Wind rises time and space gate

Chapter 176 Only you can be trusted
"Dad?" Changzhi rushed over happily, "Dad, didn't you say you were very busy these two days and couldn't come over?"

"Dad will come over right after the work is done." Zhao Guangyuan smiled and hugged him for a while, then took him off and slapped his little buttocks, "If I don't sleep in your room, why did I come to your mother's room? "

Changzhi glanced at his father secretly, then turned back to the bed to get his little pillow.

Lin Zhaoxia couldn't bear to see it, "Let him sleep here tonight."

"He's not young anymore." Zhao Guangyuan disagreed.

"He's only five years old."

"My imperial brother was granted the title of grandson at the age of five. He should be independent at the age of five."

call.Lin Zhaoxia rolled her eyes at him, not wanting to argue with him.

When he grew up, he saw that his mother had not said anything about his father, so he pouted and hugged the little pillow and went back to his room.Lin Zhaoxia wanted to follow, but was stopped by Zhao Guangyuan.

Zhao Guangyuan followed in.

"Dad?" Changzhi got into the quilt, pulled a corner of the quilt and looked at his father with some anxiety.

Zhao Guangyuan stood beside the bed, frowning: "Didn't you promise dad before?"

He lowered his head so long that he didn't dare to look at him.

When he saw Zhao Guangyuan sitting on his bed again, he was a little confused: "Do you want to sleep with Chang Zhi?"

Zhao Guangyuan didn't reply to him. He leaned on the bedside, flexed and stretched his long legs, and turned over the book in his hand. "Today, daddy will tell you about how Daqi was founded."

As soon as his eyes light up, he loves to listen to stories!

He imitated his father and leaned against the bedside, looking intensely at the book in his father's hand.

"Your surname is Zhao. No matter where you go, the blood of the surname Zhao flows in your body. No matter where you go, whether you admit it or not, it cannot change your origin."

"Yes. Long enough to remember."

"Yes." Zhao Guangyuan turned to look at his son, satisfied with how smart and clever he was at such a young age.

Looking through the history of the Qi Dynasty that I wrote in my hand, I told my son how the ancestors founded the country...

"In the last years of the previous dynasty, the last emperor was brutal and the court was in such a state of decay that the people had no food to eat, the people in the countryside were in dire straits, and there were many enemies outside, so civil strife broke out..."

Lin Zhaoxia listened quietly outside the door. Inside the door, the father and son talked, listened, asked questions and answered, which was very warm.

He smiled and turned back to the room.

Zhao Guangyuan didn't look back until the footsteps at the door were far away.

He said to Chang Zhi with a serious expression: "A person, no matter where he is or what his situation is, should know his origin. My family, Zhao, has been passed down for eighteen generations since the founding of the country. You need to remember that your surname is Zhao. The [-]th generation grandson of the royal family, the direct lineage..."

"Direct branch and direct meridian?"

"Yes." Zhao Guangyuan stroked his son's little head, regardless of whether he understood or not, "You are my father's only descendant, the direct descendant, and the 21st generation of direct descendants can only come from you. Others, Dad They don’t recognize it.”

"Am I my father's only descendant? Why?"

"No reason. You need to remember what dad told you. In the future, dad also hopes that you will have a few more children, so that you can adopt one for your uncle. Your uncle..." You can't be too lonely.

He nodded his little head and said, "Well, dad, I will give birth to a few more. I can adopt one or two for my uncle. I won't leave my uncle alone without anyone to worship him."

Zhao Guangyuan felt relieved: "Okay, my son is filial."

His eyes looked a little proud, and his father praised him.

"I will listen to dad. But, dad, why was my uncle killed by the emperor's grandfather? Why did his cousins ​​all die too?"

Zhao Guangyuan's eyes dimmed and he closed the book in his hand, "Dad hasn't written it yet."

"Dad hasn't written it yet?" But doesn't dad know? "When dad writes it, and when you are older, dad will tell you the reason."

"Can't you tell Chang Zhi now?"

"You still don't understand what I'm saying now."

"Dad, you'll understand once you grow up."

"No. You don't understand. When you learn more lessons and learn about classics and history, dad will tell you."

Changzhi pouted, "Okay, dad, tell Changzhi the story of Daqi again."

"Okay, dad will tell you Daqi's story again..."

He continued talking until late at night, until Zhao Guangyuan let out a long breath beside him.

Looking at his son's young face, Zhao Guangyuan also felt that it was a bit difficult for him to instill so much into his son.However, he only had this one child, and he wanted to tell his son everything he knew.

He didn't want his son to have to learn about his origins from other people one day when he was gone.

His imperial brother was made the grandson of the emperor at the age of five and began to learn the national policies. He grew up to be very smart and had a good memory. His intelligence was not weaker than his elder brother's at all. He grew up to be capable.

"You can do it, son. If your father can't carve a niche for you, you have to work hard on your own, and the unfinished business of your father will be entrusted to you. My father also wants you to live happily, but you You have a mission.”

Don't blame your father for being selfish. You are the only one you can entrust to your father.

After tucking Chang Zhi into bed and looking at his little face for a long time, Zhao Guangyuan stood up.

When he arrived at Lin Zhaoxia's door, he lingered for a moment, then finally opened the door and walked in.

Lin Zhaoxia had already fallen asleep, wrapped in a quilt and breathing lightly.

Zhao Guangyuan sat down beside her bed and looked at her quietly.

I don't know why, he was so selfish tonight, selfishly wanting to help his son grow up, and selfishly wanting to hold her in his arms.The journey was full of thorns and dangers, and he didn't know how long he could survive.

He wanted to express his feelings to her, but he was afraid of leaving her alone.

He wanted to see her all the time, but he tried his best to restrain himself and did not dare to see her more.

Zhao Guangyuan tucked her in and left.

Early the next morning, Zhang Lianqiu rang the doorbell.

"Godmother!"

"Chang Zhi! Are you happy to see your godmother, Gao?" Zhang Lianqiu showed up carrying large and small bags, all of which were gifts for Chang Zhi.

"Happy, happy! Godmother, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

The two of them were stuck together, and Lin Zhaoxia was exaggerating, "Don't you make video calls every now and then? Why don't you be so exaggerated?"

"Hey, you don't understand," Zhang Lianqiu criticized her, "You can only watch the video but you can't jerk off." Holding and rubbing her slender face like this is real.

"You came to pick me up to go to the party? So early?"

"Well, come by and see how my house is decorated."

"Don't worry, I'm here to look after you. The master's work is so meticulous. Those decoration drawings are so inhumane. Your father pretends to be like this for you. How can you rest assured that you live here alone? I can't help you. Two bodyguards?"

Zhang Lianqiu was also helpless, "I told him that we wanted a modern minimalist style, but he and my mother strongly disagreed. We wanted a European classical style. I really don't know whether it's me or them."

The few chatted for a while and then ran to look at the house.

Then the two of them were about to go out to attend the party. Zhang Lianqiu looked at Zhao Guangyuan standing aside and whispered to Lin Zhaoxia: "Why don't you take such a handsome guy with you?"

(End of this chapter)