Yuan Bao laughed, "Besides, haven't you always called yourself my uncle? Now don't pretend to be a brother. How about I temporarily recognize you as my uncle and let you take advantage of me for a while?"

Nezha: "...That's really wronging my nephew."

"No grievance, no grievance."

Yuan Bao has a very generous heart. The most practical principle he learned from his father is: a man is a man who can bend and stretch.

As long as you can marry the person you love, other grievances don't matter.

Song Fan parachuted directly to Messuri at night.

The shadows it brought surrounded the entire mountain, but they were silent and blended into the night.

His current identity is different from before, and the news of this trip has been completely blocked, keeping King T a secret.

When they reached the halfway point of the mountain, Song Fan waved his hand, and his men immediately stayed where they were and retreated to both sides at the same time.

Also blended into the dark night.

A bright lamp was lit in the bamboo house, and Yan Yuan was sitting cross-legged on the bamboo couch, brewing a pot of health-preserving medicinal tea.

The moment the figure appeared outside, Yan Yuan spoke, "The door is not closed."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a tall, light gray figure appeared at the door.

Song Fan was wearing a light gray windbreaker and leather gloves. As he stepped through the door, a strong breeze came with him.

He has a thin face and three-dimensional facial features. I wonder if one of them really looks like the other. His eyebrows and facial features are very similar to Yan Yuan. Uninformed outsiders would really regard them as father and son. There is nothing in their appearance.

A sense of dissonance.

It's just that the temperament is really different.

Even if Yan Yuan is silent, he feels gentle and harmless. It is not without reason that he is called "a Confucian general"; Song Fan is cold and sharp, like an unsealed sharp blade.

It can even make people smell blood.

"The leather jacket is mine, right?"

Yan Yuan sat on the bamboo couch, raised his eyes, and said this as soon as he spoke.

Song Fan was not embarrassed at all. He walked towards him, nodded slightly and saluted, then raised his head and drank a cup of tea. He said coldly and calmly: "Leather clothes and gloves, except for my shoes, I wear them from head to toe.

Got it from the closet."

Yan Yuan looked at him, "You didn't touch my shoes."

"It's two sizes too small. It's too tight." Song Fan said.

"..."

Yan Yuan was stunned for a second, then raised his hand to chop off his head, but Song Fan didn't hide.

"Brat."

He raised his hand heavily, and when he lowered it, he lost some of his strength.

"Go buy a pair of clothes to wear. I won't leave you in poverty."

Yan Yuan warned like an old father. He used to buy clothes for the two brothers Song Fan and Song Xin. As Song Xin grew up, she bought clothes for them. She thought the clothes he bought were ugly.

Song Fan drank another cup of tea, picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Yan Yuan, and said only one word, "Busy."

One word, but Yan Yuan fell silent.

Seek his own government in his position.

How could he not know what kind of burden he had entrusted to Song Fan? He complained that Song Fan didn't contact him, and he kept saying it, but in fact, it was a good thing that he didn't contact him when he was busy. Their father and son always kept in touch.

, it’s a big deal.

"King T is old."

Song Fan put down the teapot, raised his head and looked at Yan Yuan, "In less than two years, the new king will take over."

Yan Yuan's hand holding the tea cup paused slightly, his light gray eyes flashing with light.

"When the time comes, country T will be in a different situation. You should get married and have children. To the new king, you are like a tiger and leopard that has lost its fangs. He will not embarrass you." Song Fan said:

"Besides, I'm not afraid."

Yan Yuan raised his lower lip lightly, "What if the new king refuses to let me go?"
Chapter completed!