sheep hunt

Gu Yan was left alone at home.

Han Ziling and Feng Yang were walking on the streets of Manjing with a child in their hands.

"The pharmacy is right in front. Master said that he needs to take care of it first, and asked Mr. Chang to help find a lot of medicinal materials. It will probably open tomorrow."

Han Ziling tilted his head slightly:

"Is that Mr. Chang from yesterday?"

At this time, he has returned to normal, with a faint smile on his elegant and handsome face, pale and unhealthy complexion, gentle and clear eyes, and his whole body is like the spring breeze in March with a faint warmth, which makes people look at him. I feel good about it.

Feng Yang was in a good mood, most of the dullness of the past faded from his body, his sword eyebrows were flying high, and he nodded earnestly: "Master just told me this morning that Mr. Chang is the only son of General Chang Yuan of the Ximan Empire. , here, it will be easy for us to do things."

Hearing this, Han Ziling only raised his eyebrows slightly. Regarding status and power, he was as indifferent as clouds. He just hoped that everyone he cared about would be fine.

"Brother, wait a minute."

When they passed the most luxurious Drunken Immortal Tower in Manjing, known as the first floor, Feng Yang's eyes lit up, he let go of Han Jinxuan's hand, and said warmly to Han Ziling.

Han Ziling looked up at the three words Zuixianlou:

"you……"

"There are quite a few pastries here that are very famous and delicious. Jinxuan and Junyan will definitely like them... Besides, senior brother came out with me in the morning and didn't eat anything. I'll go buy some for you?"

Thinking about the reason for waking up late, Han Ziling's cheeks flushed slightly, and he wanted to say no need, but before he could open his mouth, he felt his arms swaying. He lowered his eyes and saw Han Junyan and Han Jinxuan pulling his clothes, One was pulling his hand and swinging back and forth, two pairs of big black and watery eyes were full of longing.

Han Ziling's heart softened, and he nodded immediately:

"it is good."

The four of them walked on the street, they were actually extremely ostentatious, especially the different features of the two dolls, which were exactly the same in pink and jade, aroused the attention of others.

Han Jinxuan looked at Feng Yang going to buy pastries, and smiled:

"I like Daddy and Uncle Dafeng the most."

Han Ziling reached out and stroked her hair.

At this time, Han Junyan took Han Ziling's hand and said excitedly: "Daddy, Daddy, that is so beautiful, Junyan really wants..."

Han Ziling raised his eyes and followed Han Junyan's gaze. What he saw were windmills turning with the wind. The patterns on them were very tender and cute, no wonder children would like them.

"Okay, Dad bought a handsome man."

Han Ziling simply hugged Han Junyan, took Han Jinxuan's hand with one hand, and walked towards the windmill seller.

at this time.

In the wing room on the second floor of Zuixian Tower, the delicately hollowed-out mahogany window was opened. Huang Yifan stood at the window, looking at the bustling Manjing and the bustling streets, with a cold smile slowly forming on the corner of his mouth.

This place... belongs to him, and soon, it will belong to him.

His original gaze was looking at the whole Manjing as far as he could see, but he was brought back to his thoughts by a crisp laughter and sweet voice.

He lowered his eyes and saw two very attractive little dolls downstairs.

The two little dolls were holding red windmills in their hands, and they were blowing near their mouths. There were pure, happy and carefree smiles on their pink and jade-carved faces. In front of them, squatting a blue The man in the Confucian shirt didn't care at all that his clothes would be stained with dust when he touched the ground, but he just leaned in front of the windmill very seriously and helped one of the little dolls blow the windmill.

That man, from Huang Yifan's angle, can only see the back of a squatting figure. From the overall look, it seems that his body is not very strong, and his waist is also extremely thin...

By the way, he has long black hair that shines like a black waterfall, and it hangs smoothly over his shoulders. You can faintly see the white cheeks and ears hidden behind the hair.

Huang Yifan's body tensed up for no reason.

A strange feeling enveloped him, as if there was a big hand tightly pinching his heart and ravaging it.

He could barely breathe, and stared straight at the big and small with wide eyes...

So familiar, so familiar feeling...

He really wanted to call out to that person, but he couldn't remember who it was that person who only gave him a back view.

And his heart was inexplicably aching, so that he couldn't even move a step, and could only look at the three people as if he was being acupunctured.

The vicissitudes of life, just a few glances, he felt a feeling of several lifetimes, in those times, in his eyes, only the squatting figure of that person was not elegant.

At this time, a young man in black clothes who was considered his acquaintance walked out from the first floor of the restaurant where he lived, carrying a few exquisite food boxes in his hands, walked straight to the big and small, and shouted softly: "Brother."

As if aware that something was about to be seen by him, Huang Yifan held his breath involuntarily.

Sure enough, the man who was squatting stood up, the blue shirt straightened instantly, and the man's long and thin body immediately stretched out, he straightened his clothes lightly, turned his head, raised his eyes Smile at the person he is familiar with: "Feng Yang..."

Huang Yifan staggered suddenly and took a few steps back.

There was a burst of dizziness in front of my eyes, my mind went dark, and I fell over.

Even at the moment of losing consciousness, he still thinks about that face...

That face is not all over the country, at least it is incomparable with the beautiful face of Huang Feiyan, the third prince and regent of the Celestial Dynasty. However, that face is a face that makes him dare not look directly at it, and is dazzling. .

It was a very handsome picture, with pale skin, a gentle smile, but firm and bright eyes. This is the first time Huang Yifan has seen such a perfect blend of rigidity and softness...

It seemed to be the person he didn't dare to touch in the back of his memory, but he was a little different from that person...

As soon as Huang Yifan fell to the ground, someone appeared from the shadows and immediately helped him up: "Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"

He called for a long time, but Huang Yifan didn't respond in the slightest, so he went directly to the window, and sent out a brilliant red fireworks.

After the red firework rushed into the sky, it exploded into a magnificent flower, but just as the shape was outlined, the flower immediately turned into dots of stars and disappeared.

After the fireworks are brilliant and happily burned, there is only a blank space left.

"Wow, Daddy, so pretty."

Being picked up by Han Ziling, Han Junyan, who was about to leave, exclaimed when he saw this.

The other Han Jinxuan who was in Feng Yang's arms blinked, puzzled and asked, "Will it look better at night?"

Han Ziling raised his eyes to look at the gorgeous flowers at that moment, his complexion turned pale.

Just now he felt that there seemed to be a familiar and fiery gaze looking at him, because he was playing around with Junyan Jinxuan, he didn't take it to heart, thinking that he was hallucinating.

But seeing this familiar signal now, he felt his breath was suffocated——Huang Yifan...

It turned out to be really Huang Yifan, and Huang Yifan is nearby!

He forced himself to stabilize his heartbeat, suppressed the flustered emotions in his heart, and said hurriedly to Feng Yang: "Feng Yang, let's go."

Feng Yang noticed that he was a little uneasy, but he didn't ask any more questions, but nodded and left with it.

When he left, Han Ziling felt a strange panic in his heart.

The red fireworks... is a more critical situation...

Could it be that Huang Yifan encountered some danger in Manjing...

Thinking of this, he hated himself for being soft-hearted again.

He has long said that those people have nothing to do with him, so why should he care about him?

So what if he died?

But... After all, he is someone he once loved, after all, he is the child he has spoiled for so many years...

In the end, the complicated emotions turned into a heavy sigh.

Han Junyan seemed to sense that his father was in a bad mood, so he was hugged obediently, and his soft little hands were placed on Han Ziling's chest. Hearing Han Ziling's sigh, he patted Han Ziling's chest in a sensible way.

"Is Daddy tired?"

Han Junyan blinked:

"Grandpa Zhu said some time ago that Junyan has grown up, and it's tiring to hold him. Is Daddy tired?"

As a young boy, he knew that Han Ziling seemed to have something on his mind. He didn't like to see his father frowning, but he couldn't do anything about it. In the end, he could only open his mouth to care about his father in a disorganized way.

His father loves him and his sister so much, maybe, if he chats with his father, his father will only think about him and his sister, and will be very happy.

Han Ziling was taken aback by Han Junyan's question. After regaining his senses, he gently kissed Han Junyan's white and tender cheek: "No, Junyan is gentle... Even if Junyan is twice as old, Daddy can hug him."

"Really?"

Han Junyan's eyes shone with hope:

"Then Daddy can still hug Junyan for many years... Now that Junyan is not afraid of growing up... Aunt Qingxue always said that when we grow up, we won't be able to hug us anymore, so he won't hug us anymore."

"real."

Talking to his own son, while talking, his thoughts were pulled back, and Han Ziling successfully suppressed the matter of Huang Yifan to the bottom of his heart.

About Huang Yifan...

Let's wait until we meet Huang Yifan again!

However, Han Ziling never expected that their reunion would come so soon...