"Is it time to eat?" Old Man Su suddenly said loudly: "Boss, hurry up and see if the food is ready..."
"That's right, it's time to eat, I'll go to the kitchen to have a look..."
"Let's go, brother, I'll go too..."
"That's right, eat, eat..."
Everyone in the Su family shouted loudly to eat, as if nothing happened just now.
At this time, several loud crane calls were heard.
Two, three, four, and five reds drew a beautiful arc, and landed in the courtyard of the Su family with a noble and arrogant look.
Everyone in the Su family, "..."
He looked at the cranes with a complicated face.
immediately--
"Dad, our big white goose is really fat!"
"Isn't that right? Dad, look at it, I'm afraid even the big white geese in the whole village can't compare to ours..."
"That's right..."
They don’t have any cranes at home, they only have big white geese!
Liu Gui, "..."
stunned!
Then the corners of his mouth twitched.
Compared with the people of the Su family, he seems to be inferior in cultivation!
No one else has the ability to tell lies with his eyes open!
**
At the entrance of the village, there is a big house.
Wang Zhong looked at the sudden appearance of the person and was so frightened that he knelt down with a "plop" sound.
"This slave meets the emperor..."
"Master Huang is here to see the young master."
Before Wang Zhong finished speaking, he was interrupted by a guard.
Wang Zhong understood immediately.
"I have seen Mr. Huang!" Wang Zhong kowtowed respectfully.
"Get up."
The deep voice, with its inherent majesty, made Wang Zhong hold his breath and concentrate, not even daring to breathe.
At the same time, he couldn't help but blush.
Woo hoo... little master, your father finally came to see you...
"Where is the young master? Take me, ahem...take me there!" the middle-aged man said, stumbling.
It can be seen that I have become accustomed to a certain self-proclaimed person.
Some of them cannot be corrected.
"Yes, yes! I obey my orders!"
Wang Zhong quickly agreed and ran towards Xuanyuan Jin's yard rolling and crawling.
Behind him, a man in a moon-white brocade robe, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and deep facial features.
Although he is middle-aged, he can still see his majestic and majestic appearance.
The man is holding a folding fan in his hand, dressed as a scribe.
However, even though most of the aura on his body has been reduced, it still gives people a sense of oppression.
This person is none other than the current sage Xuanyuan Hao.
Xuanyuan Hao walked slowly behind Wang Zhong, his posture seemed very leisurely.
While walking, I glanced at the Phoenix Mountain not far away.
The trees on Phoenix Mountain are lush and full of vitality.
Xuanyuan Hao's eyes flashed, and there was a deep thought in his eyes.
"Master...Master...look who is here..."
Wang Zhong ran into Xuanyuan Jin's study and shouted excitedly.
Xuanyuan Jin was standing in front of his desk, copying a painting on the desk.
The painting shows a little girl with delicate eyebrows, surrounded by two cranes.
In the distance, there is the setting sun, distant mountains, and clouds dyed red by the sunset...
Even if it's just a painting, you can still feel the happy laughter of the little girl.
And, a deep warmth.
After hearing Wang Zhong's words, Xuanyuan Jin said without raising his head: "Uncle Wang, I am painting!"
Meaning, quiet!
As for who is coming, what does it have to do with him?
Is it possible that we still need him to greet us?
"Master, please go out to greet me quickly!" Wang Zhong said anxiously.
Xuanyuan Jin, "..."
Finally raised his head.
His thick eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and there was a trace of displeasure on his face.
Wang Zhong said quickly: "Master, it's your father who is here!"
Xuanyuan Jin, "..."
His father?
I don't understand it a bit.
"Master, the emperor is here!" Wang Zhong said in a low voice.
Xuanyuan Jin's expression changed.
However, he stood without moving.
Eyes, look toward the door.
A tall figure appeared at the door, slowly walking in with his back to the sun.
Xuanyuan Jin blinked his eyes, feeling that the sunlight was a bit dazzling, which made him want to cry.
"Jin'er!"
A low voice, with a touch of gentleness and a touch of strangeness, came over.
Xuanyuan Jin lowered his head.
A drop of water hit the painting that had not yet been copied.
A black ink stain appears.
"Little Master..." Wang Zhong shouted in a low voice with fear.
I was afraid that the young master would have a grudge in his heart and get into trouble with the emperor.
Xuanyuan Jin lowered his head, raised his legs, left the table, and knelt down towards Xuanyuan Hao.
"My sons and ministers see my father."
The voice was firm and seemed very calm.
To be continued...