He Zexu said very apologetically that he didn't buy any fish today, but he would treat Xiao An to eat next time they meet.
After I returned to my seat and sat down again, the atmosphere at the table seemed much more lively and less formal than before.
He Zexu's subordinates all found it strange that the prince usually rarely spoke, but now he and the young general were very close to each other. No matter how they looked at it, it didn't seem like he was kind to the other party.
"Zhuo Yan, isn't that right? Does our prince like to eat sweet and sour fish? I have never seen him eat it before?" the attendant asked his companion in a low voice.
Zhuo Yan looked towards his master, turned his head and responded in a low voice: "You were not with my master before, so naturally you didn't know."
The companion was waiting to hear the follow-up reason, but he didn't expect that Zhuo Yan had no intention of continuing. Thinking of the rules around his master, he quickly put away his curious thoughts.
Seeing that he didn't ask further questions, Zhuo Yan sighed inwardly. After finding his master back to the capital, he suddenly wanted to eat sweet and sour fish, but neither the cook in the palace nor the royal kitchen in the palace cooked it.
To the satisfaction of the master, he threw his chopsticks in annoyance after just one bite.
During that time, whenever the master had the opportunity, he would order the sweet and sour fish dish at the local restaurant, but unfortunately, there was still nothing that suited his taste.
After that, the master never ordered that dish again.
From then on, none of his subordinates dared to mention this dish in front of him.
Several people who went to Broken Soul Valley together secretly guessed that the sweet and sour fish dish that did not satisfy the master should have been made by the master's wife when they were in Broken Soul Valley.
In fact, the master is not obsessed with the sweet and sour fish dish, but he can't let go of the person who cooks that dish.
Unexpectedly, when General An mentioned this, his master's mood was not stimulated, and everyone involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.
After the dinner ended in a harmonious atmosphere, Xiao An felt regretful that he could not stay with his father for a while longer.
But I saw my father coming over: "If General An is not lacking, why don't you come and sit in my tent?"
"Okay, I can just ask the prince for advice on the formation of troops." Xiao An immediately responded happily.
Leng Wuyi, who was beside him, shook his head gently. Xiao An was not happy because he was young. The main reason was because the man in front of him was the father he had never seen since he was born.
"Master, let's go? Just go and sit for a while." Xiao An, who had followed his father for two steps, turned around and saw his master standing still.
Leng Wuyi smiled and shook his head: "Master, I'm a little drunk, so I won't go with you. Remember, don't wait too long. Your Majesty is tired of fighting the enemy today and is still injured."
"Oh." Xiao An responded, watching his master turn around and follow the people who arranged the camp, then he raised his head and smiled sheepishly at his father: "I'm sorry, it's because I'm ignorant, otherwise I'd better forget it.
Prince, please go back and rest quickly."
He Zexu looked at the half-year-old child in front of him, who was much shorter than himself, and felt soft and warm in his heart: "I have been fighting all year round, so this little injury is nothing. Let's go."
"You arrange for someone to bring a pot of tea over, so you don't have to follow." He Zexu remembered and stared at the few followers beside him.
General An's master could safely let this young boy stay with him, but his subordinates were watching and guarding him like this, which made him feel hot in the face.
Besides, this is their headquarters camp on their own territory!
"Make General An laugh." He Zexu turned around and said.
"What's the point? They are so loyal to the prince. They are not as big-hearted as my master." Xiao An responded with a smile.
While talking, the two of them entered He Zexu's tent. The interior was still as simple as the previous tent. There was a bed in the corner, a clothes rack by the window, and an old felt mat on the floor on the other side, with a small tea table on it.
table.
Xiao An stepped forward, took off his boots, and sat down cross-legged like He Zexu.
At this time, tea was also served.
Immediately, the attendant who brought the tea glanced at his master and quickly retreated.
"Your Majesty, if not, please take off your armor." Looking at the person sitting opposite, Xiao An couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
No matter what, he and his brothers and sisters still have their mother by their side, but on his father's side he is himself.
Xiao An has been in the military camp for more than two years and has not been idle. He also arranged for people to collect some information about the man in front of him. He has never taken a wife or concubine since he was single.
However, it was precisely because of this information that Xiao An had an urgent desire to meet him.
Originally, he was not sure who the man in the portrait he saw in his mother's study was, but Uncle Yu kept staring at this man outside. At first, Xiao An also thought that it might be because of watching this man's movements that he could determine what An Yuguo was.
It's time to take action against the three cities of Xuzhou.
However, later, when the people sent by Xiao An also obtained the portrait of the person in front of him, King Ji of Anyu Kingdom, and when the person in the portrait hidden in his mother's study was the same person, Xiao An was very sure.
He is his father.
In addition, when my mother talked about her father to her three siblings, she had no resentment or hatred. She recalled it with a happy smile on her face.
Therefore, the three siblings have a good impression of their father who has never met them.
Because of this, after seeing my father for real, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
"I'm sorry, I'm rude, General. It's just..." Seeing his father looking at him blankly, Xiao An realized what he was doing and hurriedly wanted to explain.
For this person, he, Xiao An, is just a stranger whom he has met for the first time. It is not appropriate to ask someone to take off his armor!
Before he could finish his words, he saw that the person in front of him was already taking off his armor.
Oh, I really listened to what he said! Xiao An felt so beautiful.
While He Zexu hung the armor he took off on the shelf, he looked at the young general smiling at the tea table with his peripheral vision, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
After all the armor was removed, he turned around and saw the young general handing over a robe: "Although it is early autumn, it is late at night, and the prince is injured. Be careful not to catch a cold."
"Thank you." He Zexu was stunned, then took the robe and put it on.
There is a feeling in my heart that this little boy seems to have known him for a long time!
The two of them returned to the felt mat and sat down, and He Zexu motioned to Xiao An to drink tea.
"How old is General An this year?" He Zexu asked first.
"Twelve." After Xiao An answered, he quickly picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Tell him his age, would he think of his mother?
If they had not separated twelve years ago due to necessity, he would have had a child at the age of twelve...
