Chapter 239 Returning Home

The Zhennan General's Mansion is located in the north of Qujiang City, close to the imperial palace.

Yuan Ming walked forward under the escort of the city guards. The people on both sides gradually retreated. Beside the wide road, luxurious mansions were scattered sparsely. Everything was the same as what Yuan Ming saw when he possessed Wang Shun.

In the distance, a five-story grayish-grey tower with eight-treasures appeared in Yuan Ming's field of vision, and his impatient mood became uneasy.

Suddenly, the city guard in charge of the escort paused. Yuan Ming subconsciously looked up and saw many people standing in front of the mansion gate not far away.

The two people in the lead were a man and a woman. The man was tall and straight, standing there motionless like a stone tablet guarding the mountain, but his temples were pale and his tiger eyes were misty.

The woman was elegant and her face was like a lotus emerging from the water, but her clothes were wet with tears. When she saw Yuan Ming, she was already crying.

Yuan Ming felt as if his throat was blocked, his eyes suddenly blurred, and his lips moved for a long time before he made a hoarse sound.

"Dad, Mom, the child is back..."

Hearing Yuan Ming's voice, the mother could no longer suppress her emotions, and hurried forward to hug him tightly: "Ming'er, my Ming'er is finally back, let mother take a good look."

Yuan Ming felt the long-lost warm embrace and looked at his father at the same time.

The father who was always serious in his memory wiped his face at this time, walked to Yuan Ming's side, and said with relief: "It's good to be back, it's good to be back."

Seeing this scene, Fu Qing and his soldiers standing guard on the side were all sighing, and the mother's personal maids were crying.

"Okay, Madam, Ming'er finally came back, don't let him stand outside all the time." Yuan Zuochong patted Yuan Ming's mother on the shoulder.

Hearing this, Yuan Ming's mother finally stopped crying, and Yuan Zuochong also sent a look to the side, indicating that the maids should take her and Yuan Ming into the mansion.

Then, he called Fu Qing and turned to look at the soldiers who had escorted Yuan Ming all the way: "Thank you brothers for escorting my son back. Fu Qing, give them ten taels of silver each, and prepare some to send to the city gate."

Hearing that there was silver to be taken, the gatekeepers were grateful.

On the other side, Yuan Ming was pulled into the general's mansion by his mother, and saw an open courtyard behind the mansion gate.

At this time, almost all the servants and maids in the general's mansion gathered here, looking at their young master, but the feelings of curiosity and expectation could not be hidden.

Yuan Ming looked around and saw many familiar faces in the crowd, including Wang Shun.

Seemingly noticing Yuan Ming's gaze, Wang Shun looked over subconsciously.

Yuan Ming smiled in his heart, remembering that Wang Shun had raised horses for him in the past, and they had a good relationship. Moreover, he had borrowed his eyes to see the situation in the mansion, so he blinked at him and nodded.

Wang Shun was stunned at first, then he showed an expression of being flattered. Yuan Ming stepped forward and gently patted Wang Shun on the shoulder. Recalling the situation when he possessed Wang Shun, Yuan Ming smiled and continued to walk forward with his mother.

The two walked all the way to the north of the courtyard before stopping. At this time, Yuan Zuochong also followed and stood beside Yuan Ming, letting him face the many servants standing below and gave him a look.

The father and son had a tacit understanding. Yuan Ming suddenly realized and stepped forward to clear his throat.

Looking at the servants he knew and didn't know, Yuan Ming said loudly: "Look up, everyone. You should all know that more than three years ago, Yuan was unfortunately lost in southern Xinjiang. Now he is blessed by heaven and has returned by chance. It is a great joy to see his parents again."

"To celebrate, Yuan announces that now all servants in the mansion, regardless of size, will be rewarded with one or two taels of money, and this year's annual salary will be increased by 30%!"

Instantly, the servants in the courtyard were boiling. Their hearts, which were already excited because of Yuan Ming's return, became even more excited. There was also a bit of undisguised enthusiasm in their eyes looking at him.

"Thank you, general, congratulations, young master!"

Amid the servants and maids shouting in unison, Yuan Ming smiled and waved his hand, turned around and went into the house with his parents, leaving them excited and bringing the entire general's mansion into celebration.

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Inside the house, the mother took Yuan Ming to sit down, touched his face, and cried again: "Ming'er has grown stronger, but darker, mother can hardly recognize him, how much hardship you have endured in southern Xinjiang."

Yuan Ming choked a little, but couldn't bear to make his mother worry: "It's okay, mother, I'm fine, and I'm back, aren't I?"

The mother wiped her tears, still distressed: "Your hair is messy, it wouldn't be like this with mother taking care of it before."

As she said that, she suddenly ordered the servants to bring a bronze mirror, and took Yuan Ming to comb his hair again.

Yuan Ming couldn't resist her, so he could only sit in front of the bronze mirror and let his mother do whatever she wanted.

His mother's face was reflected in the bronze mirror. He looked at her silently. Compared with three years ago, his mother had lost a lot of weight. There were some fine lines on her forehead and eyes. There were more white hair on her temples than when she possessed his father last time. The tears on her cheeks had not yet dried up, but at this moment, she was smiling, as if being able to comb her son's hair was a happy thing.

His father also stood up silently. He looked at Yuan Ming with a very complicated expression on his face, which seemed to be relieved, distressed, or self-blame and worry.

Soon, his mother helped Yuan Ming comb his hair. He stood up a little embarrassedly. At his mother's urging, he turned around reluctantly and showed his current appearance to his mother.

"Ming'er has grown up." Yuan Zuo said.

His mother nodded, but her eyes suddenly fell on Yuan Ming's clothes.

She took a few steps forward, touched the corner of Yuan Ming's clothes with her hand, and said urgently: "These are the clothes Ming'er bought in southern Xinjiang? This kind of inferior material, how have you ever worn such clothes before! No, The new clothes are ready, I’ll find someone to get them right away.”

Yuan Ming stopped her with a wry smile: "Mom, don't bother, I'm used to wearing these clothes."

"You kid, how can you wear this clothes to meet people? Listen to me, don't show your temper."

Mother said, and started scolding again: "I advised you not to go on a mission at that time, but you insisted on going out to make contributions, and you ended up in trouble in southern Xinjiang. When I was a child, I said that there is more than just the Changchun Guan sect in the world. Your grandma's sect is not bad either, so I asked you to take the white jade ring passed down by grandma, but you don't want to. If you go, you won't suffer this disaster."

Listening to his mother's nagging, Yuan Ming always had to say something back in the past, but today his mother's nagging was particularly kind.

At this time, Yuan Zuochong suddenly coughed twice: "Let's talk about these things later. Madam, you haven't recovered from your illness these days. Go and rest first, and let Ming'er and I chat alone."

"Mom, are you feeling well?" Although Yuan Ming knew that his mother was sick last time he possessed his father, he didn't expect that he still hadn't recovered after so long.

"Don't listen to your father's nonsense. Mom is fine."

After being interrupted by Yuan Zuochong, the mother finally stopped scolding. Although she still wanted to talk to Yuan Ming more, she knew that her husband must have something important to talk to Yuan Ming, so she didn't stay any longer. She gave Yuan Ming a few words and then got up and left. .

Seeing this situation, Yuan Zuochong glanced around and said: "You all should go down first, Fu Qing. You and your people will guard outside and don't let anyone in."

Seeing that what he was going to say was so confidential, Yuan Ming was shocked and wondered what had happened in the capital during this period.

After everyone else left the house, Yuan Ming released the soul crow to monitor the entire palace. Yuan Zuochong was slightly surprised when he saw it.

"I heard from Fu Qing that Minger, your strength is far superior to him?" Yuan Zuochong asked.

Hearing this, Yuan Ming smiled slightly, took out the Cold Star Sword, and activated the ice runes on it. Suddenly, the air of extreme cold filled the air, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a lot.

At the same time, he summoned the Qingyun Crane and made it stand alone in the house.

"Father, please see, these are the magic weapons and flying spiritual pets that the child obtained in southern Xinjiang. It is with them that the child can return to the Jin Dynasty." Yuan Ming said this, his cultivation at this moment was concealed by Zangyuan Technique. , only showing a level around the middle of the Qi refining period.

Yuan Zuochong is also a person who knows things. When he saw these two things, his eyes flashed: "Yes, it seems that Ming'er has another fortune in southern Xinjiang. With just this sword and crane, even my father is no match for you. Okay. ,Hurrah!"

As the Zhennan General of the Jin Dynasty, Yuan Zuochong was naturally a practitioner. His cultivation level was much higher than that of Fu Qing, but he was only at about the seventh level of Qi training.

"My father has already read the secret letter you asked Fu Qing to bring back, Ming'er. You have really suffered in the past three years. It's a pity that the situation in the DPRK has changed, and my father can't even help you avenge it. "Yuan Zuochong sighed.

Yuan Ming was confused: "Why did father say this?"

Yuan Zuochong shook his head: "Lin Junsheng is now a disciple of Changchun Temple. The Lin family is now favored by the Eight Emperors, so he has gained power and gradually controlled Chao Gang. Now that the situation has been established, he cannot be touched by his father."

"I remember that Lin Junsheng's qualifications are almost the same as mine. Why did Changchun Temple accept him? How is His Majesty doing now?" Yuan Ming asked doubtfully.

Yuan Zuochong explained: "The matter has to start with the mission. After you disappeared, Lin Junsheng took the decision without authorization and continued his mission to southern Xinjiang in your place. When he came back, he relied on his merits as a mission, but he didn't know where he came from. I found a way and directly joined the Changchun Temple. As for His Majesty, he has been obsessed with cultivating immortals in these years and gradually ignored political affairs, leaving all government affairs to the Eight Emperors. This is how the Lin family got the opportunity. "

Yuan Ming recalled that the reason why the little emperor Liu Tianming set foot on the path of immortality was because the incense he used to possess him for the first time was the original black incense. I am afraid that in addition to controlling his actions, the influence of his thoughts is not small.

But the current situation between the DPRK and China, in the final analysis, has something to do with him.

Yuan Zuochong didn't know what Yuan Ming was thinking, but he still sighed with emotion: "Speaking of which, it was because of the late emperor's entrustment that I chose to assist your majesty. Seeing that your majesty was devoted to cultivation and ignored the government, I gradually let go of my power and thought about putting myself in charge. Considering your cultivation level, if you have the chance, you might be able to attack the foundation..."

After a pause, he continued: "I received your secret letter and learned that it was Lin Junsheng who harmed you. I wanted to deal with him, but he was already a disciple of Changchun Temple and usually stayed behind closed doors. Alas... …Opportunities are hard to come by.”