Zhao Shu smiled very pleased. He probably counted the most joyful moments since he ascended the throne.

He turned around, raised his head slightly, "Show a banquet!"

What punishment?

Then Chen An felt that Han Qi was the first to pick up the wine glass, "Anbei, the first contribution of the great Song Dynasty to destroy the country was you, how much should you drink?"

Chen An came back in a hurry. The journey was like sleeping in the open and eating too badly.

So now he feasts as soon as he sits down.

Hearing this, he raised his head and said blankly: "Secret Han, isn't he giving a banquet?"

He felt a little guilty.

Except for Bao Zheng, the prime ministers all smiled proudly.

Zhao Shu sat on it and turned a blind eye, even coughing dryly, expressing his satisfaction.

Chen An just wanted to go home, but Han Qi could raise his glass.

Whether it is in terms of age or position, he cannot refuse Han Qi's toast.

Chen An drank it all, and Zeng Gongliang continued to raise his glass.

The two palace maids watched this scene outside the door and couldn't help but cover their mouths and smile.

Several old men took turns to fight, and Chen An was finally sent back to Yulin Lane by a carriage.

"Taro!"

"Mom, I'm looking at autumn leaves!"

Taro stood under the tree, looking up at countless leaves.

After he raised his head for a long time, he felt aching in his neck, so he reached out to twist it.

A gust of wind blew, and a leaf slowly fell down.

"Mom!" Taro reached out to grab it, but Luoye avoided his hand. He leaned over and grabbed it when the leaves fell to the ground, and then stumbled and ran backwards.

"Mom! Look!"

Yang Zhuoxue heard his shouts and just put down the edamame when he saw him rushing in.

"Mom, look, the fallen leaves." Taro said happily: "It's time for Daddy to be back."

His little face was full of joy and longing, and he was waiting for Yang Zhuoxue to verify it.

Yang Zhuoxue touched the top of his head and remembered the Southwest.

——Chen An led a large group of people to patrol back and forth in Jiaozhi. When the Jiaozhi people saw him, they knelt on the ground and dared not raise their heads. And her husband was like a god, looking at these people coldly.

"Your dad is coming back soon."

Bao Zheng asked someone to pass on the message, saying that Chen An's contribution to destroying the country was too great and he would definitely not stay in Jiaozhi for a long time, so he should come back in winter.

Destroy the country!

A picture appeared in Yang Zhuoxue's mind: the whole Jiaozhi was like a shrinking model. Chen An brought his men and horses, and just used his horse's hooves to stomp into mud.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

There was someone knocking on the door in the front yard, and the sound was a little familiar.

Yang Zhuoxue turned his head, "Who is it?"

Taro shook his head, "Mom, it seems to be that Li Baojiu."

"Mr. Lang!" Zhuang Laoshi's ecstatic voice came from outside, "Madam, Langjun is back!"

Taro turned around happily, and Yang Zhuoxue was faster. She picked up the edamame and disappeared in an instant.

"Mom, wait for me!"

Taro hurried to the front yard and saw his father hugging his mother with a silly smile on his face.

Hey!

What a custom for men and women to hug each other.

Taro reached out to cover his eyes, but saw everyone's reaction through his fingers.

The servants all turned around, while his mother's cheeks were blushing, but she was extremely happy. Obviously, this unruly way of reunion between husband and wife was what she really liked.

Chen An gently kissed his wife on the forehead, then waved to the taro, "Boy, come here."

Taro let go of his hands and passed by slowly.

The man in front of him looked a little darker, which was a little different from the one in his dream.

He misses him when he doesn't see him, but when he actually sees him, he feels a little strange.

Then Chen An used a hug to eliminate the strangers.

"Dad, you're drinking!" Taro happily hooked his father's neck, letting him pick him up like he was when he was a child, and then grimaced at his dazed brother.

"Hahahaha, yes, I'm drinking!" Chen An used his short beard to thorn the face. Seeing him avoiding shouting, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and then went to thorn the beans again, causing a howl.

He put down his son, walked to Guoguo, and touched her head with a smile, "How can you be good at home?"

"Be good." Guoguo looked up, "Brother, thank you for your hard work."

"Not hard work."

Chen An should go back first, with his wife, children and sister following behind.

This scene has happened in countless families.

A man is the head of the family and is running around outside, just for the life of his wife and children.

This is reality.

When I took a shower and changed my clothes, Chen An talked about the war in the southwest with his wife and sister. Of course, the tragic things naturally cannot be said.

"There was almost something wrong in Yuanze." Yang Zhuoxue also talked about what happened at home and Bianliang. Among them, Wang Rong's incident made Chen An laugh, "Good thing."

"Official." Yang Zhuoxue frowned and said, "I almost couldn't wake up."

"If you are a person, you will suffer disasters. If you have passed, you will be blessed." Chen An said with a smile: "I have returned from the destruction of the country this time. I have not achieved any military achievements in a century. I have been thinking about how to eliminate the merits..."

This is when I am sleepy, someone gives me a pillow!

"Then Wu Xing is crazy."

Yang Zhuoxue's words made Chen An's abacus fail.

He was drunk and went to bed.

Yang Zhuoxue served him to sleep. Looking at the relaxation between his eyebrows, she couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Men always have to wear masks outside, and they can only be relaxed at home.

This was said by Li, and she also said that her wife’s duty is to relax the man who pretends to behave outside.

For example, Yang Jinian is always stern when he is adults. How could he last for so many years if he doesn’t relax?

She reached out and touched Chen An's eyebrows, feeling that his skin was a little rougher.

The sunshine in the southwest is very good.

She thought with a smile.

...

The Shen family was harmonious, but outside was shocked by the news of Chen An's return.

"He actually returned without orders?" An official was very happy.

Lu Hui's face was slightly cold, "Idiot! In the past century, the one who destroyed the country from abroad was Chen An. Such great achievements... From ancient times to the present, how many things happened to the great achievements and not rewarded ones. If the champion Hou did not die early, he would continue to kill and make contributions, what would he do in the future?"

The official said embarrassedly: "If you don't reward your achievements, you will be shocked by your master. I'm afraid the outcome will not be good."

"Since you know this, why are you talking about Wuling's return?" Lu Hui felt that these people were really stupid, no, they were afraid.

"Chen An returned home with his merits. Some people are afraid of being broken legs, but what are you afraid of?"

Everyone felt a little embarrassed.

"That man was too decisive." Lu Hui was a little melancholy. "If he was waiting for the orders of the court in Jiaozhi, his actions during this period might become a handle for future attacks, but this man actually returned directly, which shows that he knew these things were amazing."

"We have prepared many methods and waited for him to stay in Jiaozhi for half a year... But he has come back, and all those methods are abandoned, hey!"

The morale was wrong, Lu Hui stood up and said, "Since he has returned, the official must give him a reward. Go and inquire and see what the official has given him."

Someone went there.

The room was a little depressed. Lu Hui drank tea and thought about the changes in the court after Chen An returned, he couldn't help but feel a headache.

Just one person!

It caused a headache for a group of people.

He rubbed his temples and supported his chin with one hand, and fell asleep like that.
To be continued...