After the grand triumphal ceremony, the prince accompanied Yan Xi, talking about the weather, the war, the changes in the capital, and his father's longing. Even the newly married prince concubine brought it up as a topic for teeth chattering.
In other words, he just refused to leave.
He stayed by Yan Xi's side and rode together all the way. Although Yan Xi was still the same as he remembered, indifferent and indifferent, he didn't care at all. He still sang the one-man show happily.
In the distance, the main entrance of Prince Guo's palace was wide open, with a red carpet on the floor. The servants knelt down neatly on both sides of the road, looking with fanatical eyes at the master who had once again created a miracle and returned home.
The prince quietly patrolled the crowd several times. They were all servants dressed in servant clothes. The little girl he had caught a glimpse of last time was not among the welcoming team. He was slightly disappointed, but still kept a smile on his face and rushed
Yan Xi clasped her fists and said, "Seventh brother, I will take you outside the house. You have returned from a long journey. The carriage and horse are tiring. Please rest early. Don't forget that in three days, my father will personally celebrate your success in the court."
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Yan Xi returned the gift and nodded lightly.[
The prince stopped talking nonsense and walked away consciously. He did not have the kind of sweet dream that his seventh brother would suddenly enlighten him and invite him into the house for a cup of hot tea.
After the prince's carriage was out of sight, the housekeeper endured the sore knees and stood up. He walked up to the master and said, "Sir, you are finally back. The hot tea dinner has been prepared in the house. Just wait.
I’m here to catch the wind for you.”
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The inner courtyard is still the same as before, with no major changes.
Even if Yan Xi is away, someone will clean it on time, so when he walks into the bedroom, he doesn't feel uncomfortable.
It's just that something seems to be missing.
Yan Xi sat on a chair, squinted and thought for a while, and finally realized that this room seemed to be extremely clean. When Tao Xiaowei lived with him before, there were toys and children thrown everywhere by her.
The mess created, such as books accidentally knocked over, small footprints left on the mat by random crawling, etc.
Yan Xi originally loved tidiness, but he really couldn't change the children's living habits. After living there for a long time, he became accustomed to this kind of chaos, and even vaguely felt that such a room had a warm atmosphere.
However, when I came back this time, nothing was there. The bedroom had returned to the cold feeling it had many years ago. Everything was neat and tidy, but there was no atmosphere at all.