For a long time that followed, there was a rare peace in the Han Dynasty.

Several princes in the world, Yuan Shao reorganized the team in Jizhou, Gongsun Zhan entertained himself in Yijing City, Cao Liu still failed to send troops after all, Yuan Shu hid in Huainan and prepared to wait for the opportunity to be the emperor, and the little overlord Sun Ce sharpened his sword in Jiangdong Huohuo, trained the navy, and Jing and Yi were as stable as a pool of stagnant water.

Lu Bu built a wall and a house in Luoyang, recuperated, and by the way, honed the Montenegrin army, which had not been incorporated for a long time.

Time came to Jian'an for four years unhurriedly.

Just after the early spring, thunder sounded.

There is bad news from Bingzhou, and the old man Yan died of illness in the party.

When Lu Bu heard the news, he was shocked, and immediately put down all his affairs, took his children, and rushed from Luoyang to the party overnight.

When I arrived at the Yan Mansion, from the gate to the various courtyards in the mansion, there were snow-white vegans everywhere, and the heads of people were swaying, and the sound of crying and sobbing never stopped.

Lu Bu dismounted outside the mansion, and the little bell and Lu Xiao followed left and right.

"Uncle, you're back."

The old steward who greeted the guests outside the mansion bowed, Lu Bu nodded slightly, and strode into the mansion with his children.

The appearance of Lu Bu made many guests who came to mourn look sideways. They took the initiative to retreat to the side, and while saluting, they did not forget to give way to an avenue for Lu Bu to move forward.

It can be said that they came here not only to offer condolences to Old Man Yan, but also to be able to leave a good impression in the heart of this powerful general.

Therefore, the county guards from all over the state came, and the county orders under the rule of the county guards were almost all in place, and the gentry of the world all sent representatives. Not only them, but even many nobles in Chang'an City who did not know each other sent condolences and condolences.

The reason for this is well known to everyone.

In the lobby of the main hall, there is a large black coffin, which makes the atmosphere in the hall particularly low and depressing. Old Man Yan was lying quietly inside, his face was very peaceful.

More than a dozen earth immortal mages chanted sutras in the hall to surpass the dead.

On the left and right of the hall, there was a plain old lady Yan, her sons, daughters, grandchildren, and the clansmen of the Yan family, kneeling on the ground, guarding the old man's spirit.

After learning the news of his father's death, Yan Li, as the eldest son, immediately resigned from the official position of Jiuqing Dasi Nong and returned from Chang'an to guard filial piety; Yan Yi, who was fighting in Xiliang, also returned home; Yan Xin, as the pastor of the state, also let go of all the affairs in his hand and rushed back from Taiyuan at the earliest.

In addition, Lu Bu also met his wife Yan Wei and eldest son Lu Zhen in the crowd of filial piety.

Yan Wei was wearing filial piety clothes, her face looked extremely bad, not to mention the lack of blood, and she also had a sickly whiteness, and her expression was gloomy. Compared with the previous parting in Chang'an, the whole person looked much haggard, and the bright eyes, which were originally very good-looking, were also stacked with thick bags under their eyes at this moment, and their eyes were swollen, thinking that they should have cried a lot.

Lu Zhen knelt silently beside his mother, bowed his head, and remained silent.

Lu Bu walked into the hall, knelt down in front of the coffin, and kowtowed to the old man lying in the coffin.

After kowtowing, Lu Bu stood up.

As his wife, Yan Wei took the initiative to step forward, put on linen clothes for her husband and children, and put on a white filial piety cloth on her head.

"Mother, I miss you so much!"

The little bell threw herself into her mother's arms, tears blooming, telling her thoughts in her heart.

Yan Wei, who had not shown her face for many days, heard her daughter's story, and finally had a smile of relief on her face, she reached out and touched her daughter's head lovingly, and her words were full of mother's tenderness: "Little bell, my mother misses you too." ”

Over the years, her husband has been fighting in the south and the north, and she has been worrying about the children all the time, afraid that they will be hungry and frozen, and afraid that they will bleed and be injured on the battlefield.

Children travel thousands of miles, and the mother is always worried.

Now that she sees her children safe and sound, a big stone has finally fallen in her mother's heart.

I haven't seen each other for two years, but the little bell has grown taller and grown.

The little devil of Chang'an in the past is now slim and graceful, and has grown into a graceful and beautiful girl.

Maybe it's because of the difference between children and daughters, Lu Xiao doesn't have the sensibility of his sister, he misses his mother, but this is just about food and clothing. The food in the army is not good, so he often misses the delicious pastries made by his mother.

"The child has seen his father."

Lu Zhen stepped forward and bowed to his father very decently.

I haven't seen him for two years, and Lu Zhen has not only risen a lot in size, but also made a qualitative breakthrough in temperament.

If two years ago, Lu Zhen gave people the feeling that he was a good boy with a Confucian spirit, very sensible and obedient, then now, between his words and deeds, he already has the gentle temperament of a beautiful son, unlike his younger brother, who is only reckless.

Lu Bu was very pleased in his heart, although he had not been in Chang'an all these years, he often paid attention to the growth of his eldest son.

studious, sensible, gentle, humble......

It seems that all the beautiful words of praise in the world have appeared on Lu Zhen.

Even Taixue's stubborn old masters, who had scolded Lu Bu countless times before, were now full of praise for Lu Zhuan, and they even rushed to accept him as a disciple many times.

When he heard the news for the first time, Lu Bu shouted happily in his heart, Lao Tzu has been despised and despised by you stinky and sour Confucians for so many years, and his son finally gave Lao Tzu a sigh of relief.

It's a pleasure, it's a pleasure!

The son is born, and Lu Bu, who is a father, is naturally proud of his son and extremely proud.

However, it should be a carefree age, but there is a gloomy atmosphere between Lu Zhen's eyebrows, which is condensed.

Maybe it was my grandfather who passed away, and it was too sad.

Lu Bu saw it in his eyes, thinking so in his heart, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.

After nodding slightly to his son, he went to see the old lady and the three uncles.

Speaking of today's Yan family, he is not only the first brother in the Bingzhou family, but also an existence that covers the sky with one hand.

The three sons of the Yan family, the eldest Yan Li, is one of the nine kings, and is in charge of the country's finances and is full of power. With the in-law relationship between the Yan family and Lu Bu, fools know that Yan Li will sit in the position of the third duke, but it will be a matter of time or time.

The second Yanyi has heavy troops in Xiliang, and he can fight against Ma Teng and Han Sui.

As for Yan Xin, the fourth son, he was originally the least favored, but now he has become the pastor of the state, and he has become a feudal official who holds all the power of life and death in the state.

The only daughter was married to the general of the dynasty.

It is said that more than seventy percent of the officials in Bingzhou are from the Yan family, and there is a trend of continuing to grow.

Such a behemoth, how many people dare to provoke it?

It is precisely because of this that Chen Gong, Xiao Ji and others under Lu Bu have been reminded from time to time that the power of the Yan family should be reduced.