Waiting for one month!

Pei Min finally waited for the arrival of his family.

"Mother!" Pei Min kowtowed to Pei's mother respectfully, regardless of being on the street, and said, "The unfilial son has seen his mother, which makes her worry."

Pei's mother was reasonable, but she felt very uncomfortable.

The older you are, the more you can't suppress your emotions. Pei Min is her only son, and no one can replace him. On the one hand, she hopes that her son can become a phoenix among people, and on the other hand, she also hopes that Pei Min can be with her family and reunite with her heart, and her heart is full of contradictions.

At this moment, seeing Pei Min kneeling on the ground, the accumulated conflicts and longing disappeared instantly, and he smiled and said, "Get up, get up! Don't make people laugh at the streets."

"Dad!"

A figure crashed into Pei Min's arms.

Pei Min couldn't help but take a step back before stabilizing her body. She hugged the figure with her arms and said, "It's amazing, Dad can't even hold it."

The only one who can steal the limelight on such occasions is the lawless Pei Sanlang.

The little guy with a tiger head and a stubborn guy was like a cow, shouting excitedly in his father's arms: "Dad, the meteor gave birth to a white pony, so beautiful. Dad, can you give it to the child? I have chosen the name, called Sai Lion, a horse that beats the lion."

He grabbed Pei Min's clothes with his little hands and stared at Pei Min with his big eyes looking forward to it.

Pei Min met those cute big eyes and felt relieved. She pinched the face of her baby son and said, "Dad, Dad will give you Sai Lion."

Pei Sanlang danced and hugged Pei Min's neck and shoulders heavily, and was excited and jumped out of Pei Min's arms, and then went to Gongsun You, Jiao Chen, and Pei's mother told them the good news and made them happy together.

"Father!"

Pei Muyu and Pei Zhifeng stepped forward to say hello together.

"Mu Yu, Feng Feng!"

Regarding his eldest daughter and eldest son, Pei Min didn't know when he called him Xiaoqi and Xiaoba, but regarded them as little adults.

Time is unforgiving, and before I knew it, Xiaoqi and Xiaoba are already fifteen years old.

According to the rules of this era, Xiaoqi can get married.

Xiaoqi inherited her mother's beauty and talent, and also studied freely with great writers such as Wang Wei, Wang Changling, Wang Zhihuan, and Zhang Xu. She is a famous young talented woman in Liangzhou, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Especially her painting skills, she has been deeply mastered by Wang Wei's true teachings and is particularly outstanding.

Xiao Ba is relatively mediocre. He has learned everything from many things and is proficient in everything. He is broad but not skilled, and there is no special point.

But Pei Min is most satisfied and proud of Xiao Ba. Xiao Ba has the simplest nature of filial piety and humility in human beings.

Xiao Ba can be said to be the most powerful second-generation official in the world except for the prince, but he has no arrogance and no airs to deal with people and things.

Pei's mother and Jiao Chen's body were a little strange, and Xiao Ba could even notice it.

Only by virtue can one carry all things with virtue.

Pei Min is very proud of having such a son.

"The older I grow, the more beautiful I can get married..."

Xiaoqi Pei Muyu blushed directly and said coquettishly: "Dad!"

Pei Min was only satisfied with Xiao Ba, so he had no other words, patted his shoulder, and then gave Jiao Chen and Gongsun You a look of unspeakable words, and greeted everyone and entered the mansion.

This long-lost family reunion is a joy to be reunited.

Pei Sanlang had long parted with his father, so he was particularly attached to him, and pulled him to sit in his arms, and asked him to tell stories.

Pei Min is the most skilled, such as "Ansser's Fairy Tales" and "One Thousand and One Nights Story". Even if he can't remember everything, it is enough to meet the needs of children in this era.

Pei Min still remembers Xiaoqi and Xiaobadi, when he was little, he pestered himself to tell stories to them every day.

Pei Min thought about it and said that the story of Little Red Riding Hood should be suitable: "In the past, there was a cute little girl who loved everyone, but the one who liked her the most was her grandmother..."

Unexpectedly, Pei Min had just said the beginning, and Pei Sanlang shook his head and shook his hands and feet, "If you don't listen, don't listen, Little Red Riding Hood doesn't sound nice."

Pei Min thought Pei Sanlang had heard of it, so he hurriedly said, "Then Daddy will tell the story of seven dwarfs."

"I don't listen!" Pei Sanlang muttered, "I want to listen to the war, the duel. I want to listen to Sparta..." The little guy yelled out the word Sparta three times.

Pei Min was stunned for a moment and looked at Gongsun You blankly.

Gongsun You blushed and didn't know what to say.

Jiao Chen smiled and said, "There is a Western opera troupe in Liangzhou. Before Saburo's birthday, he invited a troupe to the mansion to be lively. I didn't expect that Western opera troupes are different from ours. They are performing some heroic deeds in history."

Pei Min nodded to express his understanding: "This is an ancient Greek drama and opera, which is very different from our acrobatic dance. We practice hand skills, and they test expressions and body language, each with its own strengths."

Jiao Chen said: "At that time, he performed the story of Western Spartacus turning against Rome. Saburo fell in love with it for some reason. He would always shout Sparta when practicing swords."

Pei Min covered her face with her hands, which was too shameful.

Looking at Pei Sanlang, the scene of his son growing up, he was naked, holding a spear in one hand and the other with a shield in the other, shouting "Sparta", and shuddered, thinking to himself: "No, you can't let the little guy learn bad things!"

Pei Min pondered for a moment and said, "Then I will tell you a Western story, which is much better than Sparta."

Pei Sanlang said in surprise: "What story?"

Pei Min said: "The Knight of the Round Table..."

Pei Minzhao later generations read the book "The Death of King Arthur", and he still has a certain understanding of King Arthur Arthur Pandragon.

Immediately Pei Min drew Arthur Pandragong into the stone and became king, created the Knights of the Round Table, and led the British people to successfully repel the story of the Saxon invasion from the north through twelve battles.

Compared to Spartacus' courage and mindlessness, King Arthur's image is much more glorious.

Humility, honor, sacrifice, heroism, compassion, spirit, honesty, and fairness, especially Pei Min is talking about novel stories, not historical facts, and the characters are inevitably beautified.

Pei Sanlang was very excited when he heard it. At the critical moment, he couldn't help but dance, as if he had transformed into the protagonist Arthur Pandragon, and was very excited.

Pei Min finished the story and asked, "Do you know what chivalrous spirit is?"

Pei Sanlang shook his head with a little confused.

Pei Min was about to say what chivalrous spirit was, but his eyes suddenly turned.

Chivalry spirit is a kind of faith. It takes personal sense of glory as the object of respect, accumulates certain positive factors of the ancient national martial spirit, and represents the noble character of the knight.

In his memory, the knight appeared thirty years later. The chivalrous spirit had already begun to show signs in the West, but no one brought it up.

The Tang Dynasty wanted to rule the West, the first thing was to assimilate their culture.

Pei Min changed his words instantly: "The most important thing about the so-called chivalrous spirit is that wealth and honor cannot be lustful, poverty and humbleness cannot be moved, and power and force cannot be betrayed. Do you understand?"

Pei Sanlang raised his arms and said, "I understand. I want to be a knight, no, I want to be a knight king!"

Even Pei Min himself could not have imagined that a story of his own created the greatest knight king in Western history.

The slogan of chivalrous spirit has also become the Confucianism "Wealth and honor cannot be lustful, poverty and humbleness cannot be moved, and power and force cannot be betrayed"
Chapter completed!