Concubine to conquer the world

Chapter 883 A Piece of Inkstone

Nan Chicheng returned to his Longteng seat and sat down, and Nan Xun also returned to his seat.

"Your Majesty, can you let the humble ministers take a look and see what kind of birthday gift Mu Wang gave to make the Emperor so moved."

A minister spoke.

Nan Chicheng took out the contents of the box and showed them in front of everyone with a pleasant face.

All I saw was a black inkstone.

Everyone's expressions instantly became insignificant.

It's just an ordinary inkstone. The emperor is not someone who lacks this thing. How could it be like getting a priceless treasure that is unique in the world?
Such things are not unusual.

A slight look of disappointment appeared on everyone's faces.

And just when everyone was having various thoughts in their hearts, Nan Chicheng spoke leisurely.

"More than ten years ago, when I was reviewing memorials in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, I accidentally smashed the inkstone that had been used for many years. At that time, the king of Mu was also by his side. He comforted me and told me not to be sad. He would make a piece exactly the same with his own hands. Give me your inkstone.”

"At that time, he was very young, and I didn't take his words to heart."

Speaking of this, Nan Chicheng paused slightly.

After that, he didn't continue talking.

At that time, Nan Xun was very young, and he only thought that he said casually to comfort him
Looking at the inkstone in his hand, Nan Chicheng gently stroked it with his fingers.

If it weren't for the sudden events that happened later, this inkstone would not have been delivered to him at this moment.

He felt very sad in his heart, and he loved Nan Xun very much.

Distressed kind of love
After Nan Chicheng said this, everyone finally understood the significance of this inkstone at this time.

The eye sockets that drooped were slightly moistened.

This inkstone was made by Xun'er himself.
The preciousness of it is self-evident.

He placed the inkstone beside him, and gently covered it with one hand, he couldn't bear to remove it.

Once worried that Nan Xun would not want to get close to him because of those things back then, but now he can deliver this gift to him, that is to say, Xun'er is still Xun'er before.

Nan Chicheng was quite relieved, and a sense of happiness instantly overflowed.

Seeing the change in Nan Chicheng's expression, Nan Ye who sat down seemed to be pierced by a thorn in his heart.

Nan Yu's complexion was ashen, and he quietly took the vase off the table and held it tightly in his hands. Now he didn't have the courage to go up to give his father a birthday present.

Going up now, he is not going to present a gift, but to show his ugliness.

With so many pairs of eyes looking at him, he had no place to save his face.

The young man's expression was indifferent, and his unsmiling expression revealed a sense of nobility.

He originally thought that his father should not remember the matter of this inkstone, after all, time has passed and so many years have passed.

It's just that there is no chance to give away the things that have been made for more than ten years, and today I just took this opportunity to give it to my father.

This inkstone originally belonged to him.

It's just that I didn't expect that my father still remembered that incident.
In Nan Xun's heart, it is impossible to say that there are no fluctuations. The hardest part of his heart gradually becomes soft.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, his eyes still didn't have too much emotion, his expression was light and desolate.

Just when he brought the teacup to his mouth, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a figure suddenly breaking in from the door.

"Father, is your son late? Everyone, I'm sorry..."

A soft and pleasant voice sounded without confidence.

(End of this chapter)