The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"You're such a smart kid!" Pang Yi laughs, holding he Siwen and grins back and forth.

"My Lord!" The sound of the bodyguard suddenly came from outside.

"What's the matter?" Pang Yi put he Siwen down and raised the curtain and asked in a positive color.

"Report to your excellency, he Chengzhi, the general of the West Town, personally led his department to meet you, right ahead!" The bodyguard said with a fist.

"Seriously?" Without waiting for Pang Yi to open his mouth, he Siwen can't wait to show his small head. As expected, he Siwen looks at the white front. A team of men and horses are coming. He Chengzhi, the handsome general with silver armour, is not a bystander. He Siwen immediately excitedly puts his hands to his mouth, and then shouts, "Dad! I am Siwen! Dad! Uncle Pang and I have come to see you! "

He Chengzhi obviously heard it and waved to this side.

He Siwen could not wait any longer. He took pangyi's hand and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Pang, how about I ride to meet my father?"

"Cheng, it's just that the snow is slippery, and you have to be careful." Pang Yi readily agreed, clapped him on the back, and asked the bodyguard to bring him his little white horse.

He Siwen was very active since he was young. He had practiced Kung Fu with Kong Wenmin since he was five years old. When he was eight years old, he could not only ride a horse, but also draw a bow and take an arrow. Last year, the Turk emperor sent several blood BMW to Zhou. One of them was a white horse. He saw it at a glance. Zhong Mingwei gave it to he Siwen and he Siwen without saying anything He was very fond of it. When he came to the northwest this time, he was reluctant to drink his own colt, so he took his own colt with him.

At that moment, he Siwen got out of the carriage, got on the little white horse, shook his whip, and walked forward bravely: "drive!"

He Chengzhi watched a little white horse carrying his son running to him from a distance, and watched the half big boy, who was full of emotion for a while.

At that time, the reason why he Siwen was willing to stay in the capital and grow up under Zhong Mingwei's and Meiya's knees was that the bitter cold in the northwest was really not a good place for a four-year-old child. Moreover, he was too busy with military affairs to take good care of he Siwen. In fact, there was a deeper reason why he was doomed to not be harmonious in his life When bud meets each other, she secretly wants her son to accompany Meiya on his behalf, which should make up for his regret over the years. This is the best plan that a brother and a father can make for his sister and son.

"Drive, drive!"

The sound of the horse's hoof is louder and louder, and the little white horse is running more happily. He Siwen's appearance is more clear. He Chengzhi looks at the excitement and brightness on his son's face, as well as the confidence and heroism on his body. He always knows that Zhong Mingwei and Meiya take good care of he Siwen, but when he sees it, he finds that his son is better than he imagined.

"Dad!" He Siwen finally arrived in front of he Chengzhi. He pulled the reins of the horse, turned over and dismounted, knelt down to he Chengzhi and saluted, "my son has seen his father! My son's greetings to my father! "

"Get up!" He Chengzhi is too busy to get off the horse. He Siwen gets up while he is holding him. He looks at the young man who is heroic. He is excited. He suddenly raises his hand and beats him on the shoulder. He says with a smile, "boy! I haven't seen you for two years. I'm good again! "

"Haha, I've reached my father's shoulders. I'm sure I can grow taller than him in a few years!" He Siwen was a little proud. He gave the whip to the bodyguard, followed he Chengzhi to walk forward slowly, and said excitedly, "Dad, Dad, I'm old now, and I can take care of myself. If I want, I can live in the Northwest for a long time!"