Three thousand miles in exile

In the beginning of spring, the heavy snow has melted, and spring farming is in full swing everywhere.

Several construction sites were also started at the same time.

The buildings on Fenghuang Hill have already taken shape. From a distance, the huge buildings are located on the hill overlooking the entire Jinyang City.

The eyes of the people are sharp. The layout of this new general's mansion is not an ordinary mansion at first glance. Those wide and heavy foundations, as well as the walls and gates three feet high, no matter how you look at it, it looks more like a palace.

Gradually, there was a rumor circulating in the streets and alleys of Jinyang City that General Qi Yun would become king after the palace was completed.

"It has already been spread in the market, except for occasional uncoordinated voices. Most of the common people recognize General Qi Yun. As long as General Qi Yun is the king, they will accept it."

Song Fenglin nodded. "Continue to pay attention."

"This subordinate understands." The dark guard reported some other work before leaving.

Now that northern Xinjiang has a good harvest every year, the storeroom is full, the population of the people and the strength of the military camp are increasing, and the best era is ushering in northern Xinjiang, and the founding of the country is the general trend.

In this way, at the beginning of summer, the spring plowing was completely over, more and more young and strong people entered the construction site, and the progress of the projects in various places also increased.

There is an endless stream of officials entering and leaving the General's Mansion every day, and the meeting hall cannot stand at all.

Song Fenglin has let go of the affairs of the Jinyang County Government, and the seal of the Jinyang County Governor is in the hands of Wen Qingshan, and he will be promoted to be the Jinyang County Governor after Liu Zhan ascends the throne.

As for Yan Qixiu, he arranged another idle job so that he could continue fooling around.

Because he let go of the affairs of the county government office, Song Fenglin worked in the general's mansion. When officials had something to report to the most people, Song Fenglin could only move a chair to the courtyard to discuss matters with everyone.

"Mr. Song!" Li Asan walked over blissfully. "Someone from the Liu residence came to announce the good news, the young lady gave birth to a boy safely!"

Last month, Liu Zhan granted permission to Liu Mingcong to go home with Song Fengxi to wait for the delivery. After all, the day was coming soon. Song Fenglin was waiting for news from home every day. Today, he finally calmed down and showed a long-lost smile.

"well……"

In this way, forget about his worries, and Liu Zhan can be regarded as having a future.

"Ma'am." Liu Zhan's laughter spread into the study from afar. "Little sister gave birth to Lin'er, you are now an uncle."

It was cool in early summer, and Song Fenglin was standing on the porch in unclothed clothes, watching Liu Zhan striding towards him with a smile on his face.

"I can't catch up with Xisan, and I have to go back to the full moon wine."

"Naturally." Liu Zhan had just returned from the barracks, with a saber still hanging from his belt around his waist, and he stopped in front of the corridor holding the saber.

"Let the people below handle the affairs in the yamen. If there is nothing left and right, we will patrol the various places along the way. It will take many days to stop and stop on the road."

Song Fenglin nodded.

After all these years of fighting Yan, they finally settled down, and the two of them were in a good mood to roam the northern border.

Since it was going to be a holiday, how could Liu Zhan treat himself badly, the first stop was to go to Biezhuang to rest for a few days to live the world of two people.

The Biezhuang has a special person to take care of it, and the two of them don't come here many times. Every time they come to stay for a short time, the servants will be dismissed in advance. In the huge Biezhuang, there are only guards stationed in the outer courtyard. Unless it is urgent, no trespassing is allowed.

At the turn of spring and summer, a hundred flowers bloom.

There are four distinct seasons in northern Xinjiang, and the manor forests show different scenery in different seasons.

Song Fenglin was attracted by the flowers in the garden as soon as he arrived, and spent the whole afternoon painting on the second-floor attic.

"General, the style of the dragon robe has been made, and I send it here for your review." Liu Cheng came to Biezhuang with two boxes in his hands.

It took half a year for the embroiderers to hurry up and make it. If Liu Zhan was not satisfied, he had to make it again. Only when the sample was confirmed could he make more copies.

Counting the days, there was not enough time after such a toss, so Liu Cheng chased to Biezhuang to let Liu Zhan take a look as soon as possible.

The unlined clothes on Liu Zhan's body were loose and loose, revealing his strong chest. Anyway, Liu Cheng was not an outsider and he didn't bother to take care of himself.

Opening the box casually, the black dragon robe was neatly folded, but in the middle was embroidered with gold thread a calm and majestic walking dragon, vividly and exquisitely embroidered.

"If there is only a walking dragon on the dragon robe, it would be too plain. The minister and others discussed and embroidered a circle of patterns on the hem. You can take a look." Liu Cheng has no idea, and he doesn't know whether Liu Zhan likes it or not.

"That's it." Liu Zhan was easy to talk, he opened another box, and it was a silver-white dragon robe.

Liu Cheng took the initiative to explain. "The king's clothes can't be the same as the queen's clothes. The general loves Mr. Song, but there are still some differences in the etiquette system, so Mr. Song's dragon robe is embroidered with tuanlong."

Tuanlong has a gentle appearance. Compared with the domineering and domineering all over the body of the black dragon robe, this silver-white dragon robe looks restrained and graceful.

"Very well, it suits him."

Liu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Make more clothes, and the color can be changed. Mine is mainly dark, and Mr. Song's is mainly light. He doesn't like too bright." Liu Zhan felt very satisfied with the silver-white dragon robe.

"I understand." Liu Cheng didn't want to delay Liu Zhan's rest, so he packed up and left immediately, but Liu Zhan held down the box.

"Stay here for now, and send someone to pick it up tomorrow."

There was silence in the attic, only the sound of the wind blowing through the woods.

Liu Zhan put the box on the floor and sat down on the floor.

"Don't sit on the ground, and catch a cold carefully." Song Fenglin glanced at it and continued to draw.

"The dragon robe is ready, can you take a look?" Liu Zhan stretched his body casually against the soft pillow on the floor.

After hearing this, Song Fenglin immediately stopped writing. "It was done so quickly, Liu Cheng is really reliable in his work."

You must know that the materials and embroidery work of the dragon robe are all hand-made, especially the embroidery work. All the patterns are embroidered one stitch at a time, and it can be completed in half a year.

Liu Zhan lifted the lid with a hook, but saw a silver and white dragon robe lying quietly in it.

This color is really not what Liu Zhan likes to wear. Song Fenglin was stunned for a while, but didn't realize it all at once.

"Liu Cheng didn't ask what sex you want?"

"This color is pretty." Liu Zhan didn't change his face.

The expression on Song Fenglin's face was indescribable, it was really... Liu Zhan, he was so imposing, and wearing pure white suppressed him from appearing nondescript.

"Does the embroidery look good?" Liu Zhan stood up.

The embroidery is impeccable, and it is naturally beautiful.

Liu Zhan grabbed the dragon robe and shook it off. Song Fenglin was stunned the moment the dragon robe was shaken off, and his eyes were in a daze.

Having been together day and night for more than ten years, you can tell at a glance what size clothes the other party wears, and this dragon robe does not belong to Liu Zhan.

"Raise your hand." Liu Zhan went around behind Song Fenglin and kissed him on the ear. "Try?"

His breathing became disordered for a moment, and Song Fenglin's ice crystal eyes were full of surprise.

"I originally asked Liu Cheng to make the same dragon robe. They felt that the king and the queen should be different, so they embroidered the dragon for you without authorization. Fortunately, this dragon is embroidered very well and suits your temperament, otherwise I would get angry." Liu Cheng Zhan put it on for him while talking.

"You..." Song Fenglin wanted to say something, but he choked for a while before speaking in a hoarse voice. "you sure?"

"Definitely." Liu Zhan hurriedly tied the belt for him, and then took a step back to look carefully.

"nice."

Mr. Song is such a noble and natural man, his lofty aura complements this silver and white dragon robe, which makes people feel ashamed on weekdays, but now it makes people dare not look directly at him.

"It's still too late for you to regret it now." Song Fenglin looked at him seriously.

Not to mention how they are recorded in the history books, the royal power cannot be touched, and the world has been fighting for thousands of years, all because of this dragon robe.

It's too late to hold on to the royal power, so how could someone split half of it out.

Song Fenglin thinks that Liu Zhan is stupid, also thinks that Liu Zhan is deeply affectionate, and also wonders whether Liu Zhan is just in a daze.

"You often say that I am overthinking, but in fact you are no worse than me." Liu Zhan's eyes were serious. "You are my wife. Of course, half of the mountains and rivers that my husband built, you are the only one."

Liu Zhan pinched his red ear beads. "It is your right."

What royal power, what interests, Liu Zhan only attributed to one sentence, husband and wife should share weal and woe.

In this regard, Song Fenglin still couldn't break away from the rules and regulations of ethics. Facing the same thing, he thought it was much more complicated.

Along the way these years, the two have achieved each other. Liu Zhan has seen it clearly from the very beginning. As a husband and wife, if they can share adversity, they must also share wealth, that's all.

Song Fenglin's heart was in turmoil, and only Liu Zhan could make his calm heart become turbulent.

"If you want to accept the harem in the future, I will not agree." After holding back for a long time, I held back this sentence.

Liu Zhan was taken aback.

In an instant, he understood the entanglement in Song Fenglin's heart all along.

When Liu Zhan became the king above tens of millions of people, he could have three thousand beauties in the harem, as long as he wanted, regardless of gender.

With a puff, Liu Zhan laughed out loud, Mr. Song was the only one who was so ambiguously jealous.

Song Fenglin's face was flushed.

Liu Zhan pulled the man into his arms and circled him tightly. "It's been so many years, when did I mess around behind your back? What are you thinking about?"

Turning away blushing, Song Fenglin didn't dare to look at him, feeling that he was really stingy, but at the same time he felt that being stingy was stingy, and he just couldn't share her husband with others.

"I also ordered Liu Cheng to make your mianfu." Liu Zhan whispered with his ear beads in his mouth.

Song Fenglin was astonished, and his phoenix eyes widened for a moment.

Liu Zhan circled him leisurely, with smiles in his eyes. "The day of the enthronement ceremony is also the day of our wedding. I said that I will marry you, and I will not let you marry like a woman."

Although Song Fenglin knew very well that Liu Zhan would do what he said, and had heard too much that he would marry him, he was still extremely shocked when he heard Liu Zhan's final arrangement.

"Be my queen." Liu Zhan pecked his pale pink lips.

Those beautiful phoenix eyes gradually became foggy, and Song Fenglin finally nodded after being stunned for a long time.

At this time, Song Fenglin finally nodded, which made Liu Zhan more happy. He laughed, picked up the man, and pressed him on the Arhat couch.

"If I cheat in the future, it's up to you to deal with it." Liu Zhan kissed him, restless with his hands through the dragon robe.

"Don't dirty the dragon robe..." Song Fenglin quickly pushed him away.

In the evening, the setting sun fell mottled through the woods on a pool of soup springs. In the steaming heat, Liu Zhan stretched his arms on the edge of the pool, feeling very relieved.

On the other side of the soup pool, Song Fenglin was sitting on the edge of the pool soaking his feet in unlined clothes, his cold white skin adding a bit of ice-like luster in the water.

"Come down, it's fun to soak your feet bare." Liu Zhan flicked water at him.

"No more." Song Fenglin didn't look sideways. He hadn't exhausted his tossing about in the attic just now. He didn't look like someone with excess energy.

"Come with me tonight and not torment you."

Song Fenglin's unlined clothes hung loosely on his shoulders, revealing his firm and snow-white chest.

Liu Zhan's eyes are dark, Tang Quanqing can see the bottom, his strong chest and powerful waist are unreservedly displayed.

Song Fenglin glanced at Liu Zhan, snorted, lifted his clean chin, proud and flamboyant.

"The general is about to become king, but you want to arrange a draft girl?" Seemingly kicking the water carelessly, those phoenix eyes are full of ice knives.

Liu Zhan punctured others' minds, this is no longer embarrassing, and the anger has not passed.

"Who said you won't marry me? I don't recognize this jealousy." Liu Zhan smiled softly.

"You never told me that you wouldn't accept the harem." Song Fenglin was still angry. Anyway, he said it, so he no longer hid his thoughts, but what should be angry is still angry.

When he got angry, he added a bit of expression, and it was good to stare at people.

Liu Zhan sees him all the time.

"Come." Liu Zhan spread his arms and motioned for him to come.

The so-called proud nature, how can Mr. Song come to him immediately, but the person who only has his eyes on him can't resist the call of doting.

Liu Zhan watched Song Fenglin take off his single clothes without blinking.

In the secluded forest, the jasper of the Xiangxi River, Mr. Song came by stepping on the spring water, neither hurried nor slow, neither humble nor overbearing, like the proud frost branch in the depths of the wind and snow.

Liu Zhan felt that he was the lucky one.

"Why are you angry, huh?" Liu Zhan pulled him into his arms to tease him deliberately. "In northern Xinjiang, who doesn't know Mr. Song's reputation, and whoever dares to climb Mr. Song's man's bed will not be afraid of dying to see the sun tomorrow."

Song Fenglin turned his head to the side and didn't bother to pay attention to him, Liu Zhan took advantage of the situation to kiss and bite his Adam's apple, continuing to be teasing. "If I am king, I will first make you the number one beauty in Northern Xinjiang..."

The two stayed in the Biezhuang for several days. After being tired for many years, and because Song Fenglin was willing to be his queen, Liu Zhan felt more comfortable than ever.

The Liu Mansion in Cangyun Town is still the same, the only difference is that it is more lively.

As soon as Liu Zhan arrived home, he was surrounded by children.

Liu Mingche had three children in one room, Liu Mingdan had two children in one room, Li Xiaolian had four children in one room, and one daughter of Liu Yuexin. There were so many children that Liu Zhan couldn't even recognize their names.

Fortunately, Song Fenglin prepared some golden beans in advance for him to reward the juniors, otherwise ten children would not know how to deal with him surrounding him.

"You Ning, take them to play." Liu Zhan divided the golden beans and asked Liu You Ning to take his younger siblings to the backyard.

In a moment the children ran out of the hall, cheering.

"Zhan'er is not in a hurry to return to Jinyang after this trip, right?" Liu Xueyi asked with a smile on his face.

"It will be kept until after the child's full moon banquet." The child Liu Zhan was talking about was naturally the little grandson Liu Xueyuan just got.

"Okay, that's good." Liu Xueyuan was in high spirits on happy occasions, and when he thought of his little grandson, he even narrowed his eyes with a smile. "We talked about it a few days ago, I don't know if you and Feng Lin will have time to come back."

"Of course I'm coming back." Liu Zhan took a sip of tea.

Liu Xueyi crossed his legs and held a jade wishful in his hand to play with. "Zhan'er, are you and Fenglin still not at home for the New Year this year? The old lady has been thinking about you all the time."

"We will celebrate the New Year together this year, and I will pick you up to Jinyang in October at the latest." Liu Zhan put down the teacup.

Liu Mingche and Liu Mingdan were very happy when they heard this. The two of them had long envied the rich life in Jinyang City.

In the evening, there was a banquet in the mansion, and the Song mansion next door also came. Because Song Fengxi was still in confinement and it was inconvenient to meet guests, the eldest lady brought her grandson out to show everyone.

"Mom, I want to hug." Liu Mingcong went to pick him up.

"No, you're messy." The eldest lady pushed the younger son away, but handed the younger grandson to Liu Zhan.

Back then, Liu Mingcong was brought by Liu Zhan with the help of Liu Zhan. The baby who was not yet full moon was limp, but Liu Zhan held it firmly.

"It looks much better than Cong'er." Liu Zhan thought that the blood of the Song family was not bad, so he hugged her for a while before handing it to Song Fenglin. "Uncle, come and give me a hug."

Song Fenglin was not very good at holding such a small baby, and was frightened for a moment, so it was Mrs. Song who quickly took it over and rescued him.

"I still have to work hard to have more children. It's up to you to spread the branches and leaves." Liu Zhan patted Liu Mingcong on the shoulder, and everyone laughed at his words.

After all, the child was still young, and when he showed his face, he hugged him back to his mother.

The atmosphere of the banquet was harmonious, talking and laughing lively. .