It is noon and the winter is warm.

Under the willow trees in the courtyard, a row of wooden square tables more than three meters long are eye-catching.

This was the first time that Ying Zheng and Wang Ben were sitting on the "Taishi Chair" to eat, and they couldn't help but be full of curiosity.

And Gongsun Yu and Ying were discussing the decorations on the table.

It seems to like it very much.

The dining style arranged by Zhao Kun refers to the banquet of Western aristocrats.

The dining table is covered with a layer of white silk and several baskets of bouquets. There are two plates of size and size in front of each person, as well as spoons, bowls and chopsticks.

Ying Zheng sat in the main seat, Gongsun Yu sat in the left seat, Wang Ben and his wife sat in the right seat, and Wang Yaze sat next to Gongsun Yu. As for the others, there was no particular concern.

At this moment, Zhao Kun walked out of the kitchen with the main course.

"Come on!"

"Give it all aside! Be careful not to get hot!"

When the maids heard this, they immediately stepped forward, removed all the flower baskets and asked him to put food on.

Soon, the table was filled with dishes.

Although the time is limited and there are no big dishes, all kinds of dishes are all full of colors, fragrance and flavor.

Gongsun Yu glanced around the table and looked at Zhao Kun curiously: "Kun'er, do you still know how to cook?"

Hearing this, Zhao Kun wiped the oil stains on his hands, showed a honest expression, and smiled and said, "My mother left early, and I need to do many things myself, and I will do it over time!"

To be honest, he didn't want to be miserable, the fact is that he lived alone in his previous life.

It is normal to wander around and make something to eat by yourself.

Although Zhao Kun said it with a smile, it felt different in everyone's ears.

Gongsun Yu subconsciously looked at Ying Zheng, and Ying Zheng nodded silently without saying a word.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little wrong, Zhao Kun waved his hand with a smile and said, "Let him go over the past. Now I have an adoptive father and have another mother. I live a good life!"

Everyone was quite moved, but when Zhao Kun said that he had an extra mother, he rolled his eyes together, picked up the chopsticks and prepared to start eating.

Just then, a loud voice suddenly sounded outside the yard.

"Young Master, you left without calling me?"

Hearing the sound, Zhao Kun couldn't help but raise his hand to hold his forehead, and Ying Zheng and Wang Ben looked at each other.

Wang Li smiled and pushed the door open.

"Oh, it's so lively. I heard that the young master invited our family to the banquet. Why is it not too early......early..."

As soon as he said the word "morning", he saw Ying Zheng in the main position and almost bit his tongue.

At this moment, the atmosphere fell into a strange embarrassment.

No one spoke up.

Ying Zheng was fine, and he smiled politely at Wang Li.

Wang Ben and his wife pretended not to see it.

The rest of the people looked at each other, not knowing how to deal with it.

The cold sweat on Wang Li's forehead suddenly came down. At this moment, he had the urge to turn his head and leave!

He never expected that the First Emperor would be here, and Zhao Kun did not seem to invite him to this banquet.

He appeared here and felt uninvited.

However, when we come, we still have to bite the bullet and salute.

Thinking of this, Wang Li took a step forward and bowed: "I......"

"Whatever ministers are all their own people!"

Before Wang Li could say anything, Zhao Kun stood up and introduced to Ying Zheng: "Entertainment father, this is Wang Li, the son of Tongwu Hou, you should know!"

What's the thing?

Adopted father?

How do you call your majesty the adoptive father?!

Wang Li looked at Zhao Kun with a confused look on his face, as if his mind had not turned around.

Zhao Kun shook his head and smiled bitterly, explaining to him, "I didn't want to tell you about this, but since I ran into it, I will just tell you!"

As he said that, he walked to Ying Zheng and said seriously: "This is my adopted father, who is closer than his own father!"

Ying Zheng: "......"

Wang Li: "......"

The rest of the people: "......"

“I know you may not accept it, but this is the fact that the adoptive father is as kind as a mountain to me, and I cannot let him suffer any grievance;

Since I admit it, there is nothing I dare not admit. Whether it is a prince or a commoner, I only recognize my father."

"But he..."

"He is not from a good background, but I am not a noble prince either. You should know what life I live in the palace, so don't talk about it!"

"No, he is..."

Wang Li opened his mouth, trying to expose Ying Zheng's identity.

Two sword-like gazes looked at him in unison, causing him to shivering and stop what he wanted to say.

What's the situation? This is?

Why did my father and mother react?

Could it be that the young master recognizes his own father as his adoptive father... they all know?

Thinking of this, Wang Li looked back at Ying and Wang Ben, with questions all over his eyes.

Zhao Kun frowned and said deeply: "I treat you as a brother. I hope you keep this secret for the time being and don't mention it to outsiders, otherwise our friendship will end here."

"this……"

Hearing this, Wang Li was shocked. This was the first time he saw Zhao Kun speak to him like this.

No wonder the young master did not invite him. It turned out that His Majesty and the young master still had this relationship.

If I rashly expose this relationship, I am afraid that it will be the young master, but also the His Majesty.

Thinking of this, Wang Li subconsciously swallowed his saliva, feeling extremely stimulating.

On the other hand, Ying Zheng's expression was still calm, even with some fun.

Zhao Kun's words just now made him feel comfortable, especially the sentence "I can't let him suffer any grievances" was obviously a huge risk to speak it.

If one more outsider knows that the prince has an adopted father, it will be more dangerous.

But he still said it in front of everyone, which shows that he doesn't want to embarrass his adopted father and feels shameful.

Just as Zhao Kun said, whether it is a prince or a commoner, he only recognizes himself as his adoptive father.

Whether he is the First Emperor or the adoptive father, he only recognizes his son.

In this way, what is no longer important.

What matters is this friendship.

As if seeing the change in Ying Zheng's mood, Wang Ben narrowed his eyes and raised his head to scold Wang Li, "Why are you still standing here? Find a seat to sit down!"

"Oh, OK!"

Wang Li reacted for a moment, and smiled and bowed to Ying Zheng, "That... was so abrupt just now. I... my name was Wang Li, I saw... I met my uncle, and I would be fine if my uncle called me Xiao Wang, yes! Xiao Wang!"

After saying this, he felt his heart twitching in his throat and did not take his seat immediately.

Dad!

I don’t want to stick here either. The key is that I... My legs are weak~!

Just when Wang Li was frightened, Ying Zheng smiled and nodded at him: "Haha, okay, sit down quickly, sit next to your father!"

"Okay, everyone is here, you can start moving!"

Zhao Kun sighed and greeted everyone for dinner with a smile.

At the same time, he secretly recorded the servants present, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

...........

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of dishes.

Some people had a very comfortable meal, while others were very upset.

Of course, there are very few people who are upset, and there are only one.
To be continued...