Zuo Junmo arrived at Luo's house just before sunset.

"I'm sorry, I encountered something on the way and was delayed, Feng Tang?"

"It's me." Luo Fengtang nodded.

Zuo Junmo showed joy on his face and stepped forward and patted Luo Fengtang on the shoulder: "Fengtang, when did you come back? In total, we haven't talked together for a long time. If I had known in advance that you would be coming back today, I would have taken it with you.

Bring the wine!"

Luo Fengtang smiled faintly: "Brother Zuo, you don't need too good wine. My uncle has several jars of shochu hidden away, so he can take care of it for the night!"

Zuo Junmo was very happy, smiled heartily, put his arm around Luo Fengtang's shoulders and walked into the main room together.

The topic that men chat about is naturally the vast sea and the sky.

Zuo Junmo wanted to ask about Yang Ruoqing's situation in the capital several times, but he thought that although Luo Fengtang was a general and broad-minded, he was jealous when it came to love between men and women.

He had learned before that Luo Fengtang was a silent jealous person, so Zuo Junmo could only bear not to ask.

But in the end, I couldn't help but want to express some concern: "Fengtang, have you and Qing'er... seen each other recently? I wonder how she is doing in the capital?"

Luo Fengtang drank tea and chatted with Zuo Junmo. He seemed to have a normal expression, but in his heart he was as clear as a mirror.

Although Brother Zuo's son is seven or eight years old, he still can't let go of Qing'er in his heart.

Several times I struggled to find out about Qing'er, but I had some scruples, so I asked around and around in other ways.

Luo Fengtang calmly took a sip of tea and asked Zuo Junmo: "Why, didn't Qing'er mention it in her letter?"

Zuo Junmo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "To be honest, Qing'er and I exchanged a letter with her about this when I found Jingling, but we never saw her again.

He is highly trusted by the emperor and shoulders important responsibilities, but I am also burdened with chores."

The corners of Luo Fengtang's lips suddenly raised, and then he realized that this moment was not suitable for such a cheerful smile, so he coughed lightly and said seriously: "I went to the capital some time ago and had a little get-together with Qing'er. She has everything in the capital.

Anhao, and told me about Jingling."

"Brother Zuo, I sincerely congratulate you on the reunion between father and son. I met the kid from Jingling before. He has beautiful features and fine bones. He is a good material for martial arts training!"

Zuo Junmo was very happy to hear Luo Fengtang praise his son so much.

"Miu Zai Mi Zai, this child grew up in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. He followed his mother on the water and made a living by fishing. He started school late and had no experience in making friends with his peers. He was taciturn and rarely spoke, even for me, my biological father.

, and I’ve never heard him scream even once, hey!”

When it came to Zuo Jingling's reluctance to talk, Luo Fengtang straightened his posture with a look of concern on his face.

"Is this child due to his personality? Or is it due to other reasons? Have you asked a doctor to take a look?" Luo Fengtang asked again.

Zuo Junmo nodded, "I have seen so many famous doctors. My mother even privately invited a local... psychic to come and take a look at Jingling to see if there is anything missing in the Five Elements."

"In the end, everything is fine. This child just doesn't speak. He obviously has a sound tongue, tongue, teeth, and good ears and eyesight. Hey, when I mention this, it feels like there is a stone stuck in my heart. I feel so depressed!"

Zuo Junmo mistook the tea in front of him for wine and drank it all in one gulp.

Luo Fengtang also accompanied him and drank it all in one gulp.

"I heard from my daughter that although Jingling doesn't like to talk, he is willing to communicate with others and does not blindly immerse himself in himself. This is a good thing. Maybe as he grows older and communicates more with others, he will be able to talk more.

Already." He said.

Zuo Junmo smiled bitterly, "I hope so, but there is something strange."

"Oh? Brother Zuo, come and listen."

"Jingling, this child, was unwilling to communicate with anyone when he first came here, but he became attached to the baby. Even though he didn't make a sound, he was able to communicate with the baby through drawing and writing."

"Furthermore, Feng Tang, have you noticed that Jingling likes to cling to the baby. He follows the baby wherever he goes. He has become her little tail."

When talking about the interesting things about their two children, both fathers laughed heartily.

Especially Luo Fengtang, he was finally able to use the children's interesting things to make him laugh together at the things he wanted to laugh about before but couldn't.

In such a long time, Qing'er only exchanged one letter with Brother Zuo, and it was Brother Zuo who found his son and wrote to Qing'er specifically to tell him about it, and Qing'er gave him a reply.

At other times, Qing'er didn't exchange letters with Brother Zuo, but Qing'er and herself, hey, kept writing letters every half a month.

Each time there are four pieces of letter paper, one for business and two for encrypted letters about lovesickness.

The last one was to ask a painter from the capital to draw her face and send it to him so that he could see her and think about her when he missed her.

This is a sweet thing that Luo Fengtang hides in his heart, and it is also a secret between him and Qing'er. It is inconvenient to tell Zuo Junmo too much.

That night, the two held a candlelight conversation and talked about Jingling's child. Out of concern, Luo Fengtang asked about Jingling's biological mother.

"Brother Zuo, I would like to ask, when did you and your sister-in-law meet? We have known each other for many years, but why have we never heard of you mentioning it?"

Luo Fengtang did not doubt the father-son relationship between Jingling and Zuo Junmo at all, because Jingling's facial features were exactly the same as Zuo Junmo's.

When you grow up in the future, you will definitely be the best among people.

Zuo Junmo only told Mrs. Zuo about Jingling's biological mother. Even in his letters to Yang Ruoqing, he only mentioned a few words casually without going into details.

Tonight, after drinking wine and chatting with Luo Fengtang, Zuo Junmo became very interested, and Zuo Junmo told all about Jingling's biological mother.

Luo Fengtang was stunned when he heard this.

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he wouldn't have believed that Zuo Junmo, who had always been clean and self-sufficient, would be involved in such a romantic debt and even left behind a son.

Seeing Zuo Junmo's ashamed look, Luo Fengtang comforted him: "Brother Zuo, you don't have to be like this. You just made a mistake that most men make."

Yes, most men.

And I am among those few.

Zuo Junmo smiled bitterly: "...After all, I was the one who failed her and also wronged Jingling..."

Luo Fengtang said: "It's not too late to make up for it. It's a blessing for this child, Jingling, to be able to be born as Brother Zuo's son."

Zuo Junmo smiled bitterly, nodded, picked up the tea bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

The next morning, Luo Fengtang got up very early, and the first thing he did was to practice boxing and archery with Luo Baobao and Jingling.

Jingling likes to ride horses, and Luo Fengtang also took Jingling and Luo Baobao to ride horses on the official road.

After breakfast, Luo Fengtang went to his father-in-law's house next door to visit Yang Huazhong.
Chapter completed!