When Zhu Boan returned to the Zhu family's residence, the spring rain had already stopped. The gatekeeper had been waiting at the door. After seeing his master come back, he immediately fell to his knees and handed his thick back. After Zhu Boan stepped on his back, the sect's servant stood up and respectfully reported that the master had invited him.

Zhu Bo'an's expression was still cold and he casually took off the straw coat on his body and handed it to the disciple. He took the snow-white towel handed over by another disciple and wiped his face. I don't know if Zhu Bo'an and Zhao Yan's uncle and nephew had a close relationship. After wiping his face, he threw the snow-white towel into the mud next to the door.

The Zhu family's mansion has a high wall and deep courtyard. It is curved and has strict rules. The servants are divided into different levels. There are rules in it when they move. Zhu Bo'an walked alone through the Zhu family's mansion and did not lead a single person forward. On the way, from the butler to the servants who met Zhu Bo'an, they all raised their robe and knelt on the ground from three steps away, bowing their heads respectfully to greet him.

Zhu Boan's expression was still cold and hard on the surface, but only he knew his boredom. Since entering the Zhu family mansion, he was surrounded by the high courtyard wall, and his boredom was even more serious and cold. He felt that the Zhu family courtyard, which had a high wall and a deep courtyard, was more like a cold tomb and a cage than a magnificent residence of Duke Zhu.

The goshawk, which was originally soaring in the vast sky, has now suddenly become a cage trapped in a cage. Although the goshawk is still alive, it is definitely more uncomfortable than death.

As he walked all the way to the main hall where Duke Zhu was, Zhu Bo'an's sword eyebrows were slightly frowned. When he saw the old housekeeper waiting at the door asking him for hello, his face was a little impatient.

After walking into the main hall, Zhu Boan felt a little relieved.

Perhaps because of the arrival of Jingzhe, Duke Zhu rarely sat up on the bed, leaning against the two quilts behind him, half sitting on the head of his bed, wearing a rare plain clothes, and his spirit showed much stronger than before.

According to Duke Zhu's instructions, the servants moved his bed next to the window. Duke Zhu leaned against the window and opened the window halfway. Seeing the several green potted pots under the rain eaves appear more vibrant under the baptism of spring rain, Duke Zhu's entire energy has also improved more than a little.

Hearing the noise, Duke Zhu turned his head stiffly, looking at his most proud and close eldest son, Duke Zhu rarely had a soft smile from the bottom of his heart, and he stretched out his thin right hand to wave his hand, and said hoarsely: "You're back? Don't stand, sit first."

Zhu Boan's expression was calm. After bowing to thank his father, he found a seat next to the Eight Immortals table and lifted his robe and sat down.

Duke Zhu sighed softly: "Boan, you haven't returned to Chang'an for seven or eight years, right?"

Zhu Boan frowned and thought for a moment, and said softly: "It's been more than eight years, and I can't remember how much it is."

Duke Zhu looked at the thick beam of the century-old wooden roof with his eyes, and looked sad: "Yes, more than eight years have passed in a blink of an eye. I haven't seen my father for eight years. You... can you sit closer to my father and let him take a good look at you?"

Zhu Bo'an looked a little panicked for the first time. His right hand unconsciously reached out and grabbed his robe. After a moment of stalemate, he finally lowered his head and moved the seat two steps away, and came to the place one step ahead of Duke Zhu's bed. After sitting down, Zhu Bo'an realized that this was the first time in nearly ten years that he had observed his father, who was already in his 80s, with his hair and beard so close. His body looked as thin as dry branches from head to toe. His eyes were slightly turbid, especially when his eyes turned, white eye descended. The dead aura on his whole body was much heavier than the living aura.

My father is indeed no longer young.

After admitting this idea in his heart, Zhu Boan felt inexplicably sad.

The ruthless father who was planning to do his own tent and winning thousands of miles away, once wrestled with Gu Xiang, commanded the three soldiers to enter the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, killed 30,000 surrendered soldiers, and sent his biological son to the enemy country to be a hostage. The long-standing tyrant in the world is indeed old now.

Duke Zhu leaned halfway under the quilt and said leisurely: "Gu Xiang once said something very interesting. He said that it is not easy to be a parent, but it is not easy to be a child. Parents' relationship with their children is probably like a lotus seed separated from life and death. When parents are there, many people don't think anything is there, but when parents leave, the children will face death directly. I didn't understand this sentence at first, but now I lie in bed every day and think about death the most. I gradually understand this sentence. When parents are there, children still have a way to go. "

Zhu Boan looked sad. It was obvious that he could understand the dying aspirations expressed by his father's words similar to his last words, and could also hear that his father had not had much time. If he had been a little nervous about what his father did, as a big killer, he now understood that his father's difficulties were not easy.

A sentence is said as a hundred sentences, which is diplomatic rhetoric; a hundred sentences are said as a sentence is a proverb; a thousand words are summed up in one sentence, which is last words.

Duke Zhu supported the bed with his thin arms, and tried his best to sit up completely. He stretched out his right hand and placed it on Zhu Bo'an's right hand with a clear joint. He spoke softly with apologized and three-point apology and three-point sadness and said: "Boan, can you... untickle your robe and let... let your father see the scars on your body?"

Duke Zhu himself didn't know where he got the courage to say this, a topic he had avoided for the first half of his life, a question that made him wake up in a nightmare every night, was now spoken out by him in front of his most guilty son in his life.

I lowered my head and remained silent for a long time, and the quiet needles in the room could be heard.

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Duke Zhu's old face. He closed his eyes and did not dare to look at Zhu Bo'an's expression at this time.

Finally, after a while, Zhu Bo'an sat upright, his upper body was as tall as a javelin, raised his stable hands, and untied his upper body step by step.
Chapter completed!