The little bell looked back at the man sitting behind, his dark eyes were full of joy, and he called out sweetly, 'Uncle Yang'.

This person is none other than Yang Ting, the eldest son of Yang Biao, the current commander of the dynasty, who is currently holding the position of Jinwu. Zhijin Wu is the same as Jiuqing, and is the supreme commander of the guarding Beijing Division, especially the Northern Army of the Imperial City.

Yang Ting was able to sit in this position in the year of his establishment, in addition to his illustrious family background, which also had a great deal to do with Lu Bu.

The relationship between Lu and Yang is ambiguous, there is no essential subordination, but more like partners in a sense.

During the reign of the first emperor, Lu Bu inherited the kindness of the old lady Yang Ci, and later became the master of Guanzhong, and the Yang family secretly made a lot of efforts to solve many troublesome and tricky things for Lu Bu.

Therefore, now Yang Biao is ranked as the third public thunderbolt, and the children of the Yang family are also many promising officials, and their careers are smooth.

This is also the reward that Lu Bu gave to the Yang family.

"What's going on up ahead?" Liu Xie asked in the royal carriage, although the little bell failed to rush in front of the holy driver, but the commotion caused was not small.

Soon, Yang Ting led the two children over, clasped his fists and accused the Son of Heaven: "The minister's ineffective guard has disturbed Your Majesty, please punish Your Majesty." ”

Without waiting for the Son of Heaven to speak, the little bell looked up and saw his father standing on the imperial emperor's chariot, with his tall body under the Luo umbrella cover, which was so majestic and majestic.

"Daddy!"

The little bell shouted with joy.

The son and daughter ran alone from home to greet him, and Lu Bu's cold heart melted in an instant, full of warm touch. He opened his legs and was about to go down to pick up his daughter, but as soon as he lifted his legs, he took them back, put up a face, and scolded his children: "Little bell, don't hurry up and make amends to Your Majesty!" ”

After all, now that there are so many people watching, Lu Bu is not alone, he doesn't want his children to be criticized by those historians in the future.

With so many people present, even if you love your daughter no matter how much you love it, you should always give the Son of Heaven a step first.

Seeing that his father's face was serious and not a little happy, the joy on the little bell's face condensed, and his heart was very low. She also thought that her father would pick her up like before, hold her in the air and happily spin in circles, and say doting words such as the little bell has grown taller again......

"Courtier Lu Lingqi, I have seen Your Majesty, and the little girl recklessly collided with the Holy Driver, please punish Your Majesty." The little bell took two steps back and knelt on the ground with his head bowed.

My mother had taught her these basic manners a few years earlier, but today she was anxious to see her father, so she left them all behind.

Compared with his sister's kneeling and admitting her mistakes, Lu Xiao next to her didn't understand this. He was already a little confused in his mind, and he was even more stupid and stupid when he acted on weekdays, and the nobles in Chang'an City privately called this second son of the Lu Mansion 'stupid'.

Lu Xiao looked blankly at the emperor chariot pulled by six tall horses, his eyes were shining with joy, as if he had seen a toy he liked, he pointed at Liu Xie with his finger, and smirked: "Your car, it's really good-looking, I ...... I want to go up and sit down ...... too."

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding ministers and guards all turned pale.

Just by Lu Xiao's action of pointing at the Son of Heaven, it is enough to be convicted in prison, not to mention that he bluntly said that he wanted to take advantage of the Son of Heaven to drive such a disrespectful word, this is a crime of killing the head!

"Presumptuous!"

Some of the ministers couldn't hold it back, pointed at Lu Xiao with an angry face, and shouted to the guards next to him: "Come on, take down this insulting saint child for me!" ”

"Wait!"

Shang Shulang Zhang Yuan let out a loud shout, stopped the royal guards who wanted to do it, and raised his eyebrows with the official: "Chu Shilang, Fang Cai is just a child's unintentional words, if you do this, it will be too much of a fuss!" ”

Zhang Yuan was able to climb from a small Xuanguan flattery to Shang Shulang's position, in addition to his own means and skills, the biggest benefit was Lu Bu's support.

If there was no Lu Bu, he would have been regarded as the remnant of the Ten Standing Servants and killed in Luoyang.

In the previous two years, Lu Bu was not in Chang'an, Chu Gong, who claimed to be loyal to the Han Dynasty, relied on the support of the Son of Heaven to provoke Lu Bu's henchmen, and Zhang Yuan and others mostly chose to avoid it.

Now that Lu Bu is back, how can these people still be demons.

Zhang Yuan could see it clearly, so he was the first to stand up without hesitation.

With Zhang Yuan Zhuyu in front, the courtiers who were attached to Lu Bu could be regarded as seeing the direction of the wind, and they all came out to intercede for the second son of the Lu Mansion.

Liu Xie turned his head, looked at the tall man standing behind him, and asked thoughtfully: "Lu Qing, what do you think?" ”

Lu Bu did not bow down, and said directly to the Son of Heaven: "Xiao'er's brain has been a little unbright since he was a child, so that he offended His Majesty recklessly and ignorantly. The minister has no way to discipline him, but please rest assured that after he returns, the minister will be strictly disciplined. ”

From beginning to end, Lu Bu never thought of punishing his son as a crime.

If Lu Xiao can come to pick him up today, he has already fulfilled his filial piety as a son. If he can't even keep his son, then he's too much of a failure as a father.

Liu Xie groaned, and Lu Bu continued: "Your Majesty is broad-minded, but he can accept all over the world, and he will see the same knowledge as an ignorant child, what do you think?" ”

Liu Xie finally nodded and said, "Lu Qing is reasonable. ”

Liu Xie knew very well in his heart that even if he wanted to punish Lu Xiao who was speechless, he had to pass Lu Bu first.

It's just that the current Chang'an is no longer his world.

After this short period of turmoil, the stopped car continued to move forward, and slowly drove towards the palace amid the cheers of the people in the city.

At night, in the Jiaqing Hall of the Imperial Palace, the lights are lit up, and the plans are staggered.

When Lu Bu returned to the dynasty, it was natural for him to catch the wind and wash the dust. However, Lu Bu had other things in his mind, and in the middle of the banquet, he said goodbye to the Son of Heaven and left the palace on the grounds of fatigue.

After leaving the palace, Lu Bu went straight to his mansion.

When I returned to the house, it was almost late at night, and the servants who were watching the night were divided into branch salutes.

Lu Bu asked, "Madame, have you rested?" ”

If he sleeps, he does not bother to wake up.

The servant replied, "Madame is in the guest hall, waiting for the master." ”

Lu Bu nodded and strode to the guest hall.

In the hall, Yan Wei, who was wearing a Confucian skirt, was resting on the table with her elbows, squinting her beautiful eyes.

On the table, there is a bowl of ginseng soup.

A warm current surged in Lu Bu's heart, recalling that back then, he was an official in Luoyang. At that time, he was deeply valued by the emperor, and there were countless powerful people in the city who wanted to associate with him, and he entertained countless people every day. Whenever he went to a banquet elsewhere, when he came back, his wife always waited for him at home and served him a bowl of sobering ginseng soup.

Although it has never been mentioned, the husband and wife have always had a very tacit understanding of this and have a clear heart.

No matter how drunk he was, he insisted on going home.

No matter how late she waited, she was always waiting for him.