The Lord and Ministers of the Hanzhong King's Mansion Drink Together

Lan Yuan and Gao Yuan had already taken up defensive positions, but when they heard Zhang Fei's unmistakable voice, they lowered their weapons.

Lan Tian rode forward and met Zhang Fei first.

The black horse Zhang Fei rode gleamed in the sunlight, its sheen complementing its rider.

"Yide, it really is you!" Lan Tian said, deeply moved to see Zhang Fei. In history, Zhang Fei had been killed for mistreating his subordinates. Besides his fury over Guan Yu's death, his violent temper and his habit of whipping soldiers had also led his men to kill him.

Now Zhang Fei's sworn brothers were all still alive, and the little spinning top he used to vent his anger had gradually softened his rough temper. Perhaps his outlook had changed greatly; in his fifties, Zhang Fei looked amiable and almost childlike, with only a little white in his temples.

"Would your old Zhang ever be a fake? Big brother and the others are waiting at the city gate. I couldn't wait, so I came ahead," Zhang Fei said, grinning from ear to ear.

Lan Yuan came up then, clasped his hands, and greeted Zhang Fei. "Uncle."

"Boyang, you've grown into quite the fine young man. Why hasn't your father had a suit of armor made for you? Have you seen Lan Zhongling's silver armor? Even I had to praise how good it looked," Zhang Fei teased.

Lan Yuan was quick to respond. Smiling, he clasped his hands and said, "Father said I still have some growing to do. He'll have armor made for me after my capping ceremony. Second Brother's armor was a gift from General Guan."

"My second brother treats your second brother really well." Zhang Fei nodded in approval, then turned to Lan Tian and protested on the boy's behalf. "Ziyu,