Zhong Yuxi and Wu Yue were sitting in the VIP waiting room. Wu Yue was talking to the service staff, while she was alone in a daze holding the small box.
Inside was a passport, air tickets, and cash that had been exchanged.
He always thinks so carefully, just like he calculates others with no leaks.
She was in a daze for a while, and then called Dad Zhong. Dad Zhong was very busy recently playing ball and fishing with a group of old friends. This was the life he longed for in his later years, carefree. She
Seeing him like this makes me feel very satisfied.
Father Zhong kept telling her to take care of herself on the phone, and he kept repeating his words for a long time. Zhong Yuxi rarely listened obediently, and she couldn't help but shed tears.
She didn't dare to tell Father Zhong that she was going to Ying Country, for fear of bringing back sad memories for him. She just said that she would travel abroad and would come back after a while.
The father and daughter chatted for a long time, until Wuyue came over to urge her, and she reluctantly hung up the phone.
When she was about to hang up, she suddenly called out to Father Zhong.
"What's wrong, little thief?"
She whispered into the phone: "Dad...I love you."
On the other end of the phone, Dad Zhong covered his eyes and tears fell, but he still said in a cheerful tone: "Dad loves you too."
"Stop crying." Wuyue leaned down and wiped her tears, "We're about to board the plane."
"Yeah." Zhong Yuxi smiled and picked up her backpack.
Wuyue helped her pull the suitcase, and they walked side by side to the ticket gate.
"I never expected that you would take the initiative to ask to go back to Sakura Country." Wuyue seemed very happy: "I thought you would never go back."
Zhong Yuxi looked out the window, seeing large clouds forming various shapes, stacked on top of each other.
"Yes, things are unpredictable."
Wuyue thought thoughtfully, "Is this really the end between you and Xiaofeng?"
Zhong Yuxi asked back: "Then what else do you think we can do?"
He sighed: "Although I don't know about the dispute between you, I can tell that that boy really likes you."
Zhong Yuxi smiled: "It's a pity that he is too self-righteous..."
Xiaofeng knocked over the inkstone in front of him, and Mu Ruoning hurriedly helped him clean it up.
He threw the brush aside and said with a smile: "It seems that I am really not suitable for writing calligraphy."
Mu Ruoning said while cleaning up: "I don't know why Your Highness can still laugh, but you are under house arrest now."
"What does it matter?" He took the towel she handed and wiped his hands.
Mu Ruoning stopped talking, but Xiaofeng continued writing and asked, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
She pouted, "I went to see Miss Zhong today, but she didn't want to care about His Highness at all. She said she couldn't help and drove me away. I always felt that Miss Zhong was not such a person. I don't know why she suddenly
Became so indifferent."
Xiaofeng held the pen in her hand, lowered her body, and slowly wrote while saying: "Is she gone?"
"Well, I wasn't willing to give in and went to look for her again. No one was there anymore."
Xiaofeng said several big words in one breath: "Just leave."
He lifted the thin rice paper and handed it to Mu Ruoning: "How is it?"
Mu Ruoning took a closer look and saw that the large characters penetrated the back of the paper and were drawn with iron hooks and silver strokes. They were particularly vigorous.
She whispered softly: "A journey of a thousand miles ends in one night."
He frowned in confusion: "Your Highness, what does this mean?"
Xiaofeng smiled and said nothing, gently put down the pen and stared out the window.
The water pattern of the precious silk is long and long, and the good time of a thousand miles rests overnight.
From then on, I had no intention of loving the good night and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon.
The bright moon sets in the west.
The faint moonlight enveloped the three-story mansion in front of him. Next to the iron door at the door was a long golden door plate, with several large characters "General's Mansion" written in Sakura language on it.
The two guards stood straight with their guns in hand. When they saw a car approaching, they quickly looked over cautiously.
When they saw Wu Yue walking down first, they hurriedly saluted and said hello: "Hello, young master."
Then immediately a man who looked like a butler came out to greet them, and a servant came over to take over their luggage.
Yoshida also came with him. Although his injury had not healed yet, his body was still wrapped in a bandage.
Zhong Yuxi stood in front of the car, looking up at this unfamiliar building with a bit of melancholy and a bit of loneliness.
She had no idea about the biological father inside. Although the same blood flowed in his body, he was still unfamiliar.
The door of the villa was suddenly pushed open, and a person hurriedly walked down the steps.
He is already over forty years old, but he is still handsome and handsome, with a heroic look on his face and a domineering look on his face.
Seeing this man, everyone bowed respectfully at ninety degrees and saluted: "General."
Is he the general?
Zhong Yuxi looked confused.
Wu Yue went up to greet him and said with the same respect: "Father."
The general glanced at him, nodded, and immediately turned his attention to Zhong Yuxi.
Except for her eyes, which she inherited from the purple royal family of the Ying Kingdom, Zhong Yuxi looked exactly like the general in other places. When she stood there, anyone with poor eyesight could tell that they were a father and daughter.
The general's expression was full of surprise. Standing there, this all-powerful man seemed a little at a loss.
It was Wuyue who took Zhong Yuxi's hand and led her to the general: "Yi Yi, this is your father."
Zhong Yuxi couldn't say "Father", she just looked at him.
The general was very excited. He looked her up and down and put his hands on her shoulders: "Yi Yi, welcome back."
He turned around and told the housekeeper: "Hurry and prepare the room and meals for the young lady."
The butler hurriedly retreated.
The three of them entered the hall. On the light gray tatami, the aroma of tea floated.
The general was sitting on the table in a blue kimono. Zhong Yuxi and Wu Yue went to change their clothes and sat down around the octagonal tea table.
The general personally poured a cup of tea for Zhong Yuxi and said: "Yuyi, you have worked hard these years. From now on, you will stay with your father. Your father will definitely compensate you ten times and a hundred times what he owes you."
Zhong Yuxi held the teacup in her hand and glanced at Wuyue, who nodded to her.
Then she said softly: "Thank you."
"Yu Yi, tell your father quickly, what have you done these years?" the general asked with interest.
Zhong Yuxi put down her teacup, turned towards him, and then, to the surprise of the general and Wuyue, she knelt down straight to the general, put her hands on the sides of her head, and touched her forehead to the tatami.
"I have a request, please accept it, General."
The general looked helpless, and she still refused to call him father. However, he could understand, after all, he had never given her the fullest nurturing kindness he could.
He lifted Zhong Yuxi up with both hands and shook his head: "Yuyi, if you need anything, my father will definitely promise you."
Zhong Yuxi looked at him and said sincerely: "I have a person who must be saved. Now only the general can save him."