As dusk approaches, Zhou Lie and his wife clean up the house and are busy in the kitchen.

It is still chef Liu Minglan, Yun Muqing and Chu Feng helping to help, while Zhou Ying is carrying Duoduo. The two of them are smartly blinking their big eyes, ready to steal food at any time-

Six dishes and one soup, with meat and vegetables, and the dinner is extremely rich.

This is the first reunion dinner for the family in Yanjing. It was a joyful and harmonious atmosphere.

Zhou Lie drank a few more glasses of wine, holding a cigarette pipe in his mouth, and seemed to have memories: "Xiaofeng, in a few days, it will be a great cold."

"Roumei's death day is coming."

Chu Feng put down his chopsticks, looked into the distance, nodded—

Ye Qingrou, that was his mother's name.

The coldest and worst days of the year, after the coldest, spring is warm and flowers bloom and blessings are revived.

But his mother never survived this day and could not see the scene of spring blooming with her own eyes—

Yun Muqing held Chu Feng's hand tightly, brought a hint of warmth, and said softly: "I agreed with Chu Feng that when the Zhou family will end, I will go to worship my aunt with him."

"That's great." Liu Minglan hugged Duoduo and said with relief: "My sister Rou will be happy when she sees you starting a family and starting a family, and her family will be happy."

Chu Feng looked at the scene outside the window, and the white clouds floated like his mother's quiet and gentle face, full of tenderness and kindness—

She has been away from herself for twenty years, and now when she recalls it, it seems to be yesterday.

Zhou Lie coughed twice, looked at Chu Feng, and asked carefully: "Xiao Feng, should you go back to the Chu Prince's Mansion to take a look? No matter what, it is your house after all, the prince is—"

"I'm full, my parents, please use it slowly."

Chu Feng's face was cold and there was no extra words. He just put down his chopsticks and turned around and left.

"Brother—" Zhou Ying pouted and shouted.

Yun Muqing looked at her beautiful eyes and couldn't help feeling heartbroken. Chu Feng has always been strong and straightened up, and he is so lonely and so lonely at this time-

"Oh, old man, you really don't have any pots to carry!" Liu Minglan was furious and poked Zhou Lie's forehead. "You don't know what Xiaofeng's personality is. Since childhood, he is most taboo to mention the prince and the Chu family."

"Now that I am revisiting the old place, the child is already feeling uncomfortable enough. Why do you still stimulate him-"

Zhou Lie shrank his head and muttered, "I'm doing it for him too. It's a father and son. You can't always be like this and never interact with each other. You'll become the opponent--"

The atmosphere on the scene became depressed and silent.

Zhou Lie sighed even more, holding a cigarette puff in his mouth, and vomiting mist, as if he had returned to the bloody "national war" twenty years ago-

Corpse everywhere, beacon fire and wolf smoke, surrounded by enemies—

Zhou Lie, who was the vanguard of the Tiger Ben Army under the command of the Prince of Chu, took over the boy who was already unconscious and seven or eight years old.

"Prince, if you give me the prince, I will live up to expectations, lead him out of the siege, raise him--"

"But there are many ears, eyes, minions and teeth among the people. For the safety of the prince, let's change the name."

The burly man in front of him pondered for a moment, with a gaze: "Just call him Chu Feng."

"I have carried too much and promised too much in my life, and I have failed more people-"

"I wish his life a peaceful and peaceful life, as the wind, free and comfortable, and free."
Chapter completed!