A reunion dinner was very relaxed and enjoyable.

The atmosphere created by Jiu Rao, the topics provoked, and the confrontation between the two children who were serious and a little childish kings invisibly mobilized the atmosphere.

Zixi's attitude towards the child's respect and tolerance between words also seemed so natural, impartial, and did not deliberately try to make up for it or force anything, but made Jiuwei feel comfortable.

The faint warmth and keeping just the right distance made him unconsciously relax and feel comfortable about it.

Family affection and blood are the indelible bond between parents and daughters.

But a person's temperament determines the attitude towards family affection, whether it is in front of Emperor Xiu and Qin Shang, or in front of his biological parents, Jiuwei is already an independent teenager's thinking.

Excessive enthusiasm only made him uncomfortable.

Although he has never raised his children personally, Zixi's grasp of this level of intimacy and the temperament of the two children are obviously more thorough.

Perhaps this is what is called maternal nature.

After eating a reunion dinner, Zixi and Chu Chen said something to Jiuwei, and they didn't deliberately tell anything, just ordinary words of concern.

Jiuwei is now the heir of Emperor Xiu, and Emperor Xiu has his own way of teaching his children.

They no longer have much right to interfere with his upbringing and upbringing.

And then they left.

I didn't go to say goodbye to Qin Sheng or Emperor Xiu.

There is not much reluctance to be separated, because they all know that the time will be very long in the future - compared to the joy of family full of laughter, Zixi is more looking forward to seeing the children grow up day by day, and see them become the kings in their respective fields, soaring in the sky, overlooking the world.

And this day is obviously not far away.

After bidding farewell to his biological father, Jiuwei returned to the imperial palace to see his father and father, and went back to practice martial arts after saying good afternoon.

With the Eighteen Guards in the vast valley combined sword qi with formations, a set of swordsmanship that made moves, cracked, and was flexible and changeable had been perfected in his hands.

An hour and a half later, the martial arts class ended.

It was getting nearly evening.

Jiuwei returned to his hall and read the military book for a while, writing down his experience while reading, and before he knew it, the sky was dark.

When the maid came in to take charge of the lamp, she conveyed Qin Shang's words: "The prince said that we will have dinner together tonight, so that the young master will not forget to go over." ”

Hearing this, Jiuwei immediately put down the book in his hand, got up and went to his father's bedroom.

Qin Sheng directly ordered someone to put it in the outer hall for dinner, and asked with a light smile: "Jiuwei, how are you getting along with your father and mother today?" ”

"It's fine." Jiuwei replied, "It's very relaxing." ”

Qin Sheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this, but he didn't ask anything more, the child thought it was okay, that is, it was really okay.

Nothing more to ask.

Emperor Xiu walked out of the inner hall and saluted respectfully.

After setting up the meal, the maids withdrew, Emperor Xiu sat down on the first seat, and Qin Sheng and Jiuwei sat down next to him on the left and right.

"Tonight is our reunion dinner." Qin Sheng smiled, took the cup and poured a cup of red and clear liquid for Jiuwei, "This is the black plum syrup I liked to drink when I was a child, I asked the kitchen to make some more in the kitchen a few days ago." ”

After speaking, he ordered the dishes on the table: "These are all specially ordered by the pavilion master's father, and I made a few dishes that you like to eat." ”

When Jiuwei heard this, he subconsciously glanced at his father, but saw that Di Xiu was still that indifferent and unfazed appearance, and there was no change in his expression because of Qin Shang's words.