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"Is this man your father?" Mo Beichen looked at the unconscious old man on the sickbed.

"I don't know." Yi Qingyun's face was very indifferent.

The reunion of father and son who have been separated for more than 40 years is not as exciting and enthusiastic as imagined.

Yi Qingyun just glanced at it hastily, and then called Qiao Zhen for treatment, and there was no more to say.

"When did he leave you?" Mo Beichen asked softly on the way back.

"It's less than ten years old, I can't remember." The man's tone was very flat, as if he was talking about an unimportant person.

Mo Beichen felt that the other party was holding his hand tightly, and he knew that the man's heart might not be as indifferent as it appeared on the surface.

"Do you want to tell Mrs. Yi?"

"No, send it away after treatment."

Mo Beichen's eyes drooped slightly and he didn't speak. It was not easy for him to intervene in this matter.

Obviously, the arrival of this father will definitely bring some unrest.

But I didn't expect that about three days later, news came from there.

"Dijun, that old gentleman wishes to see you." Qiao Zhen said with her head down.

"..."

The man was sitting at the desk and dealing with affairs, staring at the official document intently.

Qiao Zhen came to the hall, saluted, then raised her head quietly, her eyes inadvertently fell on that handsome and extraordinary face, with a lingering obsession in her eyes.

"Qingyun, do you really not plan to meet your father?" Qiao Zhen boldly stepped forward and called the man.

"You only need to cure him, and don't worry about other things." The man put down one official document and picked up another.

"However, that old gentleman's attitude is very firm. He said he won't treat you properly unless he sees you." Seeing the man's indifference, Qiao Zhen's gentle tone contained some grievances, "He's at the door, Qingyun, you just meet him."

Seeing the man put down the official document without opening his mouth, Qiao Zhen took it for granted.

After a while, Qiao Zhen limped over with an old man on crutches.

"Uncle, that's the emperor." Qiao Zhen said softly to the old man.

"I think I misidentified the person. This should not be the same person." The old man glanced at the god-like man and silently withdrew his eyes.

The whole person was in a panic. If Qiao Zhen hadn't helped him, the old man would have almost fallen to the ground.

"Uncle, our emperor is from the Yi family and his name is Qingyun. You are not mistaken." Qiao Zhen quickly comforted her.

"But...it's not like it at all." The old man murmured, "It's not the same as when I was a child."

"It's been different for a long time. Besides, Emperor Qingyun got a chance to change his appearance during his cultivation. Would you like to take a closer look?" Qiao Zhen guided the old man to a chair and sat down.

"Is this really me, my son?" The old man's hands trembled slightly.

"Yes, why don't I step down first, and you and Dijun can catch up on the old days." Qiao Zhen smiled at the old man, then saluted respectfully, and left the door.

After Qiao Zhen left, the old man became visibly cramped, and the room became very quiet.

Both sat without looking at each other.

No one can believe that these two people are actually father and son.

"Qingyun." Yi Zhenyao finally mustered up the courage to speak.

Yi Qingyun's eyes finally fell on this old face.

"I'm fine, and so is my mother, don't worry."

"Ah, as long as you're okay." Yi Zhenyao pursed his dry lips, "I'm relieved now."

"After you are cured, you can leave on your own."

"I. I won't go, Qingyun, at least... let me see your mother again." Yi Zhenyao was a little emotional, with some pleading in his eyes.

"I'm not discussing with you." Yi Qingyun didn't let go because of the man's plea.

"Qingyun, I didn't intentionally let you and your mother go. My father's leg was crippled and he became a useless person. I have no face to come back to see your mother, see you!"

"If I come back, I will cause you and your mother to be laughed at by people in the clan. I can't do this! Qingyun, don't blame me."

"I don't blame you." The man stood up, "I will give you enough spirit stones, and then you can go back to where you have been."

"Qingyun! I am your father! I am your biological father!" Yi Zhenyao staggered and stood up while leaning on a cane.

Yi Qingyun acted as if he had never heard of it, "Take him away."

"Dijun, uncle—" Qiao Zhen couldn't bear it.

"Take him away."

Looking at the man's sharp eyes, Qiao Zhen didn't dare to say another word.

No one dared to really disobey this man's order, and inheriting the Xuanhuang bloodline made the man's words inherently have the ability to make people submit.

"Huh? Why are you in the bedroom at this point?" Mo Beichen came back from the outside and was shocked to see the man sitting beside him.

At this point, Yi Qingyun should still be dealing with affairs.

The man closed his eyes slightly, looking a little tired.

"What's wrong?" Mo Beichen approached with concern.

He sat on the man's lap and gently rubbed his temple with his hands, "Who upset you?"

"It's okay, but my head hurts a little." The slender arms hugged him in his arms.

Mo Beichen's thoughts turned slightly, and he guessed eight points. He turned his phoenix eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Qingyun, I went to Xiuchun Pavilion to choose fabrics today. The ancient satin and rain brocade are good, the most interesting It’s the needle language that even got a rare golden brocade, it’s said that it was bought from a foreign caravan.”

"Weaving gold brocade?" Yi Qingyun has never heard of it.

"It's just a brocade with gold threads showing patterns. It looks resplendent and beautiful, but it's a pity that the background color of that horse is black." Mo Beichen's tone was a little regretful.

"Is there no other background color?"

"No, but I like that."

Yi Qingyun thought for a while, and then said: "I'll ask someone to inquire about the whereabouts of the foreigner. They should know how to make this brocade, but it's time to find someone to make one with red thread."

"This is a way." Mo Beichen rolled his eyes slightly, and put his arms around the man's neck, "But the emperor won't think I'm too extravagant and luxurious."

"It's a rare time, what's the matter." He stroked the hair of the person in his arms.

"Then what does this deity want to do in the future?" His head lightly rubbed against his dry palm.

The man's eyes slowly became dark.

Mo Beichen was taken aback. He didn't expect the man to hold him up and stood up, "What are you doing, let me down."

"as you wish."

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After this time, Mo Beichen rested in the dormitory for two full days, and he swore that he would never intentionally tease|trick that idiot again.

In the end, he is the one who suffers.

He was really making himself unhappy.

"Small bench, small bench." Mo Beichen leaned on the bed and called.

After a while, the small bench ran in from the door.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"I want to eat grapes." The beauty said with her head raised.

"Let's get it, little one."

Soon a cold fruit plate was served.

With white jade-like fingers, he stuffed a grape into his mouth, "It's quite sweet, but it's still ice-cold."

"These emperors have already been prepared for you. Not only are there ice fruits, but also all kinds of pastries and snacks are all available." The little bench said respectfully.

"He still has a little conscience." Mo Beichen snorted softly.

"Master, Lord Dijun really cares about you very much. The formation of ice fruit alone is embedded with spirit stones under the plate." The small bench said sincerely from the side.

"Before I came, did your emperor care so much about other people?"

"Naturally, it has never happened before. The emperor is usually serious, and he became more popular after the master came."

"Really?" Eyelids drooped slightly.

"Yes, master."

"The remaining fruit is your reward. Where are you emperors?" Mo Beichen rubbed his waist and sat up.

"I don't know about this little one." The little bench shook his head.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the bedroom.

"Master, go out and have a look." The little bench hurried out, only to see an old man trying to break into the bedroom.

"Who are you? This is Lord Dijun's bedroom, how can you allow yourself to trespass." The small bench straightened his back and yelled sharply.

"Let me meet Qingyun, let me talk to him again." The old man ignored the guards' obstruction with his cane.

"Master Dijun is not here, you go elsewhere, don't disturb my master's cleanliness!"

"You don't have to worry about me, just let me wait at the gate of the hall." The old man was stubborn and terrible, as if he was going to die here.

The little bench was a little embarrassed, if it wasn't because there was going to be a big happy event in the Xuanhuang Palace, this kind of scoundrel would have been executed on the spot a long time ago.

However, because they couldn't see the blood, they didn't know what to do for a while.

"Little bench, bring him in." A lazy voice came from the hall.

The guard looked at the little bench, saw the little bench nodding, and let go of the crippled old man.

Yi Zhenyao had never seen such a luxurious bedroom, this place probably has the most treasures in the entire Xuanhuang Palace.

Most of the rare items inside were given to Mo Beichen by Yi Qingyun from all over the place.

Mo Beichen himself didn't know when there were so many treasures in the bedroom.

The old man stood a little restrained, and soon a man in a lake blue robe came out from inside.

Yi Zhenyao only looked up, and couldn't help being amazed.

"Uncle, sit down." A gentle male voice said, "Small bench, serve some tea."

Yi Zhenyao sat on the exquisite mahogany carved chair with his hands on his hands, feeling a little uneasy.

Although the man was smiling, he couldn't help being nervous because of the strong aura of the other party.

He didn't know who the peerless person opposite him was.

I don't know why such a person appeared in his son's bedroom.

"Uncle, my surname is Mo, and my name is Beichen. I am your son Yi Qingyun's Taoist companion. If you don't mind, you can call me Beichen." The man behaved politely and spoke gracefully.

However, what the other party said surprised Yi Zhenyao.

"Taoist couple? But, but you are a man!" Yi Zhenyao stuttered a little. If he understood correctly, there should be no difference between a Taoist couple and a mortal couple.

His son actually found a beautiful man.

Wouldn't the salary for his Yi family be cut off?

"Men and men in the world of cultivating immortals can also become Taoist couples." Mo Beichen smiled and explained, "Qingyun and I will hold a Taoist couple ceremony on the fifteenth day of next month. If it is possible, Beichen also hopes that uncle can be there to witness it."

"No, no, how, how can this man and man?"

"Uncle, you may be mistaken, I'm not here to get you to agree to become a Taoist couple." The originally gentle tone gradually became stern, "After all, a cowardly father like you is really not qualified to interfere with Qingyun's choice." .”

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