Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 3.13

"Call—" Zhao Yijing stopped and looked at the familiar street in front of him, his expression unconcealed with excitement.

Counting the days, it has been six years since he left the capital and home.

"What's the matter?" Xing Xiaoya asked when raising the curtain.

"After crossing this street, I will come to my house." Zhao Yijing controlled the horse and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

"Yeah." Xing Xiaoya looked worried.

"Don't worry," Zhao Yijing understood her feelings, and he soothed: "My father is a very easygoing person, and he will definitely not embarrass you."

Xing Xiaoya bit her lips, her eyes flickered: "What about your mother?"

The smile on Zhao Yijing's face instantly faded a bit. At a celebration banquet two years ago, he learned his true identity from Zhao Lingwu.

He only said: "My mother has always been very good to me. If I like it, she will definitely like it too."

Xing Xiaoya understood, she lowered the curtain.

"Let's go." Zhao Yijing shouted: "Drive—"

The driver listened, flicked the whip in his hand, and the wheel turned.

The gate of Song Guogong's mansion opened wide.

The housekeeper Qiao Renyuan led a group of servants and servants at the door. Firecrackers were hung on both sides of the road, and they were lit together only when Meng Zezhi came back from a horse parade.

Qiao Renyuan waited left and right, but did not wait for Meng Zezhi to come back. Instead, he waited for a horse and three carriages to arrive, and the big spur pulled up and stopped at the front door.

Qiao Renyuan frowned slightly, and was about to talk to him. The one who started the head immediately jumped down and dropped the rein, and walked over in three and two steps.

When people approached, Qiao Ren's expression changed drastically when he saw his appearance clearly.

"Master of the country, madam..."

In Muyuantang, Zhao Lingwu and Xiao Clan were restless and looked forward to it.

Hearing the voice of the young man from a distance, the two of them smiled at the same time.

Sure enough, the little servant rushed in anxiously, and said out of breath: "Guo Duke, Madam...returned, returned."

Zhao Lingwu stood up suddenly.

But he didn't want the little servant to raise his voice and continue to say, "The son is back!"

Xiao Clan's expression was stagnant, both hands shook, and with a snap, the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground, and the porcelain pieces broke to the ground.

As soon as he entered the door, with a plop, Zhao Yijing knelt down: "Father, mother, the child is back."

Zhao Lingwu was so excited that he could hardly speak. He trembled and picked up Zhao Yijing, only repeatedly saying: "Just come back, just come back..."

The Xiao clan hugged Zhao Yijing directly, tears in his eyes: "My son, you have suffered, let me see..."

Zhao Yijing's body stiffened, and he reluctantly pretended to look like a mother and child filial piety, and said with red eyes, "The child is not filial, and my mother is worried."

Xiao Shi looked in his eyes and sneered.

At this moment, another young man rushed in and shouted: "I'm back, Grandpa Guo, Madam, Young Master Nine is back——"