Hu Mansion.

Linglong Court.

In the study room.

After listening to Hu Fei's explanation, Hu Weiyong finally understood his son's intention, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided.

"Now that you've explained it clearly, go ahead and do what you have to do. I have other things to do and I won't keep you here."

Hu Fei glanced at Hu Weiyong, who was calming down, and waved his hand.

"What else do you have to do so late?"

"Are you still worried about the New Year's gift?"

Hu Weiyong smiled and looked at Hu Fei and asked slowly.

"Well, since I didn't do well in the year-end exam, I have to find a way to make up for it."

Hu Fei nodded and answered casually.

"Isn't it just a New Year's gift? Why do you have such a sad face? It's enough as long as you feel like it."

Hu Weiyong said slowly.

"If it was really that simple, I wouldn't have been worrying about what to give you. Just look at it and you will know that others gave you gifts in previous years, and you just accepted them. You never understood the painstaking efforts of the people who gave the gifts."

"Gift-giving is an art. Not only does it have to suit the other person's liking, but it also has to be delivered to the other person's heart. Even if you tell me, you don't understand."

Hu Fei curled his lips and said.

"Art? What is art?"

Hu Weiyong was stunned for a moment and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"art..."

"Forget it, you don't understand even after I tell you. Go back quickly and don't disturb me."

Hu Fei frowned, not knowing how to explain, waving his hands and urging.

"I don't understand your weird ideas, but if you want to give a gift, I have something here that might help you."

Hu Weiyong rolled his eyes at Hu Fei dissatisfied, suddenly thought of something, and said slowly.

"what?!"

When Hu Fei heard this, he immediately became interested and asked hurriedly.

"follow me."

Hu Weiyong smiled mischievously, and as he spoke, he got up and walked out.

Hu Fei hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly got up and followed.

Spring Die and Dong Yan, who were watching the direction of the study in the courtyard, breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the young master and the old master walking out safe and sound.

Soon, Hu Fei followed Hu Weiyong to the front yard and entered the front yard study.

Immediately afterwards, Hu Weiyong walked to a shelf in the study room where antiques, calligraphy and paintings were placed, and gently turned a vase on the shelf.

Following Hu Weiyong's movements, there was a sound of gears turning, and then a hidden compartment suddenly appeared on the shelf. As the hidden compartment opened, a wooden box about three feet long was revealed.

Seeing this scene, Hu Fei couldn't help but show a hint of surprise. He didn't expect that there was such a mechanism in Hu Weiyong's study.

Soon, Hu Weiyong took out the box from the hidden compartment and placed it on the table.

"What kind of treasure is this?"

Hu Fei looked at the exquisite box on the table and couldn't help but asked curiously.

"This is a treasure that I have treasured for many years. After thinking about it, I feel that it should be suitable for you to give to His Highness King Yan."

Hu Weiyong smiled and opened the wooden box as he spoke.

Immediately afterwards, Hu Fei saw a knife in the box, and the scabbard was inlaid with gems. It looked priceless.

"Isn't it just a knife?"

After Hu Fei saw the knife, he curled his lips and said with some disappointment.

"Don't think this is an ordinary knife. I only got it by chance. This is a precious knife that can cut iron like clay!"

Hu Weiyong glared at Hu Fei dissatisfiedly and couldn't help but show off.

"real?!"

Hu Fei was stunned for a moment, and as soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and took out the knife, pulled it out of the scabbard, and swung it hard!

Then he saw that a corner of the table in front of him had been cut off in an instant. The cut was flat and smooth, with almost no effort on Hu Fei's part.

"It is indeed a good knife!"

Hu Fei couldn't help but praise it and looked at it in his hand, unable to put it down.

"By the way, do you think it is harder or the Golden Dragon Dagger? They are both treasures that can be sharpened like clay. Which one is more powerful?"

Immediately afterwards, Hu Fei turned to look at Hu Weiyong and couldn't help but asked curiously.

"Stop it! Don't even think about trying it, you kid! Whether it's the Golden Dragon Dagger or it, if it breaks, it will be a waste of natural resources!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Weiyong hurriedly waved his hands and said nervously.

"I'm just asking."

"Okay, you are an old man who knows how to hide your secrets. You have such good things at home, but you never told me!"

Hu Fei smiled, put away the knife, and said sourly.

"You haven't loved these things like wielding knives and guns since you were a kid. If you're not drinking wine or making trouble everywhere, I gave it to you. If you don't use it to make trouble everywhere! It's just a waste!"

Hu Weiyong snorted coldly and closed the wooden box again as he spoke.

"Tch, I don't care!"

"But it is indeed the best New Year gift for King Yan! There is no other one! I think he will like it very much!"

Hu Fei curled his lips, muttered something duplicity, and then said thoughtfully.

Zhu Di has been fond of martial arts since he was a child, and he will soon go to Peking to join the vassal state. He will probably go to the battlefield in the future. Moreover, when he returned to Beijing, he was assassinated by Beiyuan assassins. If he had such a precious sword close to him, he would definitely be killed.

Get twice the result with half the effort.

"Okay, if that's the case, then I will reluctantly part with you. You can take it as an apology. I misunderstood you just now."

"As for the annual ceremony for His Majesty and the Crown Prince, you can only figure it out yourself."

Hu Weiyong waved his hand and said slightly apologetically.

"You still have some conscience."

Hu Fei smiled and said.

"What did you say?! You brat!"

After hearing what Hu Fei said, Hu Weiyong's face darkened and he asked dissatisfiedly.

"nothing."

Hu Fei smiled, hurriedly picked up the wooden box and walked out, but as soon as he reached the door, he stopped again and turned to look at Hu Weiyong.

"Old man, don't you have any other treasures at home?"

Hu Fei looked at Hu Weiyong and asked tentatively with a wicked smile on his lips.

"Gone!"

Hu Weiyong frowned and said hurriedly.

"If you have good things, you should share them. Besides, isn't it just for you that I give you a New Year's gift?"

Hu Fei looked at Hu Weiyong and said earnestly.

"roll!"

Hu Weiyong had a straight face, raised his hands and shouted loudly, pretending to pick up the inkstone on the table and throw it at Hu Fei.

When Hu Fei saw it, he hurriedly turned around and ran out holding the box.

"Brat!"

Hu Weiyong snorted coldly and muttered dissatisfiedly, but a faint smile couldn't help but appear at the corner of his mouth.

...

Linglong Court.

After returning to the study room in the backyard, Hu Fei carefully placed the wooden box containing the sword and began to pace around the room.

Of the three New Year gifts, one has been prepared and there are three left.

But Hu Fei couldn't decide what to give to Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao.

But soon, Hu Fei suddenly had an idea and had an idea.
To be continued...