The young prince sighed solemnly: "I won't be able to stay in the university. That's all, dad, let's go."
Feng Danyuan nodded in agreement: "Xiao Yu is absolutely right."
Feng Weihuan: "..."
Nanming had to save face for his future wife: "The same goes for men. Are you in such a hurry to go back for the sake of your princess?"
Feng Danyuan raised his sword eyebrows and said with a smile on his face: "This is quite reasonable. Then I will take Feng Weihuan back to the imperial capital. I think you are reluctant to be separated from her, right?"
The young prince raised his head: "But daddy, Uncle Nan wants to deal with the affairs of the people in Mocheng?"
Feng Danyuan replied: "Without him, the sky will fall and no one will deal with this matter? Xiaoyu, please remember one thing, people, don't take yourself too seriously."
The young prince nodded seriously: "I remember."
Nan Ming: "..." Please, father and son, please go away smoothly!
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Working hard and taking a shortcut through the mountains and rivers of Kyushu, Feng Danyuan, the young prince and others finally returned to the imperial capital before the sun set.
Abandoning the carriage, Feng Danyuan hugged the young prince and galloped on his horse.
In the gorgeous winter sunset, Wei Zi heard the clatter of horses' hooves returning home, and saw the dreaming man, dressed in the glow of the sun, coming from all the travel dust.
Before she could speak, she was embraced into a warm embrace.
"I'm back."
The clear and gentle voice sounded in his ears with a slight tremor. Wei Zi's eyes turned red instantly, she put her arms around his waist and whispered: "I miss you very much."
On the side, the little prince looked at his father eagerly: When will it be my turn to hug my mother?
"Yu'er! My beloved great-grandson!" Mrs. Feng opened her arms toward her.
The young prince rushed in without thinking: "Great-grandmother!"
King Yan looked at the sky speechlessly: "..." Has no one seen him?
After all, he is also the head of a house, so he must make his presence felt!
"Ahem, have you entered the palace to attend the holy ceremony?"
Feng Danyuan did not let go of his hand, and turned his head to look at him displeased: "No."
Mrs. Feng glared at him: "Why are you so anxious? We'll go after dinner!"
King Yan felt lonely and depressed: This matter is not urgent, isn't it important?
Feng Danning smiled and said: "It's quite cold outside, let's go in and eat." Then he said to the young prince: "I invited all the best chefs from Yipinxian here today and cooked a lot of your favorite dishes.
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"Wow! Third uncle is so nice!" The young prince was so happy.
Princess Yan looked eagerly for a long time and then asked the young prince: "Where is your aunt?"
The young prince replied innocently: "Auntie is in northern Xinjiang with uncle Nan."
The King of Yan snorted coldly: "We haven't even gotten married yet! The daughter is not allowed to stay."
The young prince nodded vigorously and agreed deeply: "Grandpa, my father and I said the same thing about her."
Feng Danyuan added lightly: "They will come back before New Year's Eve."
King Yan continued to hum: "Love will never come back! Let's eat!"
Although not everyone was here, it could still be regarded as a family reunion banquet. The four generations of Prince Yan's residence were in the same room, and the old and young had snacks to warm their bodies and hearts.
