nothing wrong with Xiao Jia Lian's mood. It was full of attachment, warmth and peace of mind, and there seemed to be a touch of sadness and... reluctance?
After entering the gate of Rongxi Hall, the guards and worshipers who were following not far behind were all left outside. The two female waitresses who came to greet Jia Daishan waved to him and bowed to him, then turned to the mistress Shi.
I went to report the news.
At this moment, a clear child's voice sounded in Jia Daishan's ears with a hint of timidity.
"Grandpa, are you going to leave me like my brother..."
The clear and melodious voice exploded in Jia Daishan's ears like a thunderbolt, causing him to freeze at the door of the yard for a moment.
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A son and a nephew were both involved in the prince's rebellion. How could he be imprisoned and become a monk so easily with just a few holy relatives?
Emperors are the most ruthless creatures in the world. There are many emperors in history who killed their fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters, and even all their relatives.
Even the prince Yang Jun, whom Emperor Sheng Yuan had worked so hard to cultivate for more than thirty years, died. How could Jia She and Jia Jing survive?
It’s not like Jia Daishan exhausted his origins as an innate master-level warrior and forcibly extended his life for twenty years for Emperor Shengyuan, Jia Daishan’s sworn brother!
Originally, although Emperor Sheng Yuan was also a peak-level warrior the day after tomorrow, he suffered a catastrophe and suffered a fatal injury when he was young. Although he had been supplemented with various precious medicinal materials over the years, the imperial doctor still judged that Emperor Sheng Yuan's lifespan was too short.
It just happened in the past two years.
Originally, these had nothing to do with Jia Daishan. The emperor was dead, the prince was also close to my Jia family, and the Ning Rong Mansion was still as stable as Mount Tai.
But the prince doesn’t know!
Those imperial doctors had been silenced long ago, and Jia Daishan would not have known about it if he had not entered the palace later and met Emperor Shengyuan who was in critical condition.
Everyone knows that the lifespan of a peak master will be at least 100 years old.
The old emperor is only fifty-nine this year, and the prince is already thirty-six years old!
